Chapter 231

He whispered his verdict, his voice barely audible over the tense silence, “Kill him.” The words were heavy, loaded with despair, determination, and an unbearable mixture of pain and duty.

Burhan released his grip on Moosa slowly, his hand lingering for a moment as if savoring the moment, before speaking with cruel precision, “If you do not witness your father’s murder and shy away from it, I will not be giving a grave to him.” The condition was not about witnessing; it was about breaking something inside Moosa that could never be fixed. His words hung in the air like a threat, leaving no room for hesitation, no space for mercy.

Moosa’s eyes never left his father. Every muscle in his body tensed, his fists clenching at his sides, as he whispered fiercely, “I will not look away. So when I come back, I give a much worse death to your father.” The promise was unyielding, carrying the fire of vengeance and the raw love of a son unwilling to bow to cruelty.

“Moosa Khan