Chapter 255

It was indeed something that he had never imagined. Blood oozed down his face, staining his shirt and dripping from his temple, the wound raw and painful. He was on his knees, trembling slightly from the impact, the world around him spinning with a mixture of pain and disbelief. The blood was warm on his skin, a vivid reminder of the violence that had just unfolded.

Again.

Burhan stared up at Moosa, his own body battered, lips bleeding, eyes wide but defiant despite the harsh reality of his position. On his knees with his hands raised, he seemed both vulnerable and unbroken, a man caught between pride and survival. The defiance was a flame that had not been extinguished, a reminder that even in defeat, he was not broken.

Alizeh was in the car, her hands gripping the edge of the seat tightly, knuckles white as she watched through the window, her heart pounding in her chest with fear and helplessness. Her heart raced with a frantic rhythm, each beat a prayer for safe