Chapter 286

In his heart, he always demeaned Moosa. Always thought that he was nothing special and he did not deserve what he had. Sohrab would tell himself that Moosa was merely lucky, that his success was a product of circumstance rather than skill. He would whisper these lies to himself, trying to diminish the man he could never become. “He’s not better than me,” Sohrab would tell himself. “He just had better opportunities. If I had been born into his position, I would have done even more.” But deep down, he knew the truth—Moosa was everything he wanted to be, and that knowledge burned him like acid. The jealousy consumed him, turning his admiration into a poison that seeped into every aspect of his existence.

But then when Sohrab came to know Taimoor was in love with the same girl as Moosa, a dark opportunity presented itself. Taimoor, his younger brother, had always been naive and easily manipulated. He wore his heart on his sleeve, his emotions transparent and unguarded. Sohrab saw