Chapter 287

But now when he was sitting near the dead bodies of his family, he looked at his hands and realized he was left empty handed. The blood of his wife and daughter was on his hands, the evidence of his own folly staring him in the face. His quest for revenge had led him here, to this moment of utter devastation. The irony was devastating.

Revenge and jealousy left him empty handed. Everything he had done, every scheme he had hatched, every life he had taken—it had all been for nothing. He had destroyed himself, and in doing so, he had destroyed the only people who had ever truly loved him.

He stared up towards the sky. The stars offered no comfort, the darkness of the night a mirror of the void in his heart. He searched for answers in the heavens, but there were none. Only the cold, indifferent silence of the universe.

His teary eyes looked at the darkness. Akin to what his life has become in an instant. He had come to Pakistan to save his family, to free them from Mo