Chapter 282. The Last Letter

Tears were slipping down their eyes. The whole study had turned upside down. The glass table, smashed and broken. Books from the bookshelf were torn and rested on the floor. The glass pieces of the vase were scattered. The place depicted utter apocalypse.

And among all these broken and torn things, there lay a safe in the middle of the room. Bullets pierced through it and it was now tattered and battered. Sat there on the sofa were three siblings, with nothing but tearful eyes.

And a piece of paper in their hands.

Written to them in her last moment by their mother.

The letter which reached them after twenty-five long years.

Each word pierced through their soul. Every breath they took was heavy, filled with sighs and unattained wishes.

The unattained wish to meet their mother one last time.

Shehryaar's hand shivered as he still held the old, worn-out letter. Tears silently slipped out of his eyes. He rather wished he could have died than know