Chapter 210. Daniyal's Truth

Shoaib sat on the cold, hard bench outside the hospital room, his head buried in his hands. The fluorescent lights above flickered slightly, casting an eerie glow on the sterile white walls. The distant beeping of the machines inside the room and the muffled voices of nurses moving through the hallways barely registered in his ears. He had been sitting here for hours, unmoving, suffocating in the silence of his own mind.

The reality of his sins had finally come crashing down on him like a tidal wave, drowning him in an unbearable weight of regret and guilt. The phrase, "As you sow, so shall you reap," echoed repeatedly in his head, tormenting him like a cruel whisper from fate itself.

His sister, Nayab, was lying in that room, a victim of the very cruelty their family had once inflicted on others. She had been raped. Brutalized. Her body violated, her soul shattered. And now she was here—unconscious, fragile, and fighting for her life.

And it was all his fault.