KIDNAP, TOUCHER

“Life is not full of roses 

With the rose there comes thorns

Life is not full of happiness 

With the happiness there comes sorrow

Life is not what you see

There is always face hidden behind the mask”

Shivay stood rooted to his place, not knowing what to do, he shouted at the other end but the call was already, disconnected 

Anger rushed inside his system, his body felt as if burning under the volcano, he screamed at top of his voice, his men’s shivered to see the devil all miserable yet the voice had the capacity to send a shiver down e