SIXTY-EIGHT

AYRA’S POV:

I glanced at the man cooing his goats as of it was his child. That was cute as some people used to take care of their pets like that but this man was famous a murderer. Seeing him like that didn’t settle well with me.

I approached him as he uses to be one of the friends of my uncle and they both were alike i.e cruel.

“Salam.” I greeted to gain his attention as I approached him by getting pass the puddles of shit as there were cows too. It was some kind of a small farmhouse. He glanced at me with his narrowed eyes as his eyes travelled from top to bottom in a disgusting way that if Zaroon was here he would have hung his body somewhere. I was glad he wasn’t as I wanted to do all of this alone.

“What do you want?” He asked and I told him that I was his friend’s niece and how he was murdered.

“…do you know his enemies?” I asked as deep down I prayed for him to not take name of Duranis as every sword was pointing towards Durani.

“Mirzas has only one enemy and that is D