Asking for His Mercy

Sikandar Shah was sitting in his office. He was busy doing work on his laptop when a knock on the door happened.

"Yes…"

"Sir." After his permission, Saif came inside. He was waiting for his boss getting free.

"Speak Saif." Sikandar Shah said in his busy voice.

"Sir, that Mr is again here today. Sir, every time the guards beat him badly but he is a very strange man. Every day he came here saying that he will go once he meet you. Today, he is again standing in the gate worrying the guards. What do we have to do now, sir?" His fast-running fingers on the keyboard stopped working after listening to Saif.

His facial expressions became stern. He tightly clenched his fists. And when he again said, his tone was stone cold.

"Send him in."

"Yes sir." After nodding his head, Saif came out of his office. Since long Mr Zaman was standing at the door pleadings to guards to let him inside.

It's been ten days he is visiting here constantly. But every time he went back disappointed. All guards sco