Inside the palace walls the Sultan and the Wazir were playing out the end game of their bitter story. A story of jealousy and greed, of ambition and betrayal; a story of missed legacies.
I don’t know what’s going on… Look, what if we go ahead with our plan, only we pre-pone it? I can pretend to deliver the ransom money tonight,
And when the ceiling fan died they all heard it. Sister Anita knew what it was at once. She went to the bed and reached for the oxygen cylinder beneath.
Her eyes went wide. The sound of her heart was now unbearably loud. She began to tremble, her legs shaking like jelly. She grabbed the table beside her for support.
A dilapidated terrace. An ultimate war zone. Enemy snipers swarmed my hideout which in itself was hopeless. Behind a veil,under a parapet wall.
Story of the Month Sep’2015: Saira had been waiting for this day. She wanted closure. She wanted to know how and why her husband died. But now that the moment had come, she was completely dumbstruck.
While pursuing his goal relentlessly, Andy not only became a successful black commando, he had become a threat for the existence of many anti national groups operating within the country.
Dholke started to pick up the stamps, his face swathed in sweat; he looked around desperately. Then suddenly he collapsed on the floor!
At that moment she was frozen. He knew who she was and her cover was blown now. She was defenseless on the face of the death.
And then I heard a woman screaming and then a gun shot, it was the exact same memory that always played in my mind but there was something different about it this time.