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AYRA’S POV:

“…he is a little scary.” I admitted that to my uncle on phone as he used to call once in a while to know about my whereabouts or if I need some kind of help or not.

“What do you mean by scary? He won’t know anything even he finds out you are from the same Baloch tribe which they killed because there are a lot of Mirzas. What is scary then?” He asked giving an explanation himself.

“I mean…he is like a closed book and I don’t know what’s going on inside his mind. That’s scare me.” I said biting my lower lip as I was sitting on the can chair on my small balcony as the night was dark because of the moon getting blocked by the pure white clouds and so was the case with the stars.

“You will find out soon. You have to. He is the mastermind of the house. Everyone had secrets. You just have to find out what he is hiding. He must have left a clue for us to drag him down and show the people how he killed your family and ruin many smiles of other families back then.” With that and few