Humeyra’s letterI love you my dearest daughter. That is the first thing I would like you to know and always remember. There are a lot of secrets I kept from you my dearest darling girl. Did you know that I was an orphan child who was brought up by your grandmother as her own child? Did you know that you father was my foster brother? I grew up with your father and know each and every one of his habits. His greatest strength was his sensitivity to the people around him and his major weakness was his ability to overthink things. He was the best brother any man could ask for and the best friend any man could ever have. As for you my darling girl, you took after your father’s virtues and your mother’s strengths. You were always the most gifted child your father had and though he never voiced it out, you were his pride and my little angel. I fell in love with you the day you were born. I was lucky enough to name you and hold you. Then you became my

 A little 8 year old girl sat on the swing in her grandmother’s garden with a book in her hand. She was reading a book meant for adults but who could blame her, she has a very high I.Q and even higher E. Q. Despite her small figure and young age, she had already completed all the business books her father had given to her in secret to read.  Her father, Ibrahim, had discovered that his daughter was special hence he hid it from the world. The ironic bit however was that, no matter how low key she wanted to stay, Humeyra was too young to know how to protect herself. This was what had drawn the interest of her uncle Swafan. He had discovered that she was beyond beautiful in her young age but also the cherry on top of the cake was that her intelligence exceeded his own kids.Swafan had discovered his sinful obsession with his little niece since she was just an infant but unfortunately being her father’s brother no one t

Unknown to him the moment Hamdan left in search of Humeyra, Swafan had excused himself and discretely followed Hamdan. He listened to the subject of his obsession cry and being comforted by her husband. As the said husband cuddled the sleeping beauty in his arms, the peeping tom felt bile rise from his stomach. He was filled with hate for any man who got near his muse. Yes. That was what she was to him.She was the ambrosia that was branded limited edition. The senile old man could not take his eyes of the couple. The two looked like the ideal couple even to the man seething with jealous at the door.He felt tempted to disturb the peace and tranquility the couple had but the part of him that loved his niece stopped him. He loved her not as a relative but as a man loved a woman. He knew that whatever feelings he had for her were a taboo but he had fell in love with her since she held onto his finger the first time he held her. He was obsessed w

The man looked thoroughly annoyed sitting in his jeep. The sun was blazing hot but what was the cause of his frown was the contract that his men failed to secure. He lowered his glasses from his head and wore it properly.As he looked out the window of his car from the back seat, he couldn’t help but smirk thinking of how he would acquire his next prey. He felt that with all the tension he was feeling recently, he needed some thing or rather someone to play with. A new toy, he thought.He instructed his driver to take him somewhere cool but silent. As the car drove down the busy and noisy streets of country z, the handsome beast was lost in his thoughts thinking of what game to play with his new toy.The car come to a halt at the park. The handsome devil was brought out of his fantasy by the sound of his driver telling him that they have arrived to their destination.He wore his disguise and elegantly stepped out of the car as the door was opened fr

Muntaha was brought back from his thought by the shrieking of his personal phone. He sighed out loud and received the phone with a frown on his face. The frown did nothing to mar his handsome face but it was enough to scar his subordinate for it symbolized the calm before the storm.Muntaha threw the phone to the wall after a few moment of silently listening to the other person on the phone. This was why he needed something to keep him occupied. He needs someone to play with and release all his frustrations on. He needed someone to break like he has done with all the other birds. He had cruelly caged them and step by step pluck out their wings until they had no more wings. When they could no longer fly, they had tried to walk and he had expertly made them cripple. Now, they were his to do with as he wills. He felt no remorse whatsoever for he felt that they all deserved it. Most of them were after all just commercial sex workers who had tried to lure him in but e