ILYAS
I couldn’t do this anymore. I couldn’t just sit here like a fool while my wife is currently in his house. She might be his daughter, but she wasn’t like him.
I remember that day still. The little girl crying, the way she looked so hopeless and scared that day, how her body was trembling and when I helped her get to a safe place.
That was her.
That little girl was Neha.
I rubbed my stubble, trying to not remember every detail of that night. I had to go and get her back, tell her the truth about her ruthless, disgusting father. It was time that she knew the truth, because she wasn’t some little girl anymore.
My clothes were almost dried. I grabbed my phone and went outside. The rain had decreased to a light spray of water, good enough that I didn’t have to duck under my arm a
