A canopy of tangerine, gold, and yellow was widespread over the sky. Fresh dawn was breaking in the southern coast of Sahababad which was marked at a couple of miles distant from the Business Bay.
The Business Bay, which was known to be the heart of Sahababad’s economy had never endured such serenity as it did that morning. Something was suspicious about its calmness—as if it was covering up for a disguised storm that was going to sweep everything away.
In circumstances where even the laws of nature are challenged—catastrophe happens.
For a place that was always chaotic, the day it was enduring the overbearing chilling silence: the mere vibes of which felt scary…in a good way. Or so he thought!
Iblis Bin Al-Said stood at top of the hundred and sixty floors building a
