Falak's POV
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He composed himself, and in the way he took his position, I knew that he knew how to fight. I never knew that all my Karate classes were going to pay me off tonight. Ten years, I have been practicing it for the last ten years.
He wiped the blood oozing his lips before speaking, "You surely have your father's blood in you."
"I would take that as a compliment.", I responded and felt so good to know that my father, Aarvik Singh Rathore, also had kicked his a*s just like me or more than me.
"Falak…Falak…", A worried voice echoed on the stair.
"I'm here.", I shouted, looking upward, and this was the worst mistake of my life because that bastard used this opportunity and pushed me from the stairs. I tried to hold something, but there was nothing to hold.
Shit!
"Aaaaaa" I cr
