The room went silent. Sameer dropped his weapon. Blood dripped from his brow into his eyes, mixing with sweat.
The fight was not elegant. It was a gutter war. Sameer took a rod to his ribs, felt a tooth crack. He used a shattered IV stand as a staff, swinging with the desperation of a cornered wolf. Nargis, true to her word, was not a bystander. She grabbed a fire extinguisher and emptied it into the face of one attacker, then smashed the canister into another’s knee. khuda haafiz chapter 2 agni pariksha
Rizwan didn’t flinch. He smiled, a reptilian curve. “Sameer. I knew you’d come. Love makes you predictable. And predictable men die.” The room went silent
The fire came not from a stove, but from a phone call. true to her word