CHAPTER 99
Zayan crushed his cigarette in the ashtray, his knuckles exhibiting the dry stains of blood. He covered his face with his hands as he took deep breaths, he knew whatever happened in the morning wasn't Amyla's fault, it was just his untamed anger that made her the victim of it.
He just felt hurt and furious, the sufferings he had endured because of his so-called birth giver. The snippets of those mortifying memories flashed before him.
His breathing became irregular.
"Calm down, calm down" he whispered to himself. His forehead was covered in sweat.
Resting his back on the chair, he closed his eyes. He needed to calm his nerves. The slow sound of the traffic reverberating through the ajar door of his office balcony made him fall into a trance.
FLASHBACK:
A 21-year-old Zayan
