With a teary eyes, Danish completed reading the letter and folded it back; it hurt him to know how his father was murdered and slandered for the debauchery he never did. Someone had trapped him in an evil conspiracy which cost his life and made his son fatherless.
Still in his sitting position on the floor while leaning his back against the bookshelf, Danish clutched the paper on his palm in vexation; he was disappointed with his grandma because it was her , the one behind his father's death. Why did it have to be his grandma, the one he respected the most in his life?
The knocks of the shoes on the floor forced Danish to spontaneously stand at his feet; his hand slipped the letter into his pants pocket. The ticking sounds got closer and closer to him; could it be someone had found out his existence inside the library. He didn't intend to elude whoever it was walking toward the bookshelves.
