There was anticipation in the air.
Shehryaar grew excited by the passing second.
Today was finally the day. He was finally about to avenge his twin. And seize the seat of power that should've solely belonged to him.
Hope you're watching Shahzeb. He thought.
Yeah right. You're not doing this for me, your doing this for yourself. Shahzeb's voice echoed in his head.
Shehryaar smirked smugly. Yeah I suppose I am. He mentally responded.
"Boss," his second in command, Qadeem, came up to him and bowed his head slightly in respect and fear. Shehryaar nodded.
"We've brought him."
Shehryaar smirked deviously. "Excellent."
He waited patiently in the dark room located in the deep dondeon chambers of his mansion in Khaaspur, as his men brought in a man dressed in a black traditional Kurta and his face was covered by a black sac. His muffled cries could be heard clearly as he was brought even closer to Shehryaar's powerful suit clad frame.