Chapter 74
Punch!
Punch!
Pow!
Shehryaar made another strike that sent the punching bag flying until it came back and he punch again, ignoring the ache in his knuckles.
His breaths were shallow and coming out in pants. His muscles were burning and sweat beads rolled down his back and toned chest, wetting his hair and making it stick to his forehead.
"Not enough. Still not enough!" Shehryaar growled to himself and he started his assault once again.
All his focus was on the worn out punching bag as he kept punching at it, aiming at punching a whole right through the hard flexible surface.
All his anger and frustration was fueling his punches. The blood raging in his veins empowered him. Because of all that had taken place in the past week. All that he seemed to concentrate on was the pent rage in himself. And the only way out for all it was either a five mile run along the beach or extensive workout until his muscles became sore and spent out.