by Homeira Soufi (Author)

A heartbreakingly sad and powerful story
"I don't want to kill you," Zubair said, "not
until after I tear off that dress and hear you
screaming in pain to add to my joy."
Agrin was looking at him, clenching the
dagger in her hand. "But I won't take that risk."
"No doubt your dead body will serve me with
the same joy," Zubair said, waving the muzzle
of his gun in her face. "Now, you tell me where
to aim and shoot you so that nothing detracts
from your beauty, huh? The middle of your
eyes? Or perhaps your heart." He pointed his
rifle at her head and Agrin closed her eyes.
The sound of gunfire shocked Agrin. She
opened her eyes to see Zubair fall to his knees
and his weapon slide from his fingers. He
looked puzzled. He touched his bloody chest,
looking at his hand and then at Agrin.
Agrin grasped the dagger even tighter and
launched herself at Zubair, plunging the blade
into his heart, twisting it as hard as she could.
Zubair toppled to the ground. Agrin pulled her
dagger out and wiped the blood on the grass.

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