Intro. The large hall of the dark mansion was shrouded in silence. The lamps burning on the walls were not giving light, but the shadows were making it even more terrifying. In front of him, Armaan Shah was sitting on a chair, completely silent, as if there was nothing left in his existence except his breath.
In the middle of the room stood a delicate little girl… Zoya.
Tears were in her eyes, fear on her face, and she still had her white school shirt and blue skirt on her body. The bag had probably fallen somewhere along the way. She was crying again and again, folding her hands:
Zoya (in a trembling voice):
"For God's sake… let me go… I am only fifteen years old."
But there was no mercy in Armaan's eyes. He signaled to the cleric. The gunmen were standing in the corner of the room, silent but terrifying.
Armaan (in a cold voice):
"Read the marriage. Now."
The cleric's lips were trembling, but Armaan's eyes were tearing at his heart. Zoya screamed, her hands shaking, but no one was li