Hoor didn't know how long she cried.
Minutes… hours… the darkness around her felt endless.
No one came.
No help.
No voice calling her name.
Just silence — deep and heavy.
Her father's last words still echoed painfully inside her:
"I don't know any Hoor."
"Don't come home."
Those words hurt more than the dark room, more than the fear, more than the loneliness.
She pressed her forehead to her knees and whispered,
"Why… why is everyone leaving me…"
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Azmeer watched. Quiet. Still. Unmoving.
From the CCTV room, the glow of the screen lit half his face.
He wasn't smiling this time.
Not amused.
Not mocking.
Just… watching her cry — tiny, helpless, forgotten.
Her father's voice kept replaying in his head.
Sharp. Cruel.
Cutting deeper than she understood.
The same man who destroyed Azmeer's family…
The same man who took everything from him…
The same man who walked free.
And now his daughter sat alone in a dark room.
Azmeer's jaw clenched.
This was supposed to be simple.
A warning.
A message.
But watching Hoor break so quietly…
Watching her curl into herself like she was used to pain…
Watching her beg for a home she never truly had…
It stirred something he didn't expect.
Not softness.
Not sympathy.
Just a heavy, confusing stillness inside his chest.
......TO BE CONTINUED...........