Not Bothered

After coming to his room, Sikandar Shah switched on the TV. He sat on the couch and started smoking a cigarette.

Despite his will, he can't fully focus himself on the TV. Biya's dreadful eyes were making him restless. The ashtray, which was on the table, was filled completely with the ashes of cigarettes.

Due to his soundproof room, he can't listen to the screaming and yelling of Biya. Harshly, he threw the remote of the TV on the table and picked up his mobile.

"Hello Feroz, don't need to open the hunter dogs for today." He ordered the guard.

"But sir, they have already been opened," Feroz told him in a fearful state.

"What nonsense is this, Feroz? Grab them quickly and tie them immediately. If you become a little late and they harm anything of me then I will turn you into pieces and make you the food of these dogs. Do it quickly, I am waiting."

"Y…y…yes m…master." After putting the phone down, Feroz quickly called another guard with him. And then they went out to grab Sikandar S