Author's pov:
"Suga wait"

"No, I've been waiting for this moment  for so long. Now I have the actual proof," Suga said as he showed the camera.

"Suga, hand it to me".

"No...you're the happy pill but ur the one who did these for so many years on every anniversary night!"

"Suga, we can talk later about this!"

"U had enough fun. Now its my turn the game"

"Pls its a misunderstanding "

"Its not and u can't fool me"

"Remember what u had promised. We let u live just becoz u promised that you would never complain about"

"Huh! Well people change. What u and ur mother does is a crime. This place is crime free for outsiders"

Suddenly, a sound of knife was heard.

"Mom!"

"We didn't have other choice. I should have killed him when he promised. Promises are meant to be broken"

"But mom what if--"

" That's it ! Stop! Lets go you some fresh papers for artworks. My baby got rejected so many times from artists and art colleges.  But ur mom sees ur talent. We have 3 humans to make paper," Mrs. Bora patted his son's head.

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Who do u think this son is??