THE TEARS OF KUMARI KANDAM
THE CHAPTER 75

"Your soon-to-be dead friend knows nothing about us in the past" Jihan murmured.

Indeed indeed. Not everyone knows about what happened in the past, only the chosen ones tighten the common thread. So it is only natural that people in the future who do not appear in the past, do not feel the slightest horror when they hear the story of Gaana, about her minions, about her minions, as well as about the war of destruction in the future who is not against whom.

It doesn't matter where they are as time plays out into the past, as everything is nothing more than a Daxraj Natesh scenario to trick Gaana. Daxraj deliberately made Gaana briefly above the wind, to slowly knock him to the bottom of the bastard. So does the background of everyone in the past really, just the demands in the scenario.

Some of their backgrounds are the same as in the future, but others are made quite the opposite. Like Jihan for example. In the past, Jihan was only the adopted daughter of a dairy farmer. This is in contrast to the future where she is the favorite adopted daughter of the king of the most influential kingdom in Kumari Kandam.

While the background of his brother, Murat Iskender, made not much different from in the future. Murat in the past also in the future still has a veiled intention on Braheim who is allegedly strong to have deliberately killed both parents. But just as in the future, the truth is revealed again, and Murat submits to Braheim again.

"You know this life would be meaningless without you and you're asking me to keep waiting? While whitening the heart? Hush." Jihan passed, after spitting on the lover's belly button.

Jihan let her spirit-lost steps go anywhere. There was nothing that Jihan cared about anymore, after her overflowing longing that was ultimately only met with tears of mourning. Ls it? End life? No. gabe. The religion that Jihan espouses condemns it. It is still better to make a mess and then beg for forgiveness from God.

"Ah, this place is apparently."

Jihan smiled, looking at the place where the enemy and his master died and turned into ashes that spread a foul scent. It was the most beautiful scenery ever captured by the eyes of Jihan who was no less beautiful, even though at that time his life was at the tip of the horn. Jihan continued her steps, after spitting back on the damp ground. Yet.

"Who is this?"

Spontaneous Jihan turned around when she heard the voice she least wanted to hear.

"So this is called destiny."

Jihan did not reply, busy cursing the figure before her inwardly.

"The person I wanted to kill suddenly appeared in front of me without any effort. Especially if it's not fate?"

That figure is broken. "yes too. All right, I admit it."

Jihan went back to silence, and continued her aimless footsteps.

"Where are you going?"

"It's none of your business. Instead of that, don't stick to me. I don't want to get involved with an escaped Chamakadaar prisoner."

"Dearly enough. And if you're willing to get involved, I'm willing to do anything for you, too."

Jihan sneered, "What can a fool who has failed do?"

"Eitherway. Let me think. Maybe make a potion that could awaken Sannidhi Hessa?"

Jihan's body suddenly turned beyond her will, even her suddenly enthusiastic eyes stared at the figure who was showing off that look of confidence.

"Don't carelessly mention that name, Sanjeev Rajak."

"Why? You scared? Just chill. The resurrected Gaana is nothing like a rope puppet."

"Sad. You expect me to believe?"

"Not until I prove it." Sanjeev grinned as he took out a bottle of potion from inside his robe.