WAQAS AHMAD
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Every Ally Holds a Knife Behind Their Back
The rain had stopped, but the air still carried the damp smell of asphalt and rust. Inside the abandoned warehouse on the edge of East London, the gang sat in a half-circle, the dim light of a single hanging bulb swaying gently above them. The bulb's flicker sent long shadows crawling across the cracked concrete floor — shadows that seemed alive, whispering secrets no one wanted to hear.
By WAQAS AHMAD5 months ago in Chapters
When Every Step Echoes in the Dark
The rain had turned from a drizzle into a relentless curtain, blurring the dim streetlights into hazy orbs. Every puddle on the cobblestones seemed to carry an echo — of boots, of engines, of danger. Somewhere in that rain-washed darkness, the gang was scattered like startled crows, each one convinced the other might betray them first.
By WAQAS AHMAD5 months ago in Chapters
The Rise and Fall of the Roman Empire
The dawn broke over the seven hills of Rome, painting the Tiber River in gold. The air was cool, but the city was already awake—merchants calling out their wares in the Forum, the clatter of carts over stone streets, the smell of fresh bread mingling with the iron tang of a blacksmith’s forge. To the casual eye, this was just another morning in a bustling city. To history, it was the heartbeat of an empire destined to shape the world.
By WAQAS AHMAD5 months ago in History
