Simran was tied on the chair, with punctured nose. In her unconscious state, her lips were saying mercy. She knew her end was near, her eyes were wet, there were lines of her dried tears. Sikha was standing in front of her, thinking something terrible. Sikha's heart was palpitating because of her malicious thoughts, she took a deep breath and put sodium ball on Simran's lap. Simran, already soaked in water, didn’t understand it. The sodium ball begun to produce smoke and it was blasted soon. After the blast ball caused fire. Simran skin was melting in the fire, her voice