Suleman’s Punishment – A Chilling Story of Regret and Revenge
A Night of Regret and the Unseen Consequences
Introduction: The Night of Guilt
The night had deepened, and the city lights were fading. On a deserted road, Suleman’s Punishment was about to begin. He sat in his car, taking slow drags from his cigarette, unaware that the ghosts of his past were closing in.
For years, he had lived life on his own terms—never caring about the consequences of his actions. His desires, his pleasures, his choices—everything revolved around him. But tonight, an unsettling feeling crept into his chest, a whisper of doom approaching.
Suleman’s Past: A Life of Selfish Choices
Suleman was no stranger to deception. He had led many people on, made promises he never intended to keep, and walked away without a second thought. Love, trust, commitment—these were just words to him, tools to manipulate those who cared for him.
One such victim of his deceit was Fareeha, a girl who had loved him with all her heart. She believed in his promises, trusted his words, and when he left her heartbroken, she lost the will to live.
Little did he know, her suffering was not over. Suleman’s Punishment was only just beginning.
The Call That Changed Everything
The silence of the night was broken by the sudden ring of his phone. Yousuf, his closest friend, spoke with urgency.
“Where are you, Suleman?”
“Same place as always,” he replied, exhaling smoke.
“Did you hear? That girl… the one you deceived… she’s dead. She committed suicide.”
The cigarette slipped from Suleman’s fingers. His throat went dry.
“W-what?” he stammered.
“Fareeha. You remember her, don’t you? The one you played with? The one you left behind like she was nothing?”
Cold sweat formed on his forehead. His hands trembled.
“This… this isn’t my fault, Yousuf!” he tried to convince himself.
“Isn’t it?” Yousuf’s voice was filled with anger. “You led her on, broke her heart, and walked away like it was nothing!”
A suffocating silence filled the car. Then, like an echo from the past, Fareeha’s voice rang in his ears:
“Suleman, you can’t do this to me. I can’t live without you!”
And his own cruel reply:
“Do whatever you want. It makes no difference to me.”
But now, it did.
A Storm of Guilt and Fear
The weight of his actions pressed down on him. His mind raced with memories of Fareeha, of her love, her trust, and the pain he had caused.
Suddenly, something moved in the rearview mirror. A shadow.
His heart pounded violently. He turned to look—but there was nothing.
“Just my imagination,” he muttered, shaking his head.
He started the engine, eager to escape the crushing guilt that surrounded him.
The Shadow in the Mirror
As soon as he pressed the accelerator, the car jolted violently and shut off. The headlights flickered.
Then—footsteps.
Faint. Slow. Coming from behind.
“Who’s there?” his voice trembled.
No answer. But then—red handprints appeared on the windshield. Handprints… as if made of blood.
His breath became ragged. His pulse quickened.
Then, a whisper. A voice he knew too well.
“Suleman… It didn’t matter to you, did it? But now… it will.”
A Whisper from Beyond
His blood ran cold. That voice… it was Fareeha.
He tried to move, to escape, but his body refused to obey. A suffocating force gripped his chest. His vision blurred.
His heart pounded in his ears—then… it stopped.
The night swallowed him whole.
The Final Reckoning
The next morning, passersby noticed a lone car parked on the deserted road. The driver’s door was wide open.
Inside, Suleman sat frozen in terror, his eyes wide, his skin pale as death. His heart had stopped beating long ago.
No one knew what had happened to him.
But when Yousuf arrived at the scene, he whispered the last words Suleman had spoken before fate caught up with him:
“Then I started following my heart… A punishment was coming.“
Conclusion: The Price of Heartless Actions
Suleman’s Punishment was not an accident. It was not a coincidence. It was the price of his heartless choices.
For years, he had ignored the feelings of others, playing with emotions like they were insignificant. But karma has a way of catching up. The pain he caused had returned—in the form of a shadow, a whisper, and a final, deadly reckoning.
Let this be a lesson. The past never truly disappears. And sometimes… it comes back for justice.
Suleman’s Punishment had been delivered.
