𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐚𝐬.

𝟐𝟔. 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 .

❝Mr. Khan, I'd rather die than be yours.❞

The words echoed through the room. Fayra, seething with anger, wiped her lips with the back of her sleeve. Her gray eyes burned with hatred and disgust as she stared at the man before her. Musa remained motionless, his face twisted into a scowl, showing no hint of remorse.

❝Oh, come on. The little kitten has some courage,❞ Musa said with a smirk, leaning dangerously close to her. Their breaths mingled, charged with the intensity and disdain they felt for each other, oblivious to the hidden feelings in their hearts.

❝You will die regretting your actions, Mr. Khan, without ever leaving this world,❞ Fayra retorted, her words brimming with superiority and fury. Her gray eyes darkened as she shoved him with all her strength. Musa, captivated by her bravery, gulped as he observed her.

He tightened his grip on her throat, her eyes filling with tears and her heart aching in multiple ways. Her legs felt weak, and her heart pounded desperately, but Musa showed no compassion. His rage consumed him completely.

❝I'm ready to die, Mrs. Khan, but only after tasting your poisonous blood,❞ he whispered in her ear. His words dripped with menace, and he exuded an air of superiority, taking pride in it. He blamed her for his painful past, which still haunted him.

Releasing her throat, Fayra collapsed onto the white marble floor, gasping for breath. Tears streamed down her face, her hair disheveled, as her heart cried out for relief. Musa walked away, his heart hardened, blind to the future regret he would face as Fayra had foretold.

Fayra lowered her head, her gray eyes filled with anguish, her beautiful long hair splayed on the marble floor. A broken smile twisted at the corners of her lips as she thought of escaping to a place where only God could find her.

❝You are fucking mine! Get that straight in your so-called brain.❞

❝You taste like mine, Hayati (life).❞

❝You're mine—just for entertainment.❞

Musa's words echoed in her mind, filled with contempt for her husband. She remembered the times he had slapped her, his harsh words, and his cruel behavior. Her heart raced with anguish, and she felt overwhelmed by her suffering.

❝Your eyes will shed tears, your heart will be shattered by my hands, and your soul will leave your body. That day will be a day of celebration for me, Malika.❞

His vicious words replayed in her mind. She realized that he intended to destroy her, and the day her soul departed would be the day he awaited with reckless anticipation. The thought of his words sent chills down her spine, her fear tightening her chest, leaving her numb.

❝How cruel you are, using your power over that innocent soul. Fear God, for He wields power that can erase you in an instant.❞

As Musa stormed out of the room in fury, his grandmother's voice halted him in his tracks. She stood with her arms crossed, her eyes filled with disgust as she addressed him. She appeared pale and fragile, her words resonating through the corridors.

❝I am merely dealing with the source of my misery,❞ Musa retorted, his voice echoing with pain. He gazed at his grandmother, her aversion clear as she looked at him with dark, troubled eyes.

He took a step toward her, but she raised her hand, signaling him to stop. The most dominant man was brought to his knees by her rejection. Tears glistened in his eyes as he faced the disdain from someone he held dear. He had never imagined seeing his grandmother react this way, and it felt as if his very soul was being torn apart.

❝May God have mercy on you, my son, for you have none for His people,❞ she whispered in anguish, tears streaming down her face as she walked away. Musa stood still, stunned, her words echoing in his mind as his heart clenched with grief. His jaw tightened, veins bulging in anger.

❝Deep are your eyes, holding secrets deeper than the sea, just as your past will unravel. You will realize that you harbor hatred toward the wrong person, my son.❞

Musa's mind grappled with his grandmother's words. He wondered if they were true, while memories of past pain and heartbreak resurfaced. His current misery and suffering only fueled his desire for her suffering, oblivious to the part of him that still harbored unspoken prayers for her well-being.

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