𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐚𝐬.

𝟑𝟏. 𝐤𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐦 - 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞

The four walls of Khan's mansion were enfolded in cavernous gloom, clenching intense secrets of each soul. It's quoted that darkness can be petrifying, but it's enticing at the same time; some souls rehabilitate themselves in gloom, while others demolish.

The silhouette of a manly figure reflected against the white-coated barrier. The time indicated three-thirty at midnight. Musa Hassan Khan entered the house, his mind fiddling with the scenes of what transpired earlier. His pair of dazzling eyes clenched a hue of ruddiness beneath them, emitting a dangerous aura, while his sleek hair was messed up. Yet, he still had the audacity to look hot and sexy, and he was handsome to behold.

His gray shirt had blood stains, but that didn't faze him much as he ascended the huge stairways. His enchanting ocean blue eyes came upon a familiar wooden door, making him halt in his tracks. The silence of each corner was profound as he wandered into the nearby room without consent.

Peculiarly, his heart began to palpitate hard, his mind filled with uncertain thoughts. His hands felt quivering while his pair of ocean blue eyes clenched intense sentiments. He then unlocked the door, peeping his head inside, and what his eyes encountered made him inhale a painful breath.

His mind absorbed the scene before him, numerous questions throbbing in his mind. His jaw was tightened as he took a step in, hurling his blazer over the couch and taking extended strides toward the bed.

❝Don't—kill me, please,❞ a familiar tremulous and painful voice resounded in each corner, making Musa stand mystified, unable to process the words. The room suffused in darkness as a feeble body could be seen trembling in dread, sweat beads trickling from her forehead and her hands clutching the bedspread.

❝Wifey,❞ uttered Musa. It was a surreal experience for him to address her thus, but what seized his contemplation was his wife, shuddering in fright with her eyes closed. He discerned that it was a nightmare, and his heart felt the impulse to safeguard her at any cost.

Frightened, Musa held her cheeks, which shone under the moonlight peeking through the gray curtains. His fingers traced her cheeks softly while, inadvertently, his ocean blue eyes welled with tears.

❝Look at me, my Malika❞ (queen), he mumbled softly, his hands clasping her cheeks and wiping the sweat from her forehead. Her hands reached towards his collar in dread, pulling him closer in her sleep, making Musa stay bemused for a while in bewilderment.

He took her feeble body and leaned it against his chest, holding her close to his heart. For the first time in years, he felt his heart dance in utter tranquility. His heart began to beat, and his soul yearned for more, without intent.

❝Don't leave—he will kill,❞ Fayra emitted a shriek, which made him lose his sanity. Deep down, he burned with rage towards the person behind her nightmares. A tear rolled down his alluring eyes, and his heart beat wildly, an experience he had never felt before.

❝I am here, khoshgelam, I am here,❞ Musa whispered, tapping her cheeks ever so softly. He placed a soft kiss on her forehead as his eyes closed of their own accord. His heart danced with numerous emotions, while his mind questioned his actions. He pulled himself back as time elapsed, and her enchanting pair of gray eyes opened slowly, gleaming with tears under the glorious moon.

She clenched onto his shirt, concealing her face in his chest, finding utmost harmony through him as his lips twisted into a smile. Her sobs filled the room, and her eyes met his. Ocean blue against dark gray was a perfect and enchanting combination to behold. It took her a moment to acknowledge everything, and her eyes widened at their intimacy.

But his eyes were elsewhere. Fayra shook her head to clear her mind and moved back, leaning against the headboard, not before he pulled her by his arms, making her anxious. His eyes held strong emotions for her, making her stare at him in perplexity.

Her eyes fell on his blood-stained shirt, sending chills down her spine. Her gray eyes were submerged in agitation, but she was soon dragged back to reality by his voice.

❝How did you get this, Mrs. Khan?❞ he questioned, his eyes intently fixed on her arms. A frown formed on his forehead, making Fayra look at the area he pointed out. Her heart beat loudly against her ribcage, and her eyes held tears.

When he got no response from her, he looked up and stared at her mesmerizing pair of gray eyes. A strand of her long brown hair fell across her cheek, and he gently tucked it behind her ear, making her cheeks flush and her heart feel giddy.

❝These scars are my hideous past, that no matter what I can't escape,❞ she divulged, her eyes brimming with tears and her hands quivering. His heart went through turmoil as he unknowingly caressed her arms, which held the scars.

❝Does it hurt?❞ he asked, his eyes meeting her distraught ones, while her soul wandered through a forlorn alley. She stood up with great fortitude, her lips cracking into an excruciating smile, making the man stare at her perplexed.

But what she uttered next made a tear roll down his cheek, and Musa stood unable to process more, his mind overwhelmed with uncertain thoughts about her past and so many more.

❝Hold the knife and stab your heart, just let me know how excruciating you felt.❞

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