THE KNIGHT'S DOLL

19. A WHORE?

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Ishana's breaths fastened as she was having the same nightmare... again!

"Shh Doll, relax! It's a mere nightmare!" spoke a deep & soft, yet a commanding voice, making Ishana calm down within a minute, as she slowly opened her eyes, & looked at the most beautiful pair of honey-brown eyes, making her get lost in him...

He kept on patting her hairs, looking at her intensely, his soulless honey-brown eyes appearing like the deep mines of burning gold, in the tender sunrays which danced along the curtains, making her mesmerized... These eyes glimmered the same way under that hellfire she was just in, when he came to save her... as her Savior!

She looked at him with her lips parted, eyes teary but unblinking, her eyes swirling in those blazing emotions, as he looked back at her with his keen, dead yet bright ones.

"You alright?" asked he, his sleepy voice coming out groggy making her gulp.

"Huh?" she asked widening her eyes a bit more, as he secretly smirked knowing her thoughts too well just by looking at her face's dreamy look...

"Are you alright Doll?" he rasped again cupping her swollen cheek making her hiss as his rough hand, though however gentle he was, it hurt her skin which was swollen from yesterday's assault...

The sharp pain brought back to Ishana all the abuses she went through the last day, much more dangerous & devastating than those nightmares of hers & she sniffed blinking her tears, making Avi sigh as he hugged her, who was too lost to resist his warmth & hid herself in his chest, seeking his protecting, all scared...

He knew if he wouldn't distract her, she'd end up with another panic attack... He knew she was sensitive, but yesterday he realized she is too sensitive, too fragile, contrary to the hard & feisty girl image she pretends, & it only rose his possessiveness more... ONLY HE CAN BREAK THIS BREAKABLE DOLL! HIS, ONLY HIS... TO BREAK & TO MEND!

He patted her hairs, as he felt her warm tears on his bare chest, which burnt up his skin... SHE WAS FUCKING CRYING AGAIN CAUSE OF THAT CHEAP BASTARD NAMED ALI!

Avi grit his teeth, his hold on her increasing many-folds in possessiveness as he comforted her by moving his hand over her back & hairs...

Ishana slowly relaxed, collecting herself, only for her to realize what she was doing...Her eyes widened a bit & ears turned red as she realized in whose arms she was & in what position!

She gently pushed him on his chest only for his hold on her to increase.

"It's alright Doll! It's over now!" mumbled he again softly, making her gulp hard as he pressed her head on his chest making her injured forehead to hurt as she hissed in pain a bit, while she was shocked to listen to his softened deep voice... It was just like that of her dream where he came as her Savior, though ironically he is her tormentor in the real life, but his richest dark chocolates' voice really calmed her down, both in her nightmare & also now, only until she eyed their position...