𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐚𝐬.

𝟒𝟏. 𝐁𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧.

The garish sun flickered it's light all over the world, every soul was occupied in their usual chores, the universe took in an alluring glimpse of two souls tangled together, each had dissimilarity, flaws and everything, if one seemed fire then the other was water, yet both looked imperfectly perfect to the eyes of universe.

A pair of ocean blue opens due to the ray of sunlight, a frown plastered across his forehead, with utter difficulty his eyes collide with the magnificent vision in front of him,serenely sleeping in the arms of her beast, her long brownish hair cupped her cheeks, her long lashes curled perfectly whilst her arms placed on his muscular chest and her lips curled into a pout.

For an instant the man forgot to breathe, his pair of ocean blue eyes twinkled in myriads of emotions and he couldn't afford to take his eyes off her, his soul was dancing in the alley of tranquility and contentment strangely, whilst he slowly brings his hand towards her soft cheeks and tugged her hair behind her ears.

Her face were a splendid example of illumination, His heart skipped a beat by her innocence, the way she snuggled close to him in her sleep made him breathe rapidly, whilst his nostrils took into the smell of her lavender scent, and his lips cracked into a breathtaking smile at how good she smelled.

Fayra's drowsy dark gray eyes came in contact with the pair of ocean blue eyes, her eyes widened and her breathing went high, but she couldn't deny how alluring he looked with his messy hair and somnolent eyes, Fayra had to shake her head vigorously to get back into her reality as she sat up straight away, not until she heard his voice.

❝  There is some magic in your scent, that drives my heart crazy wifey ❞ His words made her stare at him, her eyes enclosing in timidity meanwhile Musa had no idea about what he was doing at the moment, he was chasing his heart without his sanction.

The flashbacks of what transpired at the night came back cascading down his mind like a thunderbolt, that it smacked him oppressively, he sat up as his hideous past commenced to play in front of his eyes, making him arduous to breathe, taking a glimpse at his state Fayra took strides near him but his words shattered her again.

❝ You know? I still despise you Mrs. Khan. ❞ He shirked, unable to get rid of his nightmare, his mind enclosing with toxicant towards the fragile soul who is clueless of what she had done to him for him to clasp so much abhorrence towards her, his words throbbed in each corner whilst Fayra restrained her tears and took a step back.

An ominous silence took in the air, Musa gripped his head to get away from his grotesque and excruciating past but his mind had vowed not to cease the flashbacks perhaps, Fayra's eyes clenched apprehension towards him, for what cause he tended to behave this way with her was something that left her in question.

His mind obliged him to believe she is the reason behind his nasty past, but his heart whispered otherwise, his eyes clasped the tales of his heartbreak that would take people an era to read them off, he was made ruthless and stone hearted to build himself dominant, but what Fayra knows is that he too has a soft side concealed somewhere inside.

When life strikes you with hideous tests and trials, souls like him turn hard to survive, and that's what is written in their book of fate.

❝ I have so much rage towards you that it feels like I want to kill you! ❞ he bowled in seethe, his words resounded in each corner of the room, and his eyes became blood shot red. His hands quivered in rage, he commenced to pull his hair when the past took a troll over him making him traumatized.

Fayra stared at him in alarm, trying to fathom what went wrong with him suddenly, her fragile soul throbbed against her chest rapidly, and her body trembled In dread at his sudden outbreak.

❝ Just kill me for once and all ❞  Her excruciating voice reached his ears, making him abruptly turn his head her way, his eyes stared at her shimmering down with tears, her eyes clenched bizarre emotions for him, for a moment it felt like she had same emotions as him but The great Musa Hassan Khan couldn't fathom nor label what emotions they were.

Her hands fidgeted her dress whilst she took strides near him, her eyes enclosed in agony and her heart sang tales of her shattered soul, Musa's eyes never  took off her as his eyes intently fixed on every one of her moves, she took his palm in her hand, the one which had IV attached, and placed it back on the bed.

Taking him in utter shock, meanwhile incredulity was written across his face at her gesture, she glanced at his ocean blue eyes wanting to drown in their delicacy, but she knew well it would leave her nowhere but to the pathway of demolishing herself.

As the second elapsed, her words echoed across the four walls, her voice filled the room and her eyes shed tears whilst her face yelled about her pain and shattered heart, making Musa Hassan Khan stare at her choice of words in astonishment, at how deep her words hit him every time and she took a step back, letting her fragile soul sprint back to the dark alley.

❝ Mr. Khan, God has written this time as yours so you do whatever you want in your power to shatter me.  But when it would be my time I'll rule and make you taste your own medicine and would question you, did I devastate you? ❞