𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐚𝐬.

𝟒𝟓. 𝐀𝐛𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝

The garish sun dazzled its light across the city, people occupied the street everywhere across New York, Fayra draped her hijab firmly to prevent the sunlight from falling over flawless skin, as she stifled a breath of solace,eventually reaching the exit gate to egress from the hospital.

She scrutinized around to see whether the guards were detecting Her, it was hard to evade as Musa Hassan Khan had requisition them not let her move anywhere out for her safety, but Fayra felt confined in the four walls of the room, she wanted to acknowledge her emotions that she started to carry in her heart now days, and detected this an escape from everything.

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❝ I will demolish each and everyone if something happens to my wife ❞ His dominant voice throbbed like a volcano in each corner of the room, He hurled the IV from his hand on the wall as the blood drops to the white marble floor, the guards stood with dread written across their faces as he grips his hair bellowing in seethe and vulnerability.

❝ I want her in my arms before the night falls ❞ He grasped the collar of a guard,each word whispering with utter fury and his eyes turned into a different color of redness that would make any soul fall on their knees at the rage it carried.

It's been an hour since Fayra was lost, even after searching each and every corner of the hospital, they couldn't find her but later they had to check the CCTV footage and found her making her way out the hospital.

But what left them in fright and horrified was that Musa received the call from an unknown number and was told of his wife being abducted and that made him feel like the floor from beneath him had collapsed, his heart throbbed in dread and his eyes carried intense pain.

He shoved the guards on the flooring, punching the walls in seethe,the blood stains displayed across the wall meanwhile his heart whacking against his ribcage and his eyes flooded with tears of feebleness, for the first time after years he felt the terror to lose something,  something which started to feel home for him.

The guards and his team of commanders commenced to trace her down and discover ways to reach her, as everyone moved out of the room in alarm to face their master who was muffling deep breaths to restrain his anger and keeo emotions in bay, but nothing was working at the moment for him.

He placed a hand over the wall with his head hanging lower to the ground, trying to conceal his tears and memories of her commenced to flash in front of his eyes, making him squeeze his eyes enduring the excruciating feeling he was having at the moment.

❝ come back to me hayaati -( my life ) ❞ A whisper leaves his quivering lips, his jaw were clenched at the moment and his hair messy, he looked bone-weary and helpless, and pair of eyes watched each and every moves of his, tears rolling down her cheeks staring at the man who never let anyone know his fragility, today he stood ready to demolish the world just for his wife .

❝ We sometimes clench way too much pride,
Don't you know one day we have to die?
You & me will be buried under the same sand,
And There won't be anyone to hold your hand,
This life is a given test my son,
Once our soul depart nothing can be done,
So you oh slave of God,
Call upon him he surely will respond ❞

The familiar wobbly voice of his grandmother made him snap into reality, as the ruthless mafia turned his head to discerned his grandmother seated over the couch, staring at the flooring and her words resounded in his mind, his heart skipped a beat staring at her tears stained face, and he fisted his palm trying grasp his emotions at bay.

❝ I am a sinner ❞ he mutters staring at the unknown spot blankly, his blood stained hands shoved on the pocket of his jeans and whilst he acknowledged way too well what she was addressing him to do, but it's been ages since he prostrated and spoke to his lord, after what had transpired in his past he went ruthless and commenced to hold agony in his heart thinking his lord forsake him.

❝ And he is most forgiving ❞ she whispers politely, her eyes encircling in adoration that she carried for her lord, the merciful and the greatest of all, she stands up from the couch, and takes strides towards the Man who stood clenching his fists.

She caress his hair, as the man bow his head earning the woman to peek his head in adoration, she takes his blooded palm in her hands and wipes the blood off it from her hijab as a tear roll down her eyes discerning at the pain and care he carried for his wife, who is lost since an hour now.

The grandmother stares at her grandson, nodding her head assuring him that everything is going to be fine, she points at the sky as her eyes whispered to him to have faith in the lord of heaven and earth, he will set everything fine because he is the best of planners,

❝ Turn to God my son, it's never too late ❞ She then whispers making the stone hearted man shed tears, his heart yelling in agony and fright and his body quivered at the fear of losing his beloved wife, perhaps that is when he acknowledged that he has fallen for the person who he vowed to demolish but surely fate had different plans.

❝ Oh believer of God,
Come to me he says,
I am here to pardon for the sins you made,
Raise your hands above the sky,
I am all hearing so you shall ask,
Repent oh human, repent with heart full of regret,
He says he love to forgive so you cry your heart out,
Cry to him, he is the greatest of all,
Oh the believer turn to him,
He is the most merciful of all ❞

His sobs reach the above the sky, he place his hands over the mouth from attempting to thwart his helpless cries, as the exquisite words of his grandmother makes his heart to dash towards his lord and whispers to him about how helpless he feels and who can fathom the hearts of the human better than the almighty God? None !