𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐚𝐬.

𝟒𝟔. 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

❝ Oh lord my tears are the witness for you to know what my heart is going through now ❞ The four walls of the Khan's mansion stared at the man in utter stagger, swinging down the tears that shimmered down his ocean blue eyes, it's been hours now that he came home, attempting to find his wife in every corner of the world, but fate has it planned.

He was seated in the prayer mat, his quivering palm raised above the sky, his heart palpating whilst her thoughts enclosed in his mind, her each words throbbed in his mind like a volcano, like as if she has casted some spill over him, that his body and his mind felt like they belonged to her.

The barbarous mafia was defeated today, his rival has found his weakness, and it turned out to be none other than his wife, someone who he had never thought to clasp dread  to lose,but today something was divergent. The great man was imploring his beloved to come back with the lord of the universe.

It's been years now since he sat in the prayer mat, something from his past had shoved him astray from the god, but today the fright to lose someone has brought him back, fate do play uncanny games, that no soul will be know what's outlined next for him.

❝ you May be known powerful my son, but God is superior, he is the creator of this heaven and earth whilst you are just a mere human to him ❞ A familiar subdued voice of his grandmother reach his ears, the pair of teary ocean blue eyes encounter his grandmother's eyes, who passed her grandson a shattered smile, as she kneeled on the ground and patted her grandson's shoulder.

❝ The trauma your facing, the war you are in with yourself, all this pain, sleepless nights, and this destruction can be killed by only one sword Musa ❞ she mutters, caressing his sleek hair who wiped his tears staring at the ceiling in mystification, his eyes grasping numerous questions whilst heart kept beating in trepidation.

❝ Sword ? ❞ he comes with a question, waiting for her to reply, as he clenched his fist to endure the pain where his soul felt like they would vacate from his body any second without his consent.

❝  yes ! A powerful sword known as love, submit yourself to it, love is the seed Musa, before you  grow you need to plant that seed and let yourself grow ❞ she divulged, her pair of distraught eyes
Intently fixed at the unknown spot, her lips twisting into an excruciating smile that smile where she feels everything was going to get demolished yet clenching the rope of hope in dread to lose everything.

❝ i can't love her yet i can't lose her  ❞ he speaks, shaking his head vigorously as he stands up followed by his grandmother, he grips his hair as tears cascade down his eyes, like how the waterfall doesn't cease or find any edge to thwart the water.

❝  if you only knew the vastness of feelings that her heart grasp for you, perhaps than you wouldn't let a single thought cross your mind to lose her  ❞ The old grandmother apprised, caressing her grandson's hair who let her take a glimpse at how shattered he is, the woman could discern that this ruthless man carried emotions for his wife, the way his eyes whispered how he would set the world in fire if he didn't find her in his arms, made her understand the man is deeply in love.

Whilst memories flowed through her mind, and immersed in her heart, for a moment she saw her husband Zaid Khan in him, in her grandson Musa Hassan Khan.

Musa glanced at his grandmother, with those pair of ocean blue eyes that seemed going through excruciating battle, his breathing was rapid in dread to lose the person that had left some connections to his soul, he felt his heart found a reason to survive, whilst a tear made its way down his eyes the moment his stubborn heart screamed about how he had fallen deeply in love with a woman who he vowed to demolish and disdain her all his life.

The game of fate surely leaves each soul in astonishment at times!

He placed his palm on his chest, those that skipped a beat just by thinking of her, a smile making his way through his full lips, whilst memories of them cascaded down his mind, and immersed in his heart and soul for forever now perhaps.

He fell on his knees, screaming his heart out, no stone kept unturned in making the memories run a marathon through his head, as his screamed reached above the sky in remorse, and all he wished for now was her, to see her dazzling pair of dark gray eyes and listen to her powerful words that leave him in astonishment each time.

Indeed the ruthless beast fell for his beauty.

A teardrop hit the ground, as grandmother takes a step back, taking in the scene that was transpiring at the moment, whilst she narrates a poem with her excruciating voice, her eyes clasping myriads of distraught and heart supplicated to her almighty lord.

❝  diamonds shouldn't be treated as a sheer stone,once you lose the grasp they are gone,
To someone who would treat them better,
And all you are fled Is to mourn later,
How foolish of you my boy?
For letting it go like a toy,
Now you are left alone with no shine,
And i don't see it coming anytime ❞