𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐚𝐬.

𝟒𝟖. 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 .

The blazing sun gleamed its lights across each corner, finally as usual another day approached, like a new chapter in life perhaps, and that would come along with twist and trails for each soul that has been descended to the earth for a purpose.

There sat a soul benumbed, staring at the white ceiling with no trace of tears in her dark gray eyes, she was taken to the hospital after she lost her consciousness from the unanticipated event that occurred earlier, the khan's were told she is perfectly fine it was just that the soul couldn't take the trauma anymore.

The old grandmother caressed the girl's brown hair, supplicating to her lord for his clemency and for her children's welfare.

❝ Musa is waiting outside, I'll ask him to come in ❞ she declares, turning on her feet to make her way out, a tear roll down her cheeks staring at the miserable soul that endured so much, so much so that perhaps her fragile soul yearns to vacate from her body, it feels like it's just waiting for the commandment of the almighty lord.

❝  I don't want to face him dadi ❞ her brittle voice makes dadi halt on her tracks, as she passes a tender smile towards dadi who traipse out the door nodding her head, giving the desolate soul some time to gather herself, as she seems petrified and exhausted at the moment.

The grotesque scenes of what transpired earlier fiddle before her eyes, as she initiated to thrust her nails in her unblemished part of her skin, gripping her arms terrified as blood and gore all she could glimpse at the present and that's all she could heed out.

Dadi's eyes encountered the sore eyes, those pair of ocean blue eyes which usually clutch dominance and carried superiority, are now pale and frightened. His shoulder dropped and his eyes carried a hue of redness.

❝ Behind the veil of her smiling face, there is pain encircled around her soul, while she bleeds it in the darkness of the night, until the tears are dread up to her soul, she is alive whilst her soul is no more to be found ❞ Dadi's wobbly voice reach Musa, earning him to stare at his grandmother shattered, his heart felt like ripping out but there was no soul who could understand the pain and hurt he was enduring at the moment, he couldn't see his wife in this state .

Musa gathers the courage and trudges in the room, his pair of lachrymose eyes collides with Fayra's and he feels his heart beat exceptionally and his breathing becomes rapid when she fixes her deadpan eyes on him, those pair of gray eyes that hypnotize him every time.

❝ Amata - beloved ❞ A word slipped his mouth, earning her eyes to fill with tears, as he walked near her and stared at her hand attached with IV, it was to give her some energy, but what about her heart ? Will this fix her back? Can this heal her ? The answer she knows way too well but doesn't want to accept, sometimes lingering in Denial makes a fragile soul survive through disaster.

He pours the water in a glass, and stretches his arm offering her, she kept staring at him astonished at the things her beast was doing, unaware that Musa Hassan Khan is in love with her now, how uncanny and unpredicted it is.

His eyes caught her arms, drops of blood oozing out from it, he placed the glass back on the bedside table and snatched her hand and commenced to blow his breath, disquietude and dread written all over his face, as her nails held a blood stain acknowledging him of what she had done .

❝  What are you doing? ❞ he questions, concern and rage lashing in his voice for the act she pulled, he softly pull her by her jaw and inches near her face making her go breathless as his Cologne hit her nostrils meanwhile his Minty breath fanned her face whilst she clenched onto his collar.

❝ Trying to feel ❞ she managed to utter her words out, shoving him away but instead he pulled her by her arm and placed his lips over her forehead, squeezing his eyes earning his heart to dance and jump in the arms of tranquility and contentment, the love that his heart commenced to carry for her.

❝ Feel what Fayra? ❞ he quires again, his husky voice throbbing in her mind, she wanted to thwart him from the things he was doing, she couldn't fathom what was his intentions behind his soft gestures towards her, because for her he was the man who married her for vengeance.

But fate had better plans certainly, it perhaps wanted to make the barbarous mafia feel this strong emotions that he had never thought he would experience, but now he couldn't deny the emotions that he felt for her, the way his heart beats rapidly staring at her, and how her dark gray eyes grasp magic for him.

❝  Feeling my heart, my pain, my emotions, heartbreaks, and such to find pieces of my heart in it, where you had shattered it thousands of times ❞ her shrill voice makes him startle, as she shoves him and move away, she stifle a excruciating breath and stares at him with disdain which caused nothing but hurt to him.

❝  i had shielded my heart from you, protected and caged it all my life, i was in war, battling with myself, i had vowed to loathe you Mrs. Fayra Hassan Khan, but now ❞  he grabs her by her throat softly, his face inches away as his words resounded across each corner of the room meanwhile a tear slipped her dazzling gray eyes.

❝  Now? ❞ she hurled the question, her breath fanning his face earning him to squeeze his eyes shut and clutch her securely, his lips twisted into a smile at their proximity, as he breathed in her lavender scent.

❝  This heart desires to live More, you broke the shield do you even realize that? ❞ he pressed his forehead on hers, as his words throbbed across the room, her eyes shut and lips set in a thin line, her breathing heavy and her mind ran a marathon whilst his words kept echoing in her mind.

His touch left a tingling sensation in her body, shivers run down her spine whilst all the man wished at the moment was to cease this moment forever.