𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐚𝐬.

𝟓𝟑. 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐘𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲.

The pair of gray eyes stared at the familiar pair of eyes, those eyes that always immersed abomination and revulsion towards her fragile soul, which should actually be conveying warmth and care for her but her yearning never occurred to reality, it remained the same.

A pair of arms took her in a hug, which made her dark gray eyes widened at the gesture, from infancy till the day she has been hankering for this but imminenting this way was something unanticipated for Fayra.

❝  Meet your parents, Fayra ❞ A familiar voice that belonged to dadi reached Fayra's ears, Fayra stood benumbed, her mind discerning the woman's masquerade, she shoved the woman who took her in her arms, as her hands commenced to tremor, meanwhile the woman passed dadi a awkward smile.

Fayra took in the presence of her parents, who smiled at her, that smile that appeared fake like them, she dashed towards the nearby room which turned to be the room of her beast, followed by the person who she use to address as her father, her mind ran into deep Abyss of darkest alley, while her past commenced to flash in front of her eyes.

The woman who is Fayra's mother sat with dadi and began to chit chat, whilst  Mr. Ahmed Ali followed Fayra towards the room and hurled the papers at his daughter's face, who commenced to quiver and shudder in his presence. He was in his blue shirt and black pants, his eyes holding rage and threatening her to sign those papers.

Fayra sticked to the wall in dread staring at the monster, and heart cried for her husband, as her heart has commenced to find solace only in his presence, her dark pair of teary gray eyes surveyed the papers in which it had a statement which her mind couldn't fathom .

❝ Ask your husband  to sign these and don't you dare tell him anything about the past ❞ he threatened, gripping her jaw as his anger had no edge to cease, he seemed blind in anger that he didn't notice someone stepping in.

❝  Watch your tone Bastard or else I'll forget you are related to my wife ❞ The most dominating voice of none other than Musa throb across the room, earning the Man to put a facade of being good as he collected the papers and gripped it in his palm, concealing it from his eyes whilst Fayra dashed towards Musa who stood Mystified and dumbfounded.

Her hiccups resound in each corner of the room, Meanwhile the evil man dashed out the room in dread, Musa's eyes commenced to discern the truth, his heart started to beat wide staring at his wife weeping in his chest.

Musa sits on the bed, taking her in his lap as her face was concealed in his hard chest, and her hiccups had no border to cease any seconds, he didn't overlook the her palms quivering and at the moment his mind acknowledged something was wrong and he vowed to know what it is.

Her parents had come here to know the welfare of their daughter that is what they stated, seeking the permission of the grandmother who was so naive that she didn't have an idea that they were wicked creatures in the form of parents, Glimpsing them in his mansion put him to stupefaction as his past commenced to flash in front of his eyes but he had to keep his composure knowing that this man was related to his wife, the man who sold his own daughter to him.

❝ Tell me the reason behind your tears, if i Don't punish the one who caused it, i promise to punish myself Mi Alma - my soul ❞  his commanding voice let her eyes stare up at him, as her cheeks flush at their proximity, whilst he tugs her hair behind her ears and place his lips over her forehead, letting her heart dance in solace.

Fayra's teary dazzling eyes intently fixed on his, the moon light shimmered through the curtains of their vast glass window, she felt the urge to tell everything from her heart to him and this time she followed the directions of her heart and did exactly what they whispered her to do.

Flashback:

❝  please - please don't hit me  ❞ The fragile soul implored towards the monster who commenced to kick her stomach, blood oozing out from her arms as she yelped and cried out, stifling a excruciating breath from her quivering wounded lips.

❝  whore ❞ uttering out a disgusted word the monster held no mercy for his own daughter, and spared a brutal slap across her flawless cheeks, permitting her lips to shudder at the intensity of it.

Flashback ends.

The words resounded in his mind continuously, his hands quivering as rage flowed through his body, finding ways to Kill that man from his own hands, Musa placed a finger over her lips, staring at her eyes with tears and remorse for the things that he did to her, he felt he was no less than her father.

His heart felt an immense amount of pain, at how he clenched hatred towards a wrong person, but now Musa Hassan Khan wanted to untangle their tangled love.

His eyes surveyed her scars, placing kisses at each one of them, whilst Fayra let him do,her heart yearned for him to heal them, as he sealed his lips on hers, squeezing her eyes shut she breathed in his scent, as he pulled her closer to his hard chest, wrapping his arms around her back to keep her all for himself as she whispered the tales of her excruciating past.

Two souls drowning in each other's and finding solace eventually.

❝ These scars left a wound in my soul forever, even though they healed in my skin, they are still fresh over the heart ❞