𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐚𝐬.

𝟓𝟕. 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫.

The time ticked two past thirty in the afternoon, the walls glimpsed the Man, his naked body on the display, as he was only on his jeans, his pair of ocean blue eyes surveyed the wardrobe, finding the convenient shirt to go along with it.

❝ Master,  Ahmed and his wife is ready to speak the truth ❞ The familiar voice of one of the commander spoke from the other side of the call, Musa's eyes looking for a shirt meanwhile the phone was on speaker, he had placed it in the nearby wooden coffee table, unaware of the presence behind him.

He hang up the call and the familiar sense of touch brushed against his muscular arms, the one which was looking for a shirt, he turned his head sideways to collide his eyes with her pair of dark gray eyes, his heart commenced to beat rapidly at the touch that he just felt, she picked up a black T-shirt and placed it in his arms, earning the man to smile astonished.

She was on her beautiful white fork, her hair loosely Falling over her shoulder and down. Meanwhile the hijab hung over her neck, she turned the other way around as her heart couldn't grasp the emotions staring at his naked built body.

He wore the shirt, leaving the buttons open as he pulled her by her arms and her frail body collided on his hard chest, she squeezed her eyes shut at their proximity, her arms placed on his naked chest and she lowered her eyes with bashfulness.

❝  come closer janan - heart / soul, i love to breathe in your scent ❞ he whispers huskily, placing a kiss over her neck where his marks were still fresh over there, permitting his heart to dance in happiness, she felt her legs wobbly at the things he do, even though she wants to stay angry at him and be away from him, but strangely her heart drags back to him, which had made her exasperated at herself.

❝  Take me with you ❞ she commands, stepping away from him as she looks at his eyes, knowing very well about what she meant by it, Musa was aware she acknowledged that her parents were with him, in his warehouse, but taking her there wasn't something safe.

❝ That's not the place for you ❞ he says with authority, As he shook his head, his eyes clenched power letting her know there was no further discussion, but the courageous soul was aware by now that this man was no harm to her, so her heart pushed her to step further and she clenched his collar, Daring in her eyes to deny now.

The man stood flabbergasted, breathing heavily at the act, his eyes widened and his heart throbbed, his eyes intently fixed at her fierce eyes, the one he is madly in love with.

❝  There is nothing in this world i find beautiful, except your eyes that oblige me to do everything ❞ he whispers huskily in her ears, sending chills to run down her spine, he brushed his lips over her ears, making her heart beat insanely, his fingers circling around her waist meanwhile his lips teased her ears.

❝ Ashegnetam - i love you  ❞  Says Musa, parting her lower lip, she stared at his choice of words mystified, but the man couldn't resist himself as he placed a kiss over her lips, before she shove him and amble towards the door earning the man to chuckle heartly.

Fayra's eyes twinkle in shyness and her heartfelt new emotions arousing, these intense emotions she had never experienced before, she heedlessly sprints towards the main door to the entrance, as the part of her shattered heart commenced to think about her beast, the sufferings he went through, and all the while she loathed her parents for being so nasty and wished death for them.

She opens the door of one of the lavish cars which Musa Hassan Khan holds, and places herself in the passenger seat, lost in her own daze, as the click sound of door opening snaps Fayra out of her trance.

The man stare at his beautiful wife in amusement, his eyebrows raised at her audacity, but Fayra couldn't overlook the way how the side of his lips twisted into a smile, and she rolled her eyes turning her face towards the window, gazing at the vast beautiful garden located in the khan's mansion.

The man shook his head vigorously, he calmed his heart at the things this woman was doing to him as he stepped on the engine bringing the car alive  and drove towards the familiar pathway, dropping a message to his commanders to behave that the wife of Musa Hassan Khan was coming to the warehouse.

His heart held dread knowing she wouldn't be able to handle the things they do there, but the paramount thing was that he was preparing himself for the hatred he would gain from her after she gets to know who actually is Musa Hassan Khan, a distraught smile plays in his lips.

As the few minutes elapsed the car was brought to halt, Fayra stared at Musa with a look of nervousness and fear in her eyes, but the man got down from the car, walking towards her side and opening the door for her like a queen she is, earning her heart to flutter at his act .

❝ Hold my hand my moon, when you hold them i feel like i am carrying the world in my palm ❞ he whispers with honesty, his eyes softening as he offers his palm for her, making her to place hers on his, smiling as they both make their way inside the most dangerous place, unaware about the truths that's yet to be revealed, for the pain they would go through and for the answers for the questions they have always asked, was now going to get answered.

In a way ‘The tangled love’ was going to get untangled!

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