𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐚𝐬.

𝟔𝟓. 𝐑𝐨𝐝 𝐍𝐨𝐲 - 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞.

He held onto his hair in outrage, calming his nerves as the words that were inscribed in the envelope earlier kept flashing in front of his eyes, he clenched his fist in seethe, restraining himself from disclosing his brute side.

“ Dadi - i hurt her ” his voice came out wobbly, as a tear roll down his eyes, the old lady had discerned by the tears her daughter in law carried, she felt anger towards her grandson for making that naive soul suffer all the while, when Dadi got to know about the past that fragile soul went through, she held her close to her heart and supplicated to her almighty to keep Fayra safe and sound.

“ Don't make a soul be so devastated that they're compelled to change their pathway, exhausted of collecting the pieces to fix themselves” whispers dadi, her wobbly voice echoing in each corner of th gym room, the man heaved a long breath, squeezing his eyes shut as he took her bitterness, meanwhile she made her way out, passing him a outrageous look.

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The time ticked ten past thirty in the night, Fayra fidgeted with the hem of her dress, squeezing her eyes shut as she struggled to gather some courage to step in the room, her palm holding the door knob as she twisted it open, Letting a sound resound across the room.

Her teary eyes encountered the scene that transpired in front of her, his huge built body trickling down with sweat beads, his back facing her as his palm trickled down with blood, he was on his trousers, while she could hear his heavy breaths as he didn't thrawt himself from the punching the hard punching bag, taking away all his anger and frustration meanwhile he had no idea about a presence standing behind him.

The words of his grandmother kept rolling in his mind, he felt the urge to scream at the world and tell that yes, that Musa Hassan Khan do have a heart to feel, he can feel her pain and her tears, he wanted to say to the world that he is no harm to his wife, his beloved wife Fayra Hassan Khan.

A sudden familiar touch sends shivers run down his spine, he turns around to collide his teary blooded eyes with the beautiful gray eyes, which twinkled in tears and distraught, his eyes traveled down her eyes to her palm which was placed on his blooded palm, from the continuous punches that he hurled on the punching bag that his palms now commenced to blood, but he could feel his nerves getting calm and his heart dashing towards tranquility.

His eyes encountered the scene, her soft breath fanning on his palm, as she blew her breath on it, wrapping her white shawl over his palm and tying them together, perhaps to hold the blood from dripping all over.

“ you hold that power in you, that only you can keep me sane Cara Mia - my beloved” he whispers in daze, his eyes intently fixed on her every moves, his lips playing with a beautiful smile, making her heart go crazy as she held his large palm in her frail one's, staring at his eyes as both got immersed in each other's beauty.

“ To love you in return you need to mend my heart after you shattered it thousands of times " she broke the silent stifling a excruciating breath, taking a step back to move aside from him, it seemed like she was scared that she would fall for him, meanwhile the man pulled her back to his naked chest, earning a wince from her making him startle.

He loosened his grip when he saw his palm brushed against her burnt part, he made a puppy eyes seeking her forgiveness which made her tummy dance with butterflies, he then encircled his arms around her waist, pulling her close to him and placing his forehead on hers.

He tugged the strands of her brown hair behind her ears, staring at her eyes with so much emotions that Fayra felt her breathing heavy at the intensity yet she didn't wanted to believe in his love, she didn't want to believe his eyes carried that emotions for her and she wished the ground would swallow her down, because her eyes told tales that she had forbidden him to read them.

“ Prove it to me your love is pure, Prove it to me your heart yearns for me, coz i can't fathom your eyes Musa ” she whispers, averting her eyes from his, unable to handle the smile his lips carried that he knew way too well that this was a lie, that she could read his eyes but he knew, he was aware she wouldn't give in soon.

“ I promise you, once i learn how to love, i would never give up, even with the twisted roads i would still hold your hands tight enough to lose, for that teach me how to love exactly Rod Noy - soulmate" he whispers with emotions lashing in his voice, his large palms cupping her palm cheeks, caressing her flawless skin and feeling it under his fingers, it seemed like he was memorizing her beauty and he felt he could draw her even with a blindfold in his eyes.

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