I've Got My Eyes On You

Chapter 7 - A new challenge for Meerab

In the quiet solitude of his dimly lit office, Murtasim found himself ensnared by haunting memories that refused to be buried. The room, once a fortress of control, became a prison of echoes from a tormented past. He sat alone, surrounded by shadows that mirrored the darkness within him. The air, heavy with the weight of unspeakable horrors, seemed to constrict around him. Murtasim's mind, often shielded by a stoic exterior, succumbed to the relentless onslaught of painful recollections. The scent of damp walls and the dim flicker of a solitary bulb transported him back to a time stained with blood and shattered innocence. The scenario of that young girl had painted some sort of the same image in his eyes today that had happened years ago.

As if plunged into a nightmarish abyss, Murtasim's eyes glazed over with the bloodshot hue of agony. It all echoed in the chambers of his mind, a symphony of despair that reverberated through time. As he closed his eyes, the memories clawed at the recesses of his mind. The screams of a young girl, the haunting pleas that echoed in his soul, replayed with cruel clarity. He could smell the stale air of the room, feel the coldness of the floor beneath him as the chilling scenes unfolded. The middle-aged man, a twisted figure from his past, loomed over the girl, callous and indifferent to her desperate cries. Murtasim, helpless and innocent, watched as the scene played out like a recurring nightmare. The room echoed with the sharp sound of gunfire; the girl's pleas silenced by the ruthless crack of the gun.

The weight of his past, a relentless spectre, began to close in on him, dragging him back to the unforgiving echoes of a childhood he had tried so hard to bury

Nahi... Please, nahi...

Meri baat sunlen.... Listen to me... plea-

The scene unfolded with brutal clarity as if etched into the very fabric of his existence. The shots rang out in the silence of his office, each one tearing through the fragile veil of innocence. Murtasim's hands trembled, a grotesque dance of the past replaying before his bloodshot eyes. The girl's lifeless body crumpling to the floor, an image forever seared into Murtasim's tortured soul. He could feel the weight of her presence, the unspoken accusation in her lifeless gaze. The pain, once buried beneath layers of control, erupted with a raw intensity that left him gasping for breath.

Murtasim's eyes snapped open, bloodshot with a tempest of emotions. His chest heaved with the weight of the memories, and the room around him seemed to close in. Despair, anger, and a profound sense of loss etched deep lines on his face.

"I’m close to them…," he muttered to himself, his voice laced with pain and determination.

The tears welled in his eyes, burning red with the intensity of his emotions. Each drop that fell carried the weight of the past, a past that had left scars etched into the very core of his being.

As Murtasim wiped away the tears that stained his cheeks, a steely resolve settled over him. The past, painful and unforgiving, would no longer be a shackle. In the red glow of his tear-streaked eyes, Murtasim vowed to confront the shadows that had cast a long, haunting darkness over his life. In that moment, the formidable Murtasim, the alpha in the world of shadows, became a vulnerable soul tormented by the ghosts of a traumatic past. The bloodshot eyes reflected not just the scars of a single night but the collective weight of a lifetime's worth of agony. And as the echoes of that haunting memory subsided, Murtasim was left alone in the suffocating silence of his office, grappling with the relentless ache of a wound that time could never fully heal.

The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the kitchen where Meerab moved with a quiet efficiency. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the comforting scent of breakfast as she prepared a spread for Murtasim.