𝐁𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐑

11 | destiny's plan ?

He was her warmth
she was his peace
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The dark grey colour clouded the entire atmosphere as the cold wind swished past the petite figure. The coldness seeping into her heart as she gazed through the slight foggy atmosphere.

"Where are you, Faris?" She whispered.

Her body was freezing every passing second. The surkh laal joda clung onto her like a second skin. The dupatta wrapped around her like a shield.

She held onto the ends of it, pulling it more to herself as she sat alone on the wooden bench at the railway station waiting for her husband to be to arrive and explain her the reason of the delay. To soothe the rising negativity in her heart. To bring peace to the agonizing storm brewing inside her along with him.

"Faris." She whispered as she closed her eyes tightly pulling her knees to herself as she sat there, on the deserted platform, waiting for him, chanting his name as a prayer.

Her heart prayed for him to come to her, all well and happy about their nikah ceremony. To come and take her away from the sudden swirling patches of darkness that danced in front of her. Her eyes rolled back as she rested the side of her head on the head of the bench.

Ae mere khudaya tu meri iss taqleef ko door farma de. Her heart cried.

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The darkness in his eyes could take away the soul of the most sunshine of mortality as his gaze pierced through the skin of the man that lay lifeless onto the dirt covered chair.

He glided his fingertips onto the conical edge of the dagger as his eyes slithered through Faris Mir's unconscious frame.

"You can't be this heartless, Azlan." He heard his cousin reason out.

Zaviyar sighed in irritation.

Paani sar se upar jaa raha tha usske. Usske zehen mein ghula hua zeher usske seene se hokr usske dimaag tak pohanch chuka tha. Usske sar pe junooniyat sawaar thi. Khoon sawar tha.

"Can't think of the time I asked your opinion." He spat back.

The sudden acute pain was resurfacing as he clenched his jaw tightly. The muscle in his jaw twitched, enhancing the already sharp bearded jawline of his, giving him a lethal look.

"You own the show you step in." Abid whistled, tired of the venomous words his cousin threw at him.

"The show belongs to me, Abid."

"I can not let another man take away something I've been begging Allah for. I can't let him take away my only source of peace. I can't let him take away my heart and then rip it apart in pieces while i witness it all with my bare eyes." Zaviyar's words were full of emotions unlike his eyes. His sapphire eyes were empty, void of any feelings or emotions. All he felt was rage. All he could see was red.

"The path i chose might be wrong but my intentions aren't." He chuckled darkly. The sound reverberated, echoed around them.

The dark room was suddenly filled with loud coughs as Zaviyar's eyes lightened up with a glint.

Nothing about the look in his eyes was pure. It was as dark as the world of Destruction, as evil as the intentions of the Devil, as scary as the onset of Death and as disastrous as the world of Hades.