𝐁𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐑

12 | his? his!

Haal yeh hai ki apni haalat par
gaur karne se bach raha hoon main.
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The darkness enveloped her entire system, speeing into her very essence leaving a bitter taste on her tongue.

Benazir's heart pounded as she stood on the desolate railway station, the cold wind carrying a sense of impending doom. The rhythmic clatter of distant train wheels resonated with her rising fear.

Disgust welled up within Benazir as she witnessed the audacity of his actions-kidnapping Faris Mir, the man she was to marry. Her husband-to-be, snatched away like a pawn in a cruel game. Hatred burned in her eyes as she faced Zaviyar, his presence casting a dark cloud over the once-promising day.

Her heart lurched when Zaviyar, with a twisted sincerity, confessed his feelings.

Benazir's disgust deepened, realizing the depth of Zaviyar's delusion. The irony of his declaration, tainted by the sinister act he orchestrated, intensified her repulsion. She struggled to comprehend the juxtaposition of love and betrayal in this chilling moment on the deserted railway platform.

"You are crazy!" She whisper yelled.

"You have no idea, beautiful. You have no idea." Zaviyar whispered.

His eyes were drinking her in, her features, jer expressions. It felt like a dream to him. Seeing her up this close made his heart lurch with unknown expectations and a foreign feeling.

His heart pounded inside the cage, begging him to confess it all to her. To tell her that it was all just a facade. That he was trying to be the bad guy just to make her marry him.

He knew he was the villain here, who'd killed something in her, a part of her and had snatched away the only source of hope in her life, Faris.

But he was not guilty of it. He knew he had to do that. He was not supposed to act rashly but the pain he felt upon seeing her with Faris triggered something in him.

He felt like someone had clawed his heart out and dug thousands of nails into it, piercing it, making it bleed. His feelings were pure and raw and so were his intentions but the way he had carried out everything, carried himself, made him question himself.

"I beg you, Mr. Azlan. Leave him." Her eyes welled up. She was ready to beg.

If it could save Faris from this man, she was ready to go to any extent. She could never see that man going through pain and suffering because of her. He deserved so much more and she knew, her heart lurched, as a thought crossed her mind and she knew that this was not going to end well.

"He is innocent. All he has ever given me is his love and respect. I request you to please let him be."

Zaviyar's heart burned. The sizzling sparks of current travelled through his system, burning his insides. His chest constricted, the sweet painful pinches resurfacing as he placed his palm over his chest.

"I can't." He gritted out as the pain intensified every passing second.

The loud silence between them choked her, the tension intensified as she looked directly into his blazing sapphire orbs.

They were full of colour yet appeared empty as she tried to read through him.

As Benazir gazed into Zaviyar's eyes, she felt a chilling emptiness within them, as if the windows to his soul had been veiled by a profound vacancy.

The once vibrant orbs now reflected a desolate abyss, devoid of the usual spark that animated them. It was as though his eyes, once windows to his emotions, had become mere voids, leaving Benazir with an unsettling sense of disconnection.