Attraction

CHAPTER 30

Dark onyx eyes stared in oblivion. Infront of him was a vast garden as he sat on the bench, observing the flowers bloomed. 

Life has changed for him. But the flowers still bloomed the same way as a decade ago. The azaleas and roses were fresh. As fresh as the memories in the back of his mind. That killed him each second. Every moment of his life. Playing with his mind like the eyes of a beautiful women toying with a drunk man's heart. 

He was sitting in the same garden where it all began. The fire of revenge, love, agony and death erupted from this very place which now looked calm but was the cause of multiple deaths and murderer of not just body but souls, generating lifeless bodies, humans walking yet without their essence-soul. 

It was ironic. These soft petals, these beautiful flowers could do so much damage. There was a famous saying which was whispered about this place that for a lovers two unite first at this garden would be a bad omen to their love story. He never for once paid much heed to these whispers but when it became his life story, he couldn't help but laugh. Laugh out of pure helplessness. Helplessness which took its birth from the pain. Pain that could be physically felt. Pain which told him it was a karma. Pain which broke his back.

Pain of loosing his entire family....

Pain.

So much pain.

Pain that turned into the desire of quenching revenge till his last breath. 

That it still resided in his heart with the same intensity as decades ago. He often wondered why wasn't it alleviating? Why wasn't his heart was letting go of these gut-wrenching, these unnerved beats of his hearts which made him often restless.

It often made him conclude that he should learn the art of letting go. Maybe it would heal him. But he couldn't. He was helpless over himself. He had no control over his nafs- which had turned black. 

His nafs- his desires were guiding him and he was being pushed to the path of destruction. He was aware of it. And then he ought to make this destruction, his abode. Let this restlessness be of lifetime, but he won't back down until the last drop of blood would not fall from Moosa's body.

It was a promise.

A promise he made with himself.

A promise his nafs forced him to make.

Yet he didn't realize it.

Or maybe he did and surrendered to the power of his desires. Desires so menacing that they weren't satiating even after making her a walking corpse. 

Flashback

The sun was setting. Orange red color sprawled all over in the sky. The view  was serene. The atmosphere was cherishing. Longing. As if a perfect time for two lovers two meet, their souls uniting after years of severance.

He was in the love garden. The infamous love garden of Tehran, a meeting spot for lovers. It was built by one of the rulers of this area, named Shah Karim, in the remembrance of a woman he saw at this same place. But before the king could reach her, she was out of his sight. Her angelic face and bewitching eyes made the king fall in love with her at first sight. Despite having concubines at his palace from all over the world, he wanted her. Desperately. The king had ordered all his forces and troops in finding that woman. The search went for weeks but they couldn't find the woman. The king killed numerous soldiers and an entire troop in failing to carry out this task. His nights were spent in the recalling that lady and her smile. Her angelic eyes and symmetrical teeth which glimmered when she had smiled at him. He even invited painters from the entire kingdom and dictated her picture to them but even the painters failed to do justice with the beauty of that woman. When the king was not able to find the woman, he went mad and his drinking habits increased. His days and nights were spent in restlessness. Many said that woman was a witch who was sent by the Divine power to teach the king a lesson since he made any women he liked, his concubine, by force. The people of his kingdom began to die of dwindling economy and out of poverty. Due to this weakened state of his kingdom, he became a potential target and eventually was defeated by his neighboring kingdom. His last will was to bury him in the same garden he built for that woman whom he often called-Dil Nasheen. And he was buried in this garden. The love garden. Epitome and symbol of infinite love.