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8. THE BURNING HEARTS...

{I WROTE, & RE-WROTE THESE FEW CHAPTERS! It took my all, to WRITE THIS PART of OUR BOOK, for I don't like or want to hurt anyone, let alone my INNOCENT AISHA, & her already suffering lover VIVAAN! So please, please, please tell me your OPINIONS, which matter a lot to me....

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Someone closely examined the trembling figure lying in the dark room, sitting in front of the screen, with blank black eyes, & contrasting & mixed feelings under his cold looking face, & unaffected vibes giving body.

"Again a fucking drama!" spoke a man with bloodshot red honey brown eyes, raking his hand through his already disheveled smooth, chestnut brown hairs, groaning in rage, as he slammed his fist on the table, making the silent dungeon resonate with it.

The man with the coldest black eyes, pulling you deep into his abyss, stood up, his handsome features unaffected, as he ever so gracefully walked towards the door, with his masculine walk, & went to the dark room, & opened its door with a forceful kick, scaring the guards around, who bowed in surrender to their King, as tilting his neck, he went in, the lights all turned on by now, as he keenly, without even blinking, eyed the drenched figure lying on the dirty floor, with her closed eyes tearing continuously, lips whispering something inaudible, slow, painful whimpers in between, as her body trembled, more from the after effects of the panic attack than from the cold.

He went to her body, with slow, calculated steps, like an almighty King that he is, & moved her face to him with his shoe, as his right & left hands stood behind him, his right hand with his angry face, with his honey brown eyes showing more of pain & disappointment, than anger.

His left hand, Tara, standing bowing down his head in pity, shame & guilt. Guilt of knowing the innocence of this fragile & broken soul, but being unable to prove it yet...

Knowing her closely for past three months, as he stalked her, on orders of his Boss, his King, he knows that she is anything but a spy & a cheater, but he kept mum, & looked at his phone, trying to get a clue if his work was done, when suddenly a painful whimper caused him to flinch, as he saw his KING kicking his own QUEEN in her abdomen to wake her up, thinking it was all a charade.

"Why isn't she waking up?" asked Avi, looking desperate, as Tara cursed under his breathes, knowing the answers very well, that she have had history of panic attack since past four to five years, from the hidden data they collected.

She was kicked again, this time more painfully, as her eyes flickered, & teared, another painful whimper escaping her whispering lips, & her face bore a pained expression for a while, which was gone in a moment, & again she laid like a lifeless doll....

"What a Drama Queen!" spoke Avi chuckling darkly, shaking his head, knowing his King & brother knows how to bring out the drama of such fake people.

Suddenly the girl was pulled on her feet by her wet & messy hairs, pulling them out of their roots, the same hairs he once caressed....

Her limping body held up just due to her hairs, her head, & hands leg hanging low, & then the one who supported her unconscious body with his mighty arms, left her hairs from his death tight grip, & the girl fell down with a thud resonating in the whole large & silent area, along with another painful whimper.