This story revolves around two rival kingdoms. There is crisis, trauma, blood, memories, love, loyalty. The Prince of Abadi goes out on a hunt where he encounters a mysterious girl. He invites her to his kingdom. The attackers are on a loose. Hatred...
I was walking slowly in a forest. Where was I? It was foggy and my vision was obstructed. Iooked up at the sky. It was dark but wasn't night.
I kept walking. I rubbed my eyes with my palms but couldn't see anything. I could only hear the sound of a waterfall but couldn't see it. It was chilly. Fresh breeze was hitting my face.
I walked until I reached a tree. I stood there by taking support of the tree trunk. I was wearing a long silk white gown and a white hijab. Suddenly I felt pain in my heart. I kept my palm on my chest and breathed heavily.
After a while, roaming aimlessly for a long time, I reached a flowing river. A man, his back facing me, was sitting near the river. I walked upto him and stood beside him.
He was playing with his fingers in the river. MUDARIS?!! "What are you doing here?". He was silent.
"Mudaris?".
He sighed and spoke, "Everything is infront of you, near you, but you don't dig in deep".
"Near me? What are you talking about?".
"Kulama kan al'amr 'akhtar qaswatin, kulama antahaa al'amr 'asrae. {The crueler it is, The sooner it will be over} . Its time to know its meaning. It's time for you to search the past".
"The past?". I spoke in Confusion.
"The past is not what it's seems. You have to find your relations. Only the Almighty and he can guide you".
"He?". Who is mudaris talking about? He pointed his finger behind me. I turned back to see............
A tall, lean man standing in front of me. He had deep black eyes just like the one I encountered on the roof. His hair was silky smooth black. His skin was pale and had cherry red lips. He was handsome but looked dangerous.
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The man walked towards me until we were inches apart. We both stared into each other's eyes.
"It's time". He spoke. His voice was firm and dangerous and manly.
I woke with a start. What a dream. Who was that man? Was it even real? The repeated sentence of mudaris, am I going to find out its meaning finally? Was he the same person I encountered on the roof? I was so confused.
I was lying on the bed and the tabib approached me.
"Good morning Ms. Rabia. How are you feeling? Your wound is almost healed. You have been sleeping well for eight days".
"Eight days?! What? It must be a joke".
"It's OK. The good thing is you would be able to walk soon. Shukar Alhamdullilah that your heart is responding well. Seems like Prince Zayn's prayers have been answered. I'll call him at once. He told me to inform him if you were awake. He always kept a watch at you at night so that you are safe. He truly cares about you".
