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The stillness of the dark room covered in shadows would have made one assume that it lacked any form of living life, however, the figure that remained seated on the furthest corner of the white sofa proved otherwise. Her gaze fixed on the full moon that illuminated the room enough to provide a view of her face.

Her long, dark tresses fell upon her back like a warm blanket and ended below her waist. Those dark eyes lacked any form of emotion while her pink lips were set in a subtle pout. Phana Akbari was no less than an angel, however, her inner battles made her a fallen one. To this day, she is desired by suitors who come to ask for her hand in marriage. Sadly, fate decided to tie her to a man that she once loved with all her heart but now, she loathes his very being.

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The heavy sound of his footsteps fell silent as he crossed the invisible boundary that separated the hall and Phana's bedroom. With that, he closed the door as quietly as possible and locked the door with a simple click. Unfortunately, the angelic figure was so occupied with the moon's beauty that she failed to hear it.

His dark eyes drank in her features like a man dying of thirst while stranded in a vast desert with no escape. Breathtaking would be the correct word since he felt as if he couldn't when around her. No word in universe would accurately describe her beauty.

As he stepped closer, her voice put him to a stop.

"Shokar de che birtha ralay Taimoor. Zma hayre sho che dertha wa wayam che za oh tha ba saba wawzo bazaar tha," came her enthralling voice.

(Thankfully, you came back Taimoor. I forgot to tell you that you and I will go out to the store tomorrow)

As she wrapped up her statement, it only took a few seconds for her words to register in his brain and fill him with uncontrollable rage. Taimoor. His brother's name left a bitter taste in his mouth.

After not receiving a response, she turned her head towards the sound of heavy breathing. When her eyes landed on the man that stood before her, they instantly narrowed, however, she quickly schooled her features to remain impassive. The two watched one another, one burning up with indescribable rage while the other with pure loathing.

Phana ended the eye contact by returning her attention to the one thing she found pure solace in: the moon. Her lack of attention or care regarding his presence irked every bone in his body. Idris couldn't believe that this was the same Phana that would do anything to get a minute of his attention five years ago.

"Stha oh zma da wror der manz cheshi rawan de?"
(What is going on between you and my brother?)

The second that the accusation left his mouth, Idris genuinely regretted it which could be seen from the way he shut his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. The heaviness of the statement enveloped the room in silence; silence that said more than any words could.

The accusation disguised as a question continued to replay in Phana's head. Despite all those years of knowing her and being away, he still had the audacity to judge her character as well as questioned whom she associated with.

It felt as if a dagger had been thrown straight at her hardened heart which would've made others assume that it didn't do any damage, however, no one understood how much it truly hurt. She managed to swallow her hurt and turn her attention towards the man that she held nothing but loath and disgust for.

As Idris opened his eyes, he was met with nothing but a harsh glare. His eyes wandered all over her face and he didn't fail to notice how Phana's eyes were brimmed red with a sheen layer of tears covering them. He knew what he accused her of was far from the truth and he wished he could take back his cruel words. Rather than attempting to fix their relationship, he was causing it to crumble to the point of no return.