𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦,
𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫.
"You're a psycho, a crazy bastard," I spat out, my veins pulsing with anger.
He can't, he can't save me because I'm his. Because I'm not.
"You made me that...
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𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚RANIA'S POV :
" I can walk " i husked out to hamdan who was carrying me in his arms taking me towards my apartment.
As we reached my floor we existed the elevator and he walked towards my apartment with me in his arms I don't know but I just waited for him to put me down already but he didn't.
He typed my code and entered inside the apartment whilst carrying me, he walked in as if it's his house and how the fuck does he know my code? horror seeped in through me as blood gushed internally all over my nerves.
" put me down Hamdan!" I yelled while hitting his biceps as he started walking towards my room, he barged inside my bedroom and laid me on the bed so delicately and gently as if a harsh touch and he will break me.
As I lay on my bed, Hamdan stood beside me, his gaze fixed on his wristwatch.
Exhausted and unable to muster the energy to engage with him, I closed my eyes and let out a frustrated sigh.
When I reopened my eyes, I was startled to see Hamdan leaning over me, causing my eyes to widen like dinner plates and my heart to race in my chest.
Reacting instinctively, I swiftly grabbed a blade from my skirt pocket and aimed it at his cheekbone before our eyes could even meet.
A faint light slit on his face and blood trickled from his upper cheek. In a reflexive action, I had harmed him with the blade.
Hamdan froze, his darkened eyes locking onto mine, widening with disbelief and malice.
My heart pounded so fiercely that it felt like it might leap out of my chest. I watched as Hamdan swiftly moved his hand towards his face, blood staining his palm, his gaze darkening, intensifying my fear.
Expecting him to retaliate or shout, I was taken aback when Hamdan, with a clenched jaw that seemed on the verge of breaking, grabbed the pillows from my left side while still hovering over me.
His blood staining my pillows.
He positioned them behind my back, providing me with more stability to lie down.
Realization hit me hard when I saw he wasn't out to harm me but was merely trying to help.
A wave of guilt flooded over me as our eyes met again, and he silently withdrew from the bed, exiting the room without a word.
Frustration gnawed at me as I rose from the bed, each passing moment intensifying my inner turmoil.
Running my fingers through my hair, I hissed in exasperation, feeling overwhelmed by the mounting annoyances.
Though tears threatened to spill, I quickly brushed them away.
Hamdan reappeared in my room, this time carrying items in his hands – the medications prescribed by the doctor and a glass of water.
