[𝗔𝗠𝗔𝗬𝗔 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗭𝗬𝗥𝗔𝗡]
When a business deal is struck, she finds herself in the confines of the only man she thinks is insufferable. She is to survive but will this just remain as it?
>Marriage of convinience
>Forced proximity
{𝐀𝐘𝐋...
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Ahmer's POV:
I am running.
Darkness surrounds my eleven year old self as I run from the people chasing behind me.
I run and run until my breath turns ragged, until my feet give up, until they've caught me and taken me with them.
I scream but no one hears, I thrash against them but no one helps. I call for help when they cut me but no one hears. I am left alone with monsters.
My eyes close and when they open I have a girl infront of me, she's so beautiful I can't avert my gaze from her even if I try to. She is dabbing some cotton with a stinging liquid on my wound as she cries.
Tears run down her beautiful face as she cries, for me. 'I am gonna hurt the people who hurt you.' She murmurs angrily and then sobs not even a minute later.
Her eyes lock with mine, black and doe and I don't like the sight of tears in them.
She has a small scar under her left eye.
'It doesn't hurt now please don't cry.' I try with a smile, but as her lower lip trembles and she starts crying again I know I've failed.
'What-what did they do to your arms?' She hesitantly asks with a sob, and that is enough to trigger me again. I don't want to go back there. On the cold floor where they left me bleeding from the places they had cut me while my throat bled from the screams of help-
******
I wake up with a sudden jolt.
My body trembles in its wake as my breathing turns erratic from the reminder that I just had another episode of my nightmare.
I chug down the water placed on my nightstand with 2 anti-panic attack pills as my breathing slows down a rate and I am finally able to breathe again.
It's always the same, me running, me getting caught, them torturing the shit out of me, and then I wake up in front of a girl who's beauty and concern itself is enough for me to forget the torture inflicted on my 11 year old self.
I wonder if I'll ever meet her again, I'd love to thank her she's the one who gets me out of the episode breathing-barely but I've had it worse.
I'd die in my sleep if it weren't for those calming black eyes.
I heave in a sigh and lay down again thinking about tomorrow's events to distract myself. I am not blessed enough to be able to sleep after reliving the darkest time of my life.
Maybe someday I will.
4:00 PM
"Yo Zyran how's married life?" I ask with a snicker plopping down on the couch of my living room, Zayn and Zyran stopped by to deliver some papers and yes, now we are seated in my living room teasing the shit out of each other.
