Things were escalating at a dangerous pace. Adah was supposed to be my toy, but now I don't know, and the cluelessness makes me anxious. Aryan Abdullah had dealt with many situations, some fatal, some game-changing, but never before have I felt this anxiety of losing control over my own game.
One naive girl barged into my life and was now slowly peeling me layer by layer, and the worst was she wasn't even intentional. Something about her compels my beast to be at peace. After I was reborn as Aryan Abdullah, right hand to Rauf Lala, this was the first time someone made me feel human.
"Dad will be waiting for my call," her hypnotic voice broke my chain of thoughts.
Without uttering a word, I fished her phone out of my pocket and tossed it in her direction. She was surprised at first and stared at me.
"5 minutes," I reminded and left her alone.
Why did I give away her phone? Why do I suddenly feel the need to give her privacy while talking to her family? Two days back, wasn't it me who forced her to speak to her father in my presence? Was it because of what had happened after that, or was Adah turning me from a monster to a human?
Again, this oblivion.
I turned towards my study. I need to find answers to my oblivion before I end up regretting it, which could one day become my doom. I hadn't even settled in my chair and heaved a sigh at the constant clutching of my chest when there was a knock. Before she could enter, her lavender had wafted through my den.
"I'm done with the call," that same melodious timbre of her voice that was shaking the wall around my heart.
"Come in," I said through gritted teeth.
It was like there was no escape from that surreal aura that was engulfing me, eating my darkness and spreading light over my otherwise blackened soul.
Adah walked in, and for once, I was glad of her hesitation in approaching me. That girl does have a strong instinct, and that was the only anchor I could use at the moment before I gathered myself.
She was about to keep the phone on the desk when my words stopped her mid-air, "You can keep your phone."
'I can?" she asked.
"Anyway, I have installed a recorder in it," I lied when I didn't even need to.
Her cheek flushed before she lowered her gaze to her fingers, fidgeting the phone, "I won't....you can trust me."
Can I trust a woman again in my life?
I stared at Adah, hoping she would continue further, easing my rising skepticism, telling me that not all women in the world are a snake. But to my dismay, she gave a nod and left the study. I leaned back in the chair and closed my eyes.
If only that woman had never entered my life and broken me, I might have had a chance to meet someone like Adah in different circumstances.
I jerk up straight at that thought, "What the actual fuck?"
Grabbing a cigarette, I walked to the window and lit it. Taking a long drag, I let it sink into me before releasing the puff.
Don't be pussy whipped by a girl. I reminded myself. And it was a fact. That girl will not add value to my life whatsoever, so how can she be of importance to me?
A buzzing of my phone caught my attention, and the next hour went by, with Tareq giving a report about the hotel and Hammad's activity. If not for my strong will, I wouldn't have been able to concentrate on what he was reporting instead of thinking about what Adah will be doing. Grabbing a paperweight, the only souvenir of my past life, I clutch it as if my life depended on it.
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Aryan's Lethal Obsession
Romance"Here," he threw the gun at me, which I had to catch with my two hands. "Kill him." The moment the words were out of his mouth, I dropped the gun in shock and took back steps. "I will let you go if you kill him," he was pointing towards John. "No,"...
