Aryan's Lethal Obsession

Adah

Last night I had a nightmare.

The remnant of which still shakes me. Thinking that the cool breeze would soothe me, I stood at the shore and stared at the never-ending ocean. The nightmare was so intense that I still tremble whenever a glimpse of it flashed before me.

I was dressed in bridal wear alone in the middle of nowhere. I glanced around when a gunshot out of nowhere was heard. I wanted to scream, but it was like I was in a silent movie with no sound. I clutched my throat, trying desperately to cry for help. Suddenly the dark around me turned into a blinding light, and I shut my eyes as a reflex.

Adah.

A voice filled with agony hit me, and I opened my eyes to witness my father lying limp in a pool of blood. I scratched my throat to shout, but nothing came out. I fell to the ground in despair and was still looking for someone to help when I saw my mother lying on her stomach, blood dripping from her eyes.

Adah.

Her whisper was the last I heard before I woke up with a jolt.

My ragged breathing told me I was out of my dream, but I needed the familiar black orb to assure me. My clothes were drenched in a cold sweat, and my hair was ruffled with all the tossing I did while dreaming. I frantically looked around for Aryan and jumped out of bed to check the bathroom. Recollecting he might still be working, I jogged out of the room. His presence always calmed my panic, the way his heartbeat brought me solace under the water; I wanted to feel it again to know everything would be alright.

However, what I didn't expect was his reaction; he almost choked me. If I knew he was angry or reacted like that, I wouldn't have approached him in the first place. His black orbs turned devilish when he said he would kill me if I manipulated him again. When did I manipulate him?

I shuddered, recollecting the madness in his eyes, and never wished to see it again.

I stifled a gasp when someone covered me with a jacket. Feeling the familiar spark at the touch, I knew who it was and took two steps away in dread. I always knew he could kill me with bare hands, but having to witness it was another level of fear unlocked.

The breeze carried his dry chuckle. I clenched my finger around the lapel but didn't dare to move lest angering him further.

"I thought you were Zoya."

What? I blink in confusion.

"You asked me earlier what happened to me. Love, love happened to me," his confession only made me tighten the hold on the jacket.

What does he mean by that?

"Zoya was the woman I loved, unaware that I was just a game for her. I gave her my heart, soul, and everything, only for her to shatter me mercilessly. I lost everything because of her, including my family. So I wasn't born a monster but turned into one by the likes of you," the last part made me face him in surprise. He was staring ahead as if lost in the past.

Baba was a commoner like you, Matt's words ring in my ear.

"Where is she now?" I whispered, something telling me I won't like the answer.

"I killed her," he announced, facing me straight.

If his gaze didn't send a shudder down my spine, his answer did. My breathing turned heavy when his black orbs stared at me directly. His usually combed hair was tousled with the strong winds. The man standing there was not the dangerous mafia but a man at his most vulnerable.

"I know what loving someone means and have paid a huge price for that. Something you would never be able to do. Since then, I could never bring myself to believe any woman except Amma and June. I'm a monster, Adah, that has risen from the ashes of an innocent man who loved a woman once. Don't try to understand me, don't try to make a human again. Just live the rest of the days here and go back to your normal life."