MAFIA CAPTIVE ANGEL

ch 52

Siya woke in Daniel's arms, feeling a mix of comfort and unease. Memories of the previous day flooded her mind. She quickly released her grip on Daniel and slid away.

The thought of the attacker's touch made her skin crawl. Desperate to scrub away the disgust, Siya rushed to the washroom.

Under scorching hot water, she let out silent tears. The heat seared her skin, but she welcomed the pain, hoping to cleanse herself of the trauma.

Emerging from the shower, Siya's skin glowed red from the intense heat.

Daniel, sitting on the bed, looked up as she stepped out. Concern etched his face.

"Siya, your skin..." he trailed off, rising to his feet.

Siya wrapped herself in a towel, avoiding Daniel's gaze.

"I'm fine," she whispered.

Daniel's eyes widened in alarm as he took in Siya's crimson-hued skin. He strode towards her, his voice laced with concern.

"Siya, what did you do?" he exclaimed, his tone softening. "Why did you take such a hot shower?"

Siya trembled, clutching the towel tightly.

"I...I needed to wash away his touch," she stammered, tears welling up.

Daniel's face contorted in anguish.

"Oh, Siya," he whispered, gently drawing her close. "I'm so sorry. I should have been there to protect you."

Siya's body stiffened, unsure if she was ready for his touch.he hug her  softly ..she cried her heart out..

Daniel make her stop crying and  told her to wait for him till he freshnup and they both together go for breakfast.

Aa daniel came out of washroom  in casual dress ..he saw siya was lost on thoughts

Daniel gently took Siya's hand, his touch snapping her out of her trance. "Hey, I'm back," he said softly, noticing her gaze had drifted off to the clouds.

Siya blinked, refocusing on Daniel's concerned face. She had zoned out, lost in thought.

"Ready for breakfast?" Daniel asked, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

Siya nodded, still slightly dazed but managing a faint smile.

Daniel helped her up, and hand in hand, they walked out of the room, leaving her lingering thoughts behind.

They had their breakfast quietly...

Daniel decide to lift her mood and make her forget tye yesterday incidents

After breakfast, Siya rose from her seat, intending to retreat to her room

. But Daniel gently caught her hand, his eyes sparkling with a surprise.

"Wait, Siya. We're going somewhere," he said, his voice low and soothing.

Without explanation, Daniel led her to the car, opening the door for her.

Siya slid in, still lost in thought, the previous day's events lingering like a shadow.

As they drove, the scenery outside blurred together. Eventually, the car
halted before a beautiful flower park.

Daniel helped Siya out, and hand in hand, they strolled into the tranquil oasis.

Unbeknownst to Siya, Daniel had quietly purchased the park, ensuring their solitude.

His staff, posing as ordinary visitors, blended seamlessly into the background.

As they wandered through the vibrant gardens

, Siya's somber mood began to lift. Rows of roses, marigolds, and an array of colorful blooms brightened her gaze.

In a secluded section, women were crafting flower crowns and bracelets, selecting petals with delicate care.

Siya's interest piqued, she watched, mesmerized. And wants to make flower

Excitedly siya run to flower crown section...

"Careful, Siya, don't run. You're still recovering."Daniel yell

But Siya couldn't contain her enthusiasm. Amidst the vibrant blooms, she felt alive again.

As Daniel watched from a distance, a warm smile spread across his face. Seeing Siya happy and carefree filled him with joy.

Siya meticulously selected her favorite flowers – delicate roses, sun-kissed daisies, and velvety lavender. Her hands moved with purpose, crafting a stunning crown.

Daniel approached her, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "You look like a florist extraordinaire," he teased.

Siya's cheeks flushed, her gaze meeting Daniel's. "She divert her eyes from him

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Siya struggled to thread her flower crown, the delicate strings slipping from her fingers. Daniel stepped closer, his eyes gentle.

"May I?" he asked, requesting permission to assist.

Siya nodded, her cheeks hinting at a blush.

Daniel's fingers brushed against hers as he took the threads, expertly weaving the flowers together. Siya's gaze followed his hands, mesmerized.

.

With tender care, Daniel placed the crown on Siya's head, adjusting it to perfection. Siya's face flushed, her lashes lowering.

She looked away, her focus drifting to the surrounding blooms. Daniel's presence lingered, his warmth radiating beside her.

"Beautiful," Daniel murmured, his words ambiguous – referring to either the flowers or Siya herself.

As they strolled through the park, Siya's crown drew admiring glances

. But Daniel's attention remained fixed on her, captivated by the delicate strength she embodied.

It's lunch time ..let's go siya for another place daniel told her...

Siya quietly followed him to car ...

Car reached its destination  a indian restaurant..

Daniel give menu card to siya to order for her and him....

Upon entering, Daniel handed Siya the menu. "Order for us, please. What do you crave?"

Siya scanned the options, her eyes widening at the diverse choices. After a moment's deliberation, she ordered for them both.

Their lunch was quite beautiful as the background sound in restaurant was so calm ...

He was taking her to carnival next...but she feel asleep in car...

So he came back mansion

He picked sleeping siya and took her to room....

He arrange his work and laptop in her room ..and silently work so that het sleep not disturb
.

Don't touch me please ...no....no....siya was mumbling in her sleep..and crying...

Daniel run to her in bed and took her in his lap ...

Shh...sleep siya....I'm here ....no one will touch you....

She calm down and fell in slumber.....

Daniel got up and call his men

Did you find that bastard... ....he asked

Yes booss ..he is in the dungeon ....
His replied...

I'm coming ....preparing for his departure to the hell...

After kissing siya forehead he leave for the dungeon....

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