𝙁𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝘿𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢 : 𝒵𝒶𝓎𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒜𝓂𝓎𝓇𝒶'𝓈 𝒥𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓃𝑒𝓎

CHAPTER 10.

ZAYN'S POV
As I gazed into Amyra's tear-stained face, my heart shattered. I couldn't bear the thought of her hiding her pain from me. The rain was just a pretext; she sought solace in my arms. I knew she craved release, and I was determined to be her safe haven.

When she melted into my embrace, I felt my soul stir. Her trust was a balm to my weary heart. I knew she'd try to hide, but I was resolute: I'd be her rock, her shelter.

In that moment, our hearts beat as one. Her tears soaked my shirt, but it was my soul that was drenched in love.

In that instant, our worlds merged, and nothing else existed. The tranquility I'd longed for enveloped me, and I knew I'd move mountains to protect it. My everything, my Amyra, had been reduced to a mere specter of her radiant self, her heart now calloused, her smiles forced.

The culprits who shattered her spirit will face my unrelenting fury. I pledge to myself: from this moment on, those who dare to harm you will be met with a vengeance so fierce, so unyielding, that they'll tremble at the mere thought of causing you pain.

My love, your anguish ends today. I'll shield you from the world's cruelty, and ensure that no one ever dims your sparkle again.

As the rain subsided, Amyra began to feel better. We stepped inside, and I noticed her drenched clothes. I quickly arranged for fresh garments, sending a servant to fetch them. We retreated to separate rooms to change, the air thick with unspoken tension.

Amyra felt awkward, her vulnerability exposed. But I, Zayn, had longed for this moment. I reveled in her closeness, yet sensed her discomfort. To put her at ease, I gave her space.

As she changed, the servant delivered the new clothes. Amyra's heart swelled at my thoughtful gesture. Her defenses began to crumble, and she found herself drawn to me.

When she emerged, radiant in her fresh attire, I waited, my eyes locked onto hers. The distance between us dissolved, replaced by an unspoken understanding.

As Amyra discreetly gathered her belongings, her furtive gazes met mine. I drew closer, my voice barely above a whisper, "MAINE JO KIYA USKE LIYE MAI SORRY NAHI BOLUNGA.......MAINE JO BHI KIYA WOH MERA DIL CHAHTA THA......OR AGAR MAINE SORRY KAHA TO ISKA MATLAB HOGA KI MAINE KOI GALTI KI HAI......PAR WOH KOI GALTI NHI THI......SO AMYRA JI (He whispered, his voice laced with seduction), MAI SORRY NHI BOL SAKTA.....KYUNKI WOH MERE DIL KI BEIZZATI KARNE JAISA HOGA....With a sly smile, he teased her.

AMYRA'S POV
Why does he have this effect on me?! Zayn's words are awakening feelings I've never experienced. My heart beats faster with every passing moment, and his closeness is stealing my breath. What words can I utter when my soul is speaking a language I don't understand?

The moment I found my voice, Zayn withdrew, intuitively sensing my inner turmoil. My thoughts swirled, leaving me disoriented. As clarity returned, I swiftly collected my bag and made it to the door. Zayn's expression crumbled, but he made no move to stop me, his stillness speaking volumes.

ZAYN'S POV

Amyra was visibly shaken by my words, her face a picture of distress. Before she could respond, I backed off, giving her space. But she grabbed her bag and began to leave, and I assumed my words had offended her. So, I let her go, unimpeded.

Zayn slumped towards his room, defeated, when Amyra's gentle voice halted him. He turned, his eyes locking onto hers, and his heart skipped a beat. Amyra's radiant smile masked her inner chaos, "MUJHE GHAR NHI CHODENGE AAP?"

Zayn's face lit up with joy as he swiftly grabbed the car keys. "I'll drop you home," he said, his voice filled with enthusiasm.

Amyra smiled, and together they rushed towards the car. Zayn opened the door, and Amyra settled in.