Worship Series

Chapter # 50

Laying on the bed without a shirt which Zariah was wearing, he was resting his back against the bed frame.

Her arms were wrapped around his. Glancing down at her, he pressed her more into his bare skin.

Whatever happened, her words of being afraid, they left a deep impact on him.

So he created a resolve in that moment- No more distances.

'Only if that Prince hadn't shot me,' He thought sadly.

Tracing his thumb over her shoulder to caress her as gently as possible.

'And I hadn't lost my memories, things would be much more convenient and we would be like this so much earlier....'

Taking a deep breath, he shifted down to embrace her firmly.

She smiled in his arms, the way they encased around her, gave her the sensation of cloud-nine.

"Don't worry, Zari, I won't let anything happen to you,"

Closing his eyes, he fell into his daze as well.

Remembering how his feelings developed but they revolved around the same point of view the whole time.

.... To make her blind, it didn't brimmed recently, it boiled inside him from the beginning...

Back when he was fifteen, leaning against the railing, he watched Issac go wild all because Zariah failed to impress him.

She was hiding under the bed in dread, the same as him.

With a bored look, he was witnessing the sight until Isis came in between.

"Issac, please, she is just a child,"

And those words recalled a long lost memory, the moment when he hid under the bed and Prince's father growled at Guru.

"Guru, please, they are just children,"

"I don't fucking care!"

"I don't fucking care!

'The main reason why I resented Issac to the core was he was just like him.'

They spoke the exact same words. Zariah's father was like Guru.

Exactly like him and it outraged him to the point during his marriage, he took his wrath on her too by not believing her and calling her Issac's puppet.

"Why are you standing and being a spectator? You know your order could stop him, right?" Walsh interrupted with a feeble smirk.

"Issac, stop it, stop being an animal,"

"You shut up!"

And he slapped Zariah across her face who was trembling in horror.

"Come here you damn brat,"

"Do you want to do something, Young Master?" Walsh spoke up again when his eyes narrowed, glaring at the unwanted sight.

It pierced his chest.

"Father, please, I am sorry, I won't lose a fight again, I won't fail a test too, please, let it slide this time-"

"Shut up,"

She was there, as miserable as him.

He could have saved her, he could have done anything for her.

"Well, what can we say? She is his puppet after,"

But, he didn't.

And that incident had affected him too much. His one interruption would have diffused the situation yet he decided to walk on her.