Whispers of Destiny: the Mysterious Union of Zaviyar and Noor

Awakening to Uncertainty

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Time seemed to freeze. my ocean blue eyes locked onto her siren brown ones, and in that moment, the world faded away. it was just us, suspended in a fragile bubble of connection that felt both electric and terrifying. 

But my heart shattered as I saw her collapse, unconscious and vulnerable, her delicate from a haunting reminder of the nightmare she had endured. Scratches marred her milk like white and feather like soft skin, her sleeves and her long, beautiful brown hair which used to shimmer with life and which once flowed like silk, but now it lay dishevelled and a bit ruined, a testament to the ordeal she had endured because of me. 

The strands were tangled and matted, yet even in this state there ease a haunting beauty that spoke of her resilience. Her face, though pale and tranquil in unconsciousness, radiated an almost ethereal beauty. Her skin was a flawless white, smooth and shiny, catching the soft light around her. the gentle curve of her pink lips added a hint of warmth to her delicate features, contrasting beautifully with her complexion.

 Long, dark lashes framed her closed eyes, casting soft shadows, on her cheeks, making her look like she was in a peaceful dream. I couldn't help but notice the way her lashes fluttered slightly, as if she were about to wake up from this slumber . 

In that moment, she seemed so serene, yet there was an undeniable strength in her presence, a reminder of the fierce spirit that lay within her, waiting to emerge once more.  

It's my first time looking at her from this close, and I'm overwhelmed by  a ix of emotions. I can't help but feel drawn there beauty, yet everything about this feels so wrong. Why cant I stop myself from feeling this way, specially one?

 just then, Ayaan's voice cut through y thoughts, "Bhaiii..." I turn around and there he is the same men stood there with a gun pointing at me,  who tried to touch my Noor, in an instant, I kick the him knocking him off his balance, and the weapon clatters to the floor, the sound echoing in the tense silence. 

Rage surged through me like a tidal wave, and I unleashed my fury on the man responsible, my fists connecting with his flesh in a storm of vengeance. 

Each punch ease a release of pent-up fear and anger, fuelled by an overwhelming need to protect what was mine. "How dare you touch Zaviyar Ali Khan's begum?" I growled, my voice a low, dangerous whisper as blood splattered across his face, painting a vivid picture of my wrath.

 I turned to one oh his men, my eyes blazing with fury, demanding, "Where is your cowardly boss, who dared to kidnap my begum? Did he run away like the sacred kitten he is ? Tell him that with bloodshed comes blood, and with honour comes respect.

 As I approached her, my heart ached with a mix of fear and love. y fingers trembled as I gently brushed her cheek, a soft caress against the harsh reality of her situation. I didn't fully understand why I felt so fiercely protective of her.

 I scooped her up in my arms in a bridal style, feeling the weight of the moment settle heavily on my chest. her body felt so fragile against me, and I could sense the urgency in the air as I signalled dad and Ayaan to handle the chaos behind us.