His Dark Redemption (18+)

48. Shameless

Sorry for this late update, even though i don't want to tell the reason but you deserve to know.

I was having anxiety attacks from the last few days, they weren't severe just mild but still enough to make me go crazy.

And the reason for it, too personal.

Target- 860 votes, 1k comments.

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A U T H O R
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Next day

Shanaya was still asleep- deep, untouched, unguarded, her head resting beneath his shoulder, curled into the crook of the very man she wished to escape from.

But Ekaksh?

He hadn't slept. Not for a second.

His eyes, sharp yet distant, remained anchored to her face all night, like a poet lost in the verses of a poem he never deserved to write. The kind that bleeds beauty, the kind that aches in silence. His gaze roamed over her like a worshipper before a goddess, aching, reverent, yet unworthy of redemption.

No, it wasn't love in the way the world knew it.

It was something darker...
More haunting.
More sinful.

A sinner, watching the very purity he had stolen from the world.
Only to tame it.

Yet now, too afraid to even touch it the way his sins begged him to.

Then, a sliver of sunlight crept into the room, daring to fall across her soft skin. Instinctively, he raised his hand, shielding her face from the light, not allowing even the sun to disturb what belonged to him.

And his gaze?
Never wavered.

Moments passed.
Her lashes fluttered.

And slowly, as though waking in a dream, she stirred. Her lips moved-murmuring in a language that didn't exist, words perhaps borrowed from a dream she was having.

Her brows furrowed in faint confusion. Still half-asleep, she looked up...

...and found his eyes.

Dark.
Unblinking.
Sinful.

And yet, she couldn't look away.

She must have thought she was still dreaming.

Her fingers reached out slowly, tentatively, brushing against the curve of his cheekbone, where a tiny, almost invisible mole rested. Her touch was feather-light, almost reverent. Then her fingers drifted to his nose, tracing the sharp bridge as if memorizing it.

He didn't move. Didn't even breathe.

Afraid
That if he did, her illusion would break, and she'd pull her hand back and vanish from this moment.

"Itna khoobsurat chehra... aur itne bhayanak karm," she whispered, more to herself than him.

(This much beautiful face... yet very dreadful deeds)

His heart stilled at her words.

Not the condemnation.
But the first part, beautiful face, it echoed in his mind like a melody too soft for someone like him. His jaw clenched, holding back the urge to lean in and kiss the life out of her lips that had just unknowingly complimented him.

He wanted to drown in this moment.
But duty was a cruel mistress.

He had already stolen more time than he should hve