Simple Hate (Broken Dreams 2)

Hating you was the easy part

"Where do I exist in your life?" Zarrar turned her to face him and she ruthlessly removed his strong manly hands from her shoulders. 

"Nowhere." Her emotionless words framed the chaos in her soul.

"Are you saying it in real?" His gaze deepened, boring his eyes in hers determined not to surrender. 

"I have never given you any notion of confusion. What I feel is all that I say."

"Yes. You have never given me any notion of confusion but this extreme clarity is wrapping me in fine satin threads that are suffocating my breathing passages. Please, have some mercy, Zara." He was almost pleading when she saw fine beads as the shield on his eyeballs. 

A winning smile covered her lips and her beautiful features accentuated in ways that pulled him to that fine morning when the spring was knocking the tree trunks. 

"What else a kidnapper can expect from the woman he had brutally killed long ago? I am dead but I am breathing; suffocated with air choking me bad. I am alive to let you see me dead. Isn't life very good for you?" By the end, she was crying and the warm room was burning her. The need of something very strange for the world to digest had covered her mind and she had always been helpless whenever her mind came into action.

She was a different creature. 

Unlike other girls, her mind had authority over her heart. 

He lowered his head and the painful flashback of his doings with that gentle girl ashamed him to the core. What was she and what he had transformed her into? 

Just for the pangs of insult even when she did not do anything intentionally? 

His legs were faltering and standing numb he was about to break the steadfast Zarrar Aalam world was familiar with.

"I have asked for your forgiveness. I am not patient like you. I cannot strive this crazy duel. I am weak, Zara."

"You are not, Mr. Zarrar." She wiped her tears from the dried back of her hand and the red strips of anxiety appeared on her forehead. 

He sniffed and pressed his eyes tightly to overcome the guilt and stress that was destined to sustain through his lifetime.

"Let me do what you want me to do. I want to start it new." Managing to give her a confirming smile the world was mad after, he tried the last card in his hand. 

"You cannot. I am saying that you cannot." She chuckled frigidly and exhaled a deep breathe while her eyes scanned his unshaven jaws and the dullness her icy words caused in his eyes.

"You just tell me. It is my responsibility." Zarrar was still hopeful.

"Can you do it? For sure? Think again." Lifting her chin upward she tilted her head a little and took a step back when he was trying to hold her hand.

"I can do everything for you. There is no second thought about it. You can trust me. I am a different person now." His black eyeballs were stagnant claiming that he was true.

She laughed and he felt as if his test was over; if Allah had blessed him with the heart of the woman he had loved, nourished by the truest essence of affection itself. 

"You know it very well that my choices are always unique. You once had said this and I have treasured your every word." Taking a step forward that the distance between them was reduced to a few meaningless inches, Zara was saying.

His heart was beating in a different rhythm and whole of his being was finally weighing lighter than ever. His cold fingers were in air to caress her cheek when she told him what he was waiting for,

"I want to be dressed in white, forever to come. Without you, cherishing the fact that even a widow can enjoy the charms of white." 

Tracing the irregular line of hair on his chin with her index finger and imparting the fiery feels under his skin for the first time, Zara was smiling breathtakingly as her heel was tapping the laminated floor of the room. 

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