ArShi SS: Cruise Adriana [COMPLETE]

CHAPTER 11: Time is a Witness

As the hands of clock tick

In a reverse direction.

Your dreams are put in jeopardy

Without a remedy to that tension.

Times and ages apart,

You still can't figure the reality

How naive have you been all along

To not know of that entity?

And now that you are caught,

Amidst the hue and haze of time,

Let your faith be the only answer

To this trap called wicked paradise.

The waters had stilled, as if showcasing its tremendous depth in its own mysterious fashion. The air had become freezing cold, as if it too had found itself ensnared in a precarious shock, the one that had managed to objectify the atmosphere today and turn it into a grave arena of uncertainty.

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He didn't know what to do, what to say, how to react, how to think straight.

All he knew was he wanted to hold her, in his warm embrace, now and forevermore, come what may.

And so he did.

Rushing towards the grand suite, he scooped her cold, fragile body in his trembling arms, not knowing what would follow the next moment, but all he did know was that his vocal chords were betraying him every second, and he was finding himself caught in this inexplicable haze, the one which had no doorway called an exit.

With a hitched breath, he caressed the soft, freezing skin of Khushi's cheeks, the pool of blood around him constantly making him squeamish, bringing the tormenting flashes of his very own heart-wrenching past that was hindering him from being able to verbalize his inner storm.

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As the night calls.

There awaits an unidentified prison.

Everything turns from boon to bane,

As you are escorted to an unknown treason.

But stay calm my dear,

This isn't the end of all.

Rise you have to,

This isn't going to be a perpetual fall.

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"Khu-Khushi!"

He stuttered as he cupped her delicate cheeks between his own shivering hands, unaware of how to fix everything that only seemed so broken right now.

As the faint voices from the Royal Hall still echoed in the deafening silence of this suite, nobody, absolutely nobody had an iota of idea of how a rampant havoc had been wrecked in the B-deck, as a life had come to an abrupt end, a soul had been ripped off from its body.