Don't give up on me.

THIRTY FIFTH

When the sun was setting over the horizon and the cold breeze hummed in the air, Johum got ready to see Za'ir. She sat in the car with him and didn't say anything even though she wanted to. Because Zayan was still sulking and the looks he had been giving her for an hour could be used as daggers. He was angry at her and she wasn't even bothered about it now.

Because there was no reason for him to be mad at her. She realized that he got angry at her whenever he had no one to get angry at. So she was used to it now. Didn't mean she liked it.

On one hand, he was angry at Slade for attacking Johum like he did and on the other hand he was jealous. Johum rolled her eyes at the thought. He was jealous of Za'ir. Little did he know that Za'ir hated him for what he had. It's just the way life works, the grass on the other end always looks greener. Zayan thought he was alone, he had nothing whereas his own brother hated him because he had everything.

Johum wanted him to tell her about his past, she wanted to know it, know the reason for the way he was and the reason he had those words on his tattoo. The reason he had tattoo in the first place. She wanted to know it but she hadn't gotten any guts to ask him.

Just because he smiled at her or talked to her politely didn't mean he had feelings for her and being the harsh and bitter person that he was, he wouldn't want to share his past with someone he didn't consider close.

Johum often dwelled about the future. What would happen when Zayan came to realize what she had cooked with Reccuglia even though it had ended now. But what would her father think? How would he react. Johum didn't want to face Zayan's wrath but most of all, she didn't want to hurt him.

Rua had hurt him by cheating and she was going to do the same now. Johum was cheating him as well, there was no difference between the two. If only she knew the importance of the antidote, she wouldn't have made a deal with Domenico.

She fisted her hands, thinking about the passward that her father had given her. She would give that to him and then face the consequences. She would tell him everything later on in the night.She was not ready, she was scared and petrified but she had to do that.

He wouldn't take it easily, he would hate her and then most probably kill her but she had to tell him before Slade found out. What choice did she have.

"We're here." Johum jumped at the sound of his voice and looked at him. Zayan rasied his eyebrows at her and tilted his head. "What?" He lifted his shoulders.

"N-nothing." Johum swallowed and moved the bangs of her hair away from her eyes. "Let's go." Her voice trembled with fear as she said that. She feared him, his wrath and when he got angry even if it wasn't at her. Then how was she going to tell him? She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She had to.

Once out of the car, Zayan gave her a confused look but left her to her own thoughts. He would ask her later. This wasn't the place to be distracted. Although all the men here respected him and considered him a king but he didn't trust them. They were his father's men not his and he didn't want Johum to be in ten meters distance from them.

"Where are we?" She asked, looking at the werehouse in front of her and a group of men clad in black costumes guarding the gates. She moved closer to Zayan and looked at him curiously.

"This is the land I got upon marrying you." Johum furrowed her brows, "there's hospital underground. Za'ir is being treated there so the police won't ask questions." Johum nodded in realization. He had told her about it before. But still the place looked shady and dangerous.

"Don't take off your ring—"

"Why would I take off my ring Zayan?" She rolled her eyes and looked at the ruby ring that had a tracker in it. He huffed and grabbed her arm.