Shoving his hands in his pockets Aditya walked slowly towards a still unconscious Zoya, a week had passed since the incident and there was still no sign of her waking up anytime soon, reaching out a hand to touch her he paused. A part of him felt scared to, she seemed so fragile, bruises marked her body and every few minutes she'd tremble, her face was the worst; eyes dark and swollen, bottom lip cut and blade like slices on her forehead and cheeks. "Zoya" he coughed to mask the emotion "Wake up, please" sitting on the side of the bed he sighed "I need you to wake up, I can't lose you again"
Esmerelda knocked on the door and opened it "Brought you coffee" shutting it behind her she eyed her warily "Still no change"?
"Nope" sipping it he looked back at his wife "But she will be awake soon" he assured her "Isn't her time yet, will you stay with her while I make a call"? Grabbing the phone on the bedside table he held to his ear and stepped outside then turned the corner "Megan"
Lifting her head she smiled "Aditya, how are you, how's Zoya"?
"She's no different" he crossed his arms "I called you here to ask if you had any news about Dr Rowlan"?
"Well I followed all the avenues you asked me to, tracked his phone, tracked the truck but haven't found anything substantial" rubbing her arms she looked around "Never thought i'd see this place, how come you came back"?
"Zoya needed help, this was the closest place" he shrugged "Okay well keep me updated" stumbling into the wall he grimaced "Just tired, don't worry"
"I'll worry either way, look after yourself Aditya, if not for yourself then do it for me I mean Zoya, sorry" dark red tinged her cheeks, she cleared her throat and looked away when he raised a brow "I'll get onto it as soon as I get back"
Ezzie tapped her foot "Well this is boring, you're no fun when you're unconscious" leaning down so her face was infront of Zoya's she sniffed "Why do you smell of water"? Grabbing her hair she lifted it to her nose "Oi, are you faking being unconscious"? Not getting a response she stood up straight "Let's test the theory hm" pouring a glass of water she poured it onto her "Alright, maybe I was wrong, boring, don't really know what he sees in you but atleast you seem to keep him happy" twirling around she pushed open the window "It's like an oven in here and it isn't just because i'm here" giggling at her own joke she looked up as her son walked in
"Why is she wet"?
"Uh, I thought she may have been thirsty, drink your coffee before it's cold" opening the door she turned her head over her shoulder "Red head looks feisty, you trading her in for this one because I could-"
"Megan is just helping me out, Zoya is final game mum" it had been years since he had even called her that, the sudden cold ambience that settled around them only added to the effect of what he had said
"Final game" she repeated "Got it, won't say no more" she knew not to push him at a time like this, grabbing him as he fell she pushed him into the chair "You need sleep lovebug, I had no other choice"
"You drugged me" Aditya fought against it, outrage covered his face seconds before he relaxed and his eyes closed
[~~~]
Martin coughed loudly "Hello, who's there"? He flinched at the sound of footsteps, he blinked fast in order to adjust his eyes to the darkness "Hello"
"People are dispensable, you can always find more and they're all made only to be used" a masculine voice spoke, three gun shots followed the sentence and then in succession three bodies hit the ground. Lifting a hand to the switch the person stepped forward "Remember me"?
"Zoya"? Too dazed from the assault before hand and the bodies on the floor he didn't take in the sudden change from a deep voice to a more light feminine one
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A Shadow Of A Man
Mistero / ThrillerFor five years a man has spent his life in isolation, food is slipped beneath the door and all he sees as they walk away is the dancing shadows of their feet. He is forgotten, left aside and never spoken of. That's just how he prefers it, he has no...
