CHAINED BY ARAB MAFIA(Ongoing)

chapter 13

ASHERS POV

Death wasn't kind. i knew that. It snatched where it could, taking people who were far too young, far too good. It didn't pretend to care, it didn't pretend to distinguish.
The hooded vale of death had hung over the world for a long time, always threatening. It had never touched me quite so close. Death had always ripped a part of me, the part of me that was most loved. 

Now i stood outside the hospital ICU room staring at the blank wall for hours. my face looked sunken and haunted,mind cold and empty. soon the doctor came out his face looked sorrowful and concerned.

"At this time, I'm sorry to say, there is nothing more we can do" were was the words of Dr. Matthews. Fourteen simple words constructed of simple letters, spoke courteously through his soft English accent, that cut through. His eyes burned with an ache to sob as his stomach rock back and forth on the harsh waves of fear. Why are we taught to fear it, he asked himself. Why? Whether deaths is an eternal abyss of darkness, a fiery pit, of a clouded castle, we fear it. Whether it comes as a relief or a surprise, we fear it. i couldn't remember anyone teaching him to fear the inevitable, yet he did, but why? my entire being went numb and tears flowed freely as i fell to my i knees...in a distance i heard nur screaming for me and hugged me 

NUR POV

i couldn't hold back the sobs that My eyes drip with tears as i held asher in arms..my body shook as i tried to whisper consoling words in his ears.a part of me boiling with anger and betrayal...how could ahad do that? it would kill asher if i told him right now..but what if ahad run away or worse leave the city...

after an hour or so asher stopped crying and gathered himself..he straighten his clothes and left without a word...i tried to call for him but he ignored me..i stayed at the hospital for a night.

NEXT DAY:

We stood at the front of the funeral. Everyone's heads were down. Maybe it was them showing respect of maybe there were too afraid to look at what was coming. The coffin was pulled from the hearse by six strong men, all wearing suits. 

The coffin was dark stained cherry and it was perfectly polished. It had a cushioned and silky lining. It seemed inviting.

Asher held my shaky hand the whole time. i wiped tears onto his sleeve and rested on his shoulder. I kept it together until they passed a picture of Ehmed to everyone and that's when all the memories came flooding back like a tidal wave. His face seemed so alive and happy and I couldn't help but wonder what he looked like under that closed wooden box. I stared blankly at it hoping that a miracle would happen and he would rise again and come back to the world, come back to us. But nothing happened. he was gone.

It's crazy how things can turn upside down for you. You see the person every day and suddenly, they're gone and when they go, a part of you goes with them too. Who knew where he was going to end up if there even was a heaven. I liked to believe that the place is inviting and calm and there's nothing but good in it.

after the burial..i called asher and told him to meet me in his room..i sat on the bed not sure how to tell him what really happened..after several minutes he entered the room his face still and emotionless he stood in front of me none of us breaking the silence until i stood up.

"there is something important i need to tell you" i went on first.

he looked up at me not saying anything..indicating to go on.."you may not believe me asher but i want to tell you the truth"

"truth...about what?" he said in a husky voice.

" you see..i was there whe-when grandpa got shot...and i k..know whos responsible for it"

alarmed he stared at me with concerned. "who is it?"he asked impatiently.

i took a deep breath.."that night...the person who shot grandpa wa..was Ahad" i closed my eyes not wanting to see his reaction.

"its not a fucking joke nur...your accusing Ahad.."

"i swear im not lying you have to believe me..hes the one who shot him"

"STOP!' asher boomed i flinched.

"okay so tell me where the hell is ahad right now..huh!...i would never accuse someone for this bu--but asher please listen to me..get him before he hides!" i said asher stared at me like some mad woman.

"th--the person who shot grandpa was his rival...okay? stop blaming ahad i know his acts are not decent sometimes but thats it..why the hell would he shot his blood relation"

"where the hell is he then?"

"downstairs praying"

i stared at asher with utter confusion.."what!" i then bolted out the room to the drawing room..my body shook as i saw Ehmed murderer...sitting on the sofa with his head buried in his hands.

rage and fury took hold of me as i stomped towards him.."yo..you murderer! you killed him you bitch!" i took hold of his collars..several gasped were accompanied as asher preyed me off ahad as i started to struggle against him" no you killed him!leave me" i screamed. ahad stared at me with widen eyes. asher held me in his arms and took me to the room. by that time i was crying hysterically.

"you dont understand ash...hes guilty!" i whispered.."i dont know whats up with you nur..you need to calm down!" he said.."bu--but why dont you believe me!" u said my voice barely audible."it..its just nur..i cant" i stared up at him..my heart sank at his words. he came closer to me and held my face in his hand..his black iris staring deep in my hazel ones..

ASHERS POV

I gently leaned in and kissed nurs warms lips.we pull apart and take shaky, shallow breaths. i leaned in a little closer, our foreheads touching. Dear god, i couldn't fight against the thoughts that were going through me. Her very smell was flooding my senses now...after a while we pulled apart again and i held nur in arms...

"why dont you believe me?" she mumbled against my lips.

" im sorry nur..i cant...im helpless"

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