The Divine Beauty-Apsara {Zayn Malik} AU (Under Editing) #MissionDesi

36. Freedom

Previously on The Divine Beauty- Apsara....

Parineeti looked at her mother, who had fainted, unable to see what was happening. Parineeti covered her ears and closed her eyes, crouching on the the ground as soon as she heard the familiar sound of metal in contact with warm blood and flesh...

 When she opened her eyes, releasing her hands from her ears, the thing she first saw was her father's body lying in pieces, in such a way that she could hardly recognize each body part...her eyes met with the people who murdered her father, leaving the room, with their swords covered in blood, her father's blood.

The smell of the warm, red liquid, filled the room.. Parineeti screamed and mourned, rushing over to her father's chunked- up body, wailing, seeing the pool of blood that surrounded the body that was once her father....

........

Zayn rolled up the sleeves of his suit, looking at the night sky through his window. He rubbed his hand on his arm... his skin felt dry and parched, lacking moisture in them. He saw how his skin was stretched due to the dryness...

He removed his turban placing it on the side table, next to his bed. He closed the open glass window, shutting off the cold gusts of wind that blew in the room. He turned towards his bed to go to sleep. But something told him to turn around......

And when he looked through the glass window, he saw a rope hanging, in such a way one would hang it, to try breaking into the room. 

Zayn was beyond alarmed, he knew he was safe, and was courageous enough to fight any person that would come to attack him. But he chose to open the window to see who was trying to get into his room.

Zayn looked above, trying to get a view, who was putting down the rope from the terrace of the huge palace. He wondered why he didn't see anyone for a moment... but all his worries were over. He gasped as he saw Anamika, fearlessly climbing down the rope.

Once she got down enough, that was till the window of his room, Anamika's eyes met Zayn's shocked hazel ones, who didn't know what to do. He stood there still like a statue, havng a debate in his mind whether to let her in or report about her wild behaviour to her father, The King.

"Don't stand there looking at me like that! Let me in!" She yelled, Zayn shook his head slightly, to wake himself up from the trance that he was in.

He reached out his hand, and she tightly pressed her tender hand, for support. He pulled harder, gritting his teeth, exerting more force... ultimately, she was pulled into the room, landing on top of Zayn's body, that had fallen down with all the pressure he'd let out to get her inside.

Anamika couldn't move. Her eyes were set on his, that gleamed, with joy on seeing her. She smiled, enjoying the  proximity that they were in. The only sounds in the room, were their hardly audible breaths. But Zayn didn't smile back, he was contemplating whether to stare on, or awkwardly breaking the distance, that the both actually, secretly,enjoyed.

Nonetheless, he decided to go with the latter. He moved his body, chuckling slightly, in embarrassment, pretending nothing had happened. Anamika too, played along smiling as he stood up, supporting himself.

"You're not the kind of Princess that everyone portrays one to be..." Zayn smiled, looking down, nodding.

"What do you mean, Your Highness?" She asked, quite innocent, to the point that Zayn suddenly felt it was Apsara.

"Well, I haven't seen a Princess climbing down the rope in the middle of the night, just to see a King of another land with a.... chessboard?" Zayn exclaimed seeing the board in her hand.