THE CONVICT

Prologue
Omar forgot his existence, his eyes had frozen as the brown pupils dilated, his mind had focused entirely on the shadow. A flickering hope in the darkness as the water had coaxed its way towards him …he had struggled with his gait, the insane heart could never be reined. A captive had his own freedom of imagination that no forces could bind. She had tied him down, those eyes had dragged him to the stark reality of his life. Gently stripping him of the only thing he had ever owned, his pride.
Today, as his palm withdrew from the fist, he looked at them carefully. The maze of lines had entangled his dreams , his life and even his love. He still remembered the first time he had seen her ….as he closed his eyes …..remembering her first image …it was not a place he would expect to see such a beautiful girl…infact a girl at all….he was not looking forward for anything in life ..till she had stepped in that room …the twilight in his world …her steps ..had changed everything …wish he could have re-winded.
As he stared at the only picture that they had clicked together, Tahiras smile her innocence, the sparkle in her eyes. As he saw carefully, they never were a regular couple, they both were on the opposite sides of right and wrong. He smiled looking at his wrists handcuffed together, as memories peeked through his smiles, now entangled with her, a gentle reminder that he would be forever be The Convict.