THE DON'S MUSLIM PHOTOGRAPHER

Regrets after the slap

Qutub's POV
He stared at the bruise on my face but I looked down,scared to look him in the eye.
Shawn: let's go.(I followed after him, and in the car ,I couldn't help but hug myself and glue myself to the side of the car , away from him.

That slap rocked my world.I was scared that he would beat me.We came out of the car.There stood Ray.

I noticed Ray's gaze on my bruise,in a swift motion,he attacked Shawn.I stood petrified to see ,the two brothers fighting.

I immediately became alarmed when Shawn started getting the upper hand.He was bigger and stronger than his brother.

Qutub: stop! Stop it(I tried to pull Shawn off,he pushed me down hard.)
Ouch(I groaned.He stopped and focused his gaze on me.Ray pushed him off and rushed to me.My elbows were bruised.Ray helped me up)

Ray:you are a coward,am ashamed to be your brother!(He took me away.He brought me to my bed and tend to my wounds)

His nose bled.
Qutub: your nose.
Ray:am fine.
Qutub:no you aren't (I took the cotton and started cleaning his nose.He kept staring at my bruise)

Ray: it's expected of him to hit you due to his ruthless nature, but it still suprises me.He isn't that violent with women.
Qutub: I guess,am an exception.
Ray: Don't be scared.

Qutub: I can't help it(I broke down in tears) what if he hurts me again.
Ray: I am here to protect you.I will never leave your side.
Qutub:why are you helping me?

Ray: because you are a good person,you don't deserve this.You did this for your family.You are innocent and I promise to protect you.
Qutub:thank you.

(Ray stayed with me till I slept but I couldn't help but toss and turn.)

Shawn's POV
I looked at the photographs of my kill.I gave the pictures to one of my men,to send it to the person intended .

I couldn't help but think of her.I looked at the rings on my fingers ,the same ones that cut her face.

I have nothing to feel guilty about, she decided to betray me.I got a shower and laid down.

But I couldn't sleep,all I could think about was hitting her, and throwing her to the floor.

The fear in her eyes after I hit her,often made me high, seeing it from my enemies,but with her ,I felt the opposite.

I was down.This isn't like me,I was the don,I was incapable of feeling pity but this woman was breaking the walls I created against emotions.

I came to her room and found her struggling to sleep.I could tell she had sensed me,by the way she tensed up.I sat by the bed.Her eyes were closed yet shaking.

She was trying her best not to shake.I was supposed to be happy seeing that huge bruise on her face,but all I felt was anger at myself.

I stroke her bruised face,I heard her groan.
Shawn:open your eyes.
(She opened them, and they were filled with tears.)