It's been said '' time heals all wounds, but it's not true. The wounds remain. In time, the mind protecting its sanity, cover them with scar tissues and the pain lessens. But it's never gone.
Though every wound have its own story but you don't need words to tell stories. The scar and pain will narrate. The gloomy skin will add details to it.
And the empty soulless eyes will reflect the genuineness. Time will make the wound look darker and deeper but at the same time it will make you learn of how to live with it. it needs courage. It takes a lot of slow steps to be able to break free of your broken self. Tip toeing on the shell with the fear that it may break down.
Even the moon passes through phases to return to full. But both of them were in the same place.
He was adamant and she was stubborn.
It cost him a lot. His ego was the wall that he had to break but to say that he was glad with the turn of events was a complete lie. He faced a riot and she continued to mutiny him but her rebellion act took him off guard. Life was changed for them and she changed him unknowingly.
He was changed to be hard or to be good, hot like lava and cold like ice. Everybody could notice it but none asked him anything.
At the same time he was happy for someone else. Though he would not deny that he was shocked at first, but then he was glad as he never saw this coming from someone so underground. He was in fact happy for her as at least someone was happy among them. And he did his part to give her the happiness that she was seeking though it cost him the anger of his royal family but not again as he didn't wanted to listen to the rules and then regret again as he did before.
He was at peace seeing her at peace after ages and he would never harm her peace nest for any cost. He was shocked on her bravery, she managed to escape the claws of Royal family and he was glad that she did it even though he knew the consequences but he wrapped it under sheets as nobody got the news of it. he made it look like he left her though the reality was that Zaida asked him for her freedom and he granted it after thinking a lot all the pros and cons. Weighing them but either side, it was good for her and her child. And he would be damned to not think of that innocent girl of few days old.
He remembered that very night when he was informed about Zaida delivering a girl late at night. But when she was born, Rayan was not around as he was on a tour of KSA back then. The first thing he did after landing back after a week of her being born in the royal family, he straight went to the main mansion and met her. His mother looked at him when he entered Zaida's room. Zaida was shocked too see him there as he never met her in her room. she frowned but the line on her forehead cleared when she saw him stalking toward the cod. His mother handed him the little angle and that instant look melted his heart but when she opened her eyes and looked at him, dark brown eyes stared back at him. same like her father. Hama.
He smiled and felt pain of losing his brother. How much he wanted to see his unborn child, and how much he wanted to have a daughter.
'' I am so happy Rayan. I just can't explain in words.'' Hama said with a tone filled of love and affection. Rayan looked at his brother and smiled. He could clearly see how much he was happy and he was happy for his brother. It was clear that Hama was happy with his wife and the love could be seen by any one which they had for each other.
'' I really want to have a daughter'' the smile on his face faded and it didn't go un-notice by Rayan. He frowned looking at the strained face of his brother. His happiness was gone.
Rayan put his hand on his shoulder and Hama turned to him. taking a shaky breath, he put the cigar in ash tray.
'' what is it?'' Rayan's rough voice, made him to look at his brother. They were more than brother. They were friends and Adil was the bestest friend they could ever ask for. He was more than a brother for them.
'' its just the royal family which is scaring me.'' he sighed and looked at the confuse look of Adil but Rayan took a sip of his drink clearly knowing what was the cause of Hama's concern and he knew it all well but there was nothing he could do though he knew that he was right. But being born in a royal family, they had to follow certain rules and regulations.
'' being born in a royal family has its cons and pros and I don't want my child to face that. Either I have a boy or a girl, I want a normal childhood for them though it know that it can only be a dream as father will never agree with that.''
'' الريان
ماذا تفكر يا بني''
( Rayan
What are you thinking son?)
The voice of his mother broke his chain of thoughts as he looked at her then at Zaida who was looking at him already. A sudden urge hit him hard as his emotions filled with an intense feeling. It shook his every nerve making his throat tightened and his heart clenched. A sudden possessive feeling washed through him engulfing him to have a piece of him, a flesh on him, to have his own blood. To have his own child. A love child just like that precious angel in his arms who was a symbol of the love of her parents. Hama and Zaida. And then that night was a very strange night when she raised her voice for her freedom. The Royal family was on chaos and they were annihilated though Rayan thought other way. he was proud of her and now it was time to protect her as he always did. He stood against his family to protect her and her decision. Rayan knew it was hard for her to stand for herself as he knew she was not timid, she was not brazen as Nahal.
But she took him by surprise for standing for herself and her daughter. His chest swelled feeling proud of her.
Standing in front of him in his study she mustered her courage to raise her voice but Rayan could sense the change in her. She was brave for the first time maybe it was because she was a mother.
'' what made you think of this decision?'' Rayan asked in his usual calm and authoritative voice. Zaida sighed and took the reign of her courage tight.
'' Hama and I always wanted a normal life for our kids. But we also knew that it would never be possible. After giving birth to my daughter, I realized that I don't want her to be next Zaida tossing around and being lost in her own pretending self. I want her to live her life free. No rules and no regulations. I don't want her to be tied with someone much early in her life either in a political marriage like mine, or in any circumstances that will follow her.'' she paused and looked at Rayan who was in deep thoughts hearing her words. Deep down he knew that she was right but he had also a relationship with that sweet pure soul and he would never let anything happen to her. But royal family can be unpredictable and as a mother, she had the right thoughts and fear for her.
'' I want her to live her life free from this cage. As a member of a royal family, she will have a lot of privileges that other's can't have, but she would have the simple happiness of freedom. And I want her to feel that which is a basic need but a soul to a life. help me with this Rayan. Sign these papers and let's just free ourselves from unwanted knot. I need your help for the last time. For her sake please.'' The desperation was clear in her voice and he could sense it. Taking a deep heave, he stood on his feet taking the papers in his hands. Looking at her who was looking at him with hope, he smiled a little and signed it.
She sighed of relief and smiled too. Feeling free from an unwanted knot, she was glad for him and for her own self.
'' but remember one thing Zaida, I have a relationship with her and with you. If not as your husband but as your brother in law and her uncle. I will be with her in all the steps of her life. You will get the alimony for yourself and a secure future for her will be on Me.'' he stated seriously looking straight at her. Zaida opened her mouth oppose him but the look on his face stopped her. She sighed and nodded her head.
A part of his was happy for her, knowing her settle in Australia with a good life. But a part of him was feeling sad to not see the Aafiya again.
Zaida named her Aafiya, the name Hama always wanted to his daughter.
In such a shot span of time, she managed to make a place in his heart. She reminded him of his brother who he loved dearly.
He wanted to have his own kids too. But as intense the feeling came, it washed away with a pain leaving behind him as he knew that it was never going to happen.
He forced himself on her and his act out of anger, caused her physical and emotional pain. Rayan had no plan to do so again but a light sparkled in the pit of the darkness of having her. Never letting her go. he knew that he messed things up and now the only way would be repent to her and listen what she wants. Though he knew what she wants and that tugged his heart knowing all too well that she was not ready to live with him and never will be. but could he leave her?
'' No'' he mentally seethed.
'' I am going to have my life for the first time as I want it to be. but Rayan you are messing your life. I know you love her. I can see that in your eyes and she will see it too. but you need to understand her. you have hurt her badly Rayan. I thought you are different from others. But you proved me wrong. Though it is still not late. Talk to her. repent to her and listen what she wants.'' Zaida's last words will still fresh in his ears. His words made him to contemplate more and drawn him in his guilt.
He was never ready to leave her. His plan of letting her go was futile as he can't let her go. He would go to any extent to keep her even if he had to kill her.
The possessive part of him was alive again by looking at them emptiness of his life.
Its been a month now of not seeing her and only he knew how he controlled himself to not see her. he indulge himself in his tours and works to distract his mind from her, but he was wrong as she was imprinted not only in his heart but in his mind too.
Taking strong strides toward his room, his heart was palpating and sweat was formed on his palms. He wanted to see her. It been a month since he hadn't seen her and only he knew how he controlled himself to not go to her or to see her once. It took a good amount of well power to not look at her for a whole one month. He had her reports about her well being but he refuse to see her not even through surveillance cameras. As he was feeling guilty on his previous acts. And he knew that if he look at her, his resolve will break and he would be able to turn away from her. But now his whole body wanted to see her. And talk to her.
He couldn't live his life like this. She had to accept the fact that she was married to him now and act like a wife. He knew that he was at fault and he was ready to repent but he needed her to realize the corporeality of her situation.
If she was carrying strong feelings about something happened in the past, she was hindering her ability to live in her present. And he was not the type of a man to live in past. What he did was gone, he can't undo it but he was ready to write a better future for them.
It was tiring for him and he knew it was tiring for her too but her stubbornness was aggravating him.
She was his soul mate. Someone whom he had an immediate connection with the moment he saw her. A connection so strong that he was drawn to her in a way he had never experienced before. As that connection developed over time, he experienced a love so deep, so pure, so strong, complicated and complex that he began to doubt that have he ever truly loved someone prior. He felt that strong feeling for the first time in his life, though he messed things up.
Call it a first sight love. But, he totally messed it up.
He knew the opposite of that feeling was apathy, not hate but Nahal hated him.
Opening the door of his room, his eyes searched the peace of his heart. He felt anxious and nervous for some reasons and it was a first feeling for him as he never felt like this before.
A month passed and she was only breathing. A major part of her was dead. There was no hope left and no light. Her life was changed now.
She was tired.
She was shattered.
She was vexed.
She was a mess.
But she bitter chuckled as a part of her still was refusing defeat. She may have encountered many defeats in her life, but she was not defeated. In fact, it was necessary to face the defeats, as now she knew who she was. What she could rise from, how she turned to ashes and how she rose from it.
Nahal was born from a strong mother and after knowing her reality, the respect for her mother that she had, was tripled or more now as she could relate to her pain. The difference was that Nahal was not clamber like her mother but she was not less than being scrambled by her own husband.
In this one month, she was healing. Her wounds were healing but her mind was not. She was having nightmares of the beast coming toward her to get her. Waking her up with a jerk. She was treated with utmost care and respect, but she was blind to all as no glitter could excite or entice her. And the world that she was living now was a glittering and glistening world which she did not belong to.
A part of her knew the corporeality of her situation as she was married now, that too to someone more powerful and famous. They world was talking about him and girls were swooning on him but he was her husband cam tormentor.
Every fiber of her body was refusing to be with him.
Nevertheless she was stuck with him. she had no other way other than living with him though she hated to even think like that but it was not alone him, she was stuck in another country and was married to a prince, though she had doubt that does anybody outside of the palace knows about her or not?
But that doesn't change anything.
The raindrops tapped the window, like her memories tapped the back of her mind. Made her memories fresh of her childhood beside her only cocoon, her mother. How they would dance in the rain, how she would made her special hot chocolate with marshmallows on top for her, how she would serve her with her special peanut butter cookies.
That was home.
She took the railing in her hands and turned her eyes around. The wavering woods and wild waters do hymn and autumn sound. The summer sun was going down. The sky was speaking in thousand colors. The summer flowers depart-sit-still all are transformed in to stone, except her musing yet cold heart. But her heart was made of liquid sunset. Refusing anything to get in her mind or heart.
Nature!
In nature nothing is perfect and yet everything is perfect. Trees can be contorted, bent in weird ways, yet they are still beautiful. Her soul steered in the silence of the nature. She felt her lungs inflated with the onrush of scenery, air, mountains and trees. But nothing was there that could heal her pain. She was living a life of every girl's dream. She was married to a handsome prince, living in a palace in a wealthy royal family, she could have anything in a snap of her finger but that was not what she wanted. Her morals were high. Much higher than the walls of the palace or the weight of the money and standard of royal family.
She was so engross that couldn't feel the burning gaze of Lucifer standing few feet away from her making his way to her with slow and steady steps.
Rayan looked at the open door of the balcony and the flowing white curtains. His eyes clearly saw a figure and he had no time to guess who it might be as he could smell her scent. He could draw her figure behind the curtains clearly. Taking off his keffiyeh he walked further, he saw his queen in white looking enchanting and alluring to his sinful eyes. Looking pure like an angel but seductive like temptress, seductress or enchantress. Her satin night dress was covering her properly but still he could see her figure. Slim but right curves in right places. Her hairs flow, against the wind. His heart chattered against the flow, her breath in rhythm against the rigid air, indicating of her stubbornness which refused to bow. Rayan strode toward her with a strong emotions in his eyes and he could decipher it clearly yet he couldn't. Removing the curtain which touched his face, he stood behind her. Her flowing hairs brushed against his face. Closing his eyes, he stood there fixated under her spell. Nahal went stiff sensing someone behind her, and the minty strong smell hit her nostrils, her senses alarmed her of the man behind her. Slowly turning to him, she froze seeing the closeness between them. Her heart dropped to the pit of her stomach looking at the heated clouded grey eyes or Rayan. She saw the same glint and haze, the grey was melted boring a desire for her and she was familiar to that look which terrified her more but there was something else too. Her thumping heart began to race. Their eyes met, and in a an instant, with an inexplicable, only half conscious rush of emotions, they were in a place where one was melting for her and other melting from his strong gaze. Looking in his dilated grey eyes, she saw him a dangerous sin, wrapped in angelic eyes. It made her heart pound with fear and mind cloud with bewilderment. Her eyes shouted the fear which he executed on her. It pained his heart looking at the sweat forming on her forehead. He knew she feared him and after that night, it was first time that they met after a whole month but her fear was not subsided. She clutched the railing with her hands and plastered more to it in an attempt to create some distance from him. Rayan raised his hand but she flinched and turned her face from him, that look knifed his heart. He gently turned her face, and that was his undoing as tears streamed off her face, and lips quivering in fear. He wiped her tears with his thumb and leaned to her, a sob released her mouth as she clutched his dress from front in an attempt to push him. Rayan kissed her forehead gently and lingered for more. Nahal went stiff but she closed her eyes shut and bit her lips to hide her sobs. His lips traveled to her wet eyes, kissing them each and making his way to her nose followed by her wet cheeks. Going toward her jaw, he leaned to her neck. Nahal's fists tightened around his dress as she felt strange. Her fear was there she could feel it. her disgust was there she could perceive it. but her body, felt relax a bit in his gentle touch though she had no idea what she was feeling. All her senses jumbled up.
Hate,
Disgust,
Fear,
Anger,
All jumbled up to make a feeling which she couldn't put her finger to it.
What is this?
He buried his face in the crook of her neck, pestering hot and small kisses all the way till her ears. Taking her ear lops in his mouth, she shuddered and gasped giving him a sparkle in the pit of his stomach. Suddenly she felt the need to breathe from her mouth. Rayan looked at her, whose eyes were closed and mouth agape. Her lips were like the soft beauty of a delicately designed silken scarf. The curves of her lips, could rewrite history. Nahal opened her eyes and looked at him. The heat coming from his eyes was paralyzing her. Her heart was drumming though her body was still. Rayan leaned to her lips, and captured her lips in his rough ones. He felt her lips trembled on his lips like a drop of dew on a flower. Her lips on his could tell him better than all her stumbling words. Molding her lips gently, he was taking his time and he had no intention to scare or hurt her again. He wanted to tell her of his feelings in his touch, hoping she could feel him. He wanted to kiss her wounded heart too. Taking his time, he was moving his lips to hers and snacked his hand on her waist and pulled her to himself while with other hand, he clutched the railing tight. Nahal was slipping in daze and confusion as her body was reacting but not her mind.
Stop!
The command of her mind was not reaching to her ears properly as she was feeling his hard body plastered to her.
'' I love you Nahal. I fucking love you so much.'' he whispered on her lips huskily making her snapped her eyes to him. She was shocked.
Frozen on her place.
Her body refused to react as it all her senses went shutting down since it was too much for her to bear. It went its own way quietly inside. Waiting for a better time. leaving her numb and half alive.
Blank, she went blank and her heart stopped.
Rayan opened his eyes and looked at her. Reading her expression, he smiled at her shocked face. Her world tilted as she saw his smile for the first time. Eyes wide, heart drumming, she had no idea that she was holding her breath.
'' breath my queen'' he gravely whispered in her ears before kissing her tear chastely. She gasped for air and her hold tightened around his dress looking at him in complete shock. Rayan leaned again and captured her lips in a searing yet gentle kiss. But she was shocked.
Moving his lips to hers, he turned her from railing and pushing her gently to the wall. Desire was building up in him, but it felt different that time as he knew it was not lust for her, but it was love. He wanted to praise her, he wanted to feel her, he wanted to have her but he needed to repent to her and listen what she wants. Putting his desire aside, he felt her hands pushing him. Taking that cue he left her. Her eyes were drenched and she looked up at him, time stopped for him in that second when he saw the hurt and pain in her eyes. It broke his heart knowing all too well what it caused her.
They sky broke in its own misery as rain picked pace. The loud crackle of the thunder was heard along with the heavy pour of the rain, making her shiver and gasp.
He felt her pain and raised his hands to reach to her but Nahal pushed him with all her might. Panting and sweating, she was digging holes for him. Rayan sighed and closed his eyes.
'' I hate you!''
It was more like a whisper but he heard it and his heart cracked on her confession.
'' I hate you Rayan!!'' she bawled on his face making him shocked. Why was he shocked? Didn't he expected same reaction from her?
Yes he did but his heart wanted something else from her that looked like a dream though reality was in front of him.
'' I hate you so much. I can never love a pathetic person like you.'' she pushed him and shouted making her way to the room. Rayan clenched his jaw and walked after her. Harshly turning her around and looked at her eyes.
'' I fucking love you dammit. Listen to me for once.'' His voice was desperate and she felt upper hand on him. Nahal struggled to push him away.
'' No!
You are not capable of love. You can never love someone.'' Howled in pure anger. Her hate was killing him and he felt defeated on her words. But his anger submerged again. Pulling her harshly to his chest, Nahal was panting with her flowing emotions but he could clearly see his anger though her fear was gone in the thin air.
'' why not?'' he muttered under his clenched teeth. Daring her to reply to him. but she was a brazen. Her morals were high and so her anger. His confession did nothing but to add foul on her already burning life and that ignited a heat to burn him alive.
'' you are a sick person. A lunatic and self obsessed. How can you love someone when you don't even know the meaning of it?
You are not in love with me Rayan, you are obsessed with me and like anything you ever wanted, and you had it, you want me too. But you are forgetting that I am not a thing, but a human. You cannot force your shit on me this time. I hate you with all my life.'' she seethed with pure anger. Making him gnashing his teeth. Rayan's jaw was clenched that his mandibles were ticking making his jaw hard. He pushed her but not harsh to hurt her. He couldn't help but to blame himself for her reaction. Just when things finally began to look good for him and his conscience was urging him to repent, and for once in his bleak and dark life, he felt a shred of happiness, it was all taken from him. And he had no one to blame but himself. He never thought that a day would come when he would face the consequences of his own actions and take responsibility for it. But then again, he never thought that he would have any regret or remorse for his actions. But he did.
He regretted what he did and he was even remorseful. Something he thought he would never be able to but for her he was.
'' I made a mess, I know I hurt you and people dear to you. I know I ruined your happy life. I know all this but believe me. I am sorry. Just listen to me once, give me a chance. Give us a chance. I did you wrong didn't it?
I cause you pain. you have every right to hate me. '' he sounded helpless and sincere. A part of her was glad for what she was hearing but a major part was hurt still clouded with hate for him.
'' No! You can't be remorseful. No you can never be. You ruined my life and you expect me to live with you?
To accept your selfish feelings?
You are selfish Rayan. You are self obsessed. You can never love someone.'' She was crying while turning her face from him. Putting her head on the wall, she clutched her chest as of breathing was a difficult thing for her. Her words was hurting Rayan but he was angry on himself more than her. He should have known this. Yet he stood still and acted cruel on her.
''I can't live with you Rayan no no I can't'' in his reverie he failed to see her taking the fruit knife in her hands pointing toward her stomach. His eyes bulged from its sockets as he strode toward her but she moved back with the knife.
'' Nahal put the fucking knife aside'' he was trying to be calm and handle her but she was far from being calm.
'' don't you dare come near me. I will fucking kill myself if I can't kill you. You have whole world to think of you but I have no one except my mother. And I will make it easy for her and for Me.'' she pressed the knife more making Rayan more scared than he already was.
'' no Nahal. Listen baby put the knife down'' he paused looking at anger filled face of her. He could see how desperate she was to kill herself to finish her misery but he also knew that it was not Nahal.
Not his Nahal.
'' kill me. I would rather die in your hands happily for all the sins I did to you I deserve this not you. '' his eyes was revealing an emotions which was foreign to her. It was akin of affection, love, desperateness, and hurt. Her hands shivered on the knife but she had no plan to be weak in front of him.
'' come on hurt me. Avenge yourself. Avenge your thirst but don't hurt yourself baby. I love you. I hurt you and each time I lost a part of myself. Though I didn't knew that till now. But I am ready to be more hurt. But not by looking at you to hurt yourself. Listen to me please'' he was desperate that she could see and feel. He was asking her to avenge him and she wanted to but she was not the one to take things as a favor, though she wanted to hurt him and she was going to do it any way either by killing herself, defeating him or killing him.
''Come on do it, hurt him.''
Her mind was encouraging her but her hands were shaking badly. Tears were streaming off her face and sobs were leaving from her lips. She was badly shaking and that sight only was killing Rayan.
''Remember everything he inflected on you. He ruined your life. He hurt you physically and mentally. Remember all the threats, all the darkness which you faced cause of him. Just do it.''
'' forgive others, not because they deserve forgiveness, but because you deserve peace.'' Her eyes expanded remembering what her mother said to a 10 years old Nahal. She shook her head to get rid of the thoughts and summoned her hatred for him. But she knew that she can never do that. She can never hurt anyone or she can never be a weakling. No amount of hatred can make her to kill someone or to kill herself no matter how evil can life be.
'' no I am not going to listen to you. I don't want to live with you pl........... please just leave m...me'' she broke in wails as she fall on the knees and withdraw the knife like she had held something disgusting.
Seeing her resolve breaking, Rayan held her and pulled her in his arms. She didn't protest but she wailed and put out all her pain in front of him. Her cries were hurting him badly. He rubbed her back to sooth her and pulled her more to himself. Pulling from her, Nahal wanted to push him but he wiped her tears and softly kissed her cries. Tasting her salty tears as they were flowing like droplets.
She really was a brazen yet again she proved it to him. Taking him by surprise. He never saw this coming and yet she managed to surprise him again. Rayan saw the pain and anger bubbling in her eyes but her conscience was alive as she didn't hurt herself. She proved him yet again that she was not a weakling but a tigress and that swelled his heart with pride and so much love for her. She was shaking in his arms and Rayan can feel it. He pressed her more to his chest to give her the warmth. Chanting sorry to her every now and then. His eyes were moist too seeing her vulnerability and the thought that she was ready to kill herself, killed him more and drawn him in his guilt. Nahal pushed him weakly with his weak hands, but Rayan was pressing her more to him. He felt her body going limp. He held her tightly in his arms. Nahal raised her face and looked at him. Her eyes were swollen and her lips quivering. The beautiful face was lifeless and dull marked with her stains. Her cheeks were hollow and her jaw prominent. She had lost plenty of weight. Rayan felt a pang of hurt that tugged his heart seeing the love of his life in a miserable situation that he himself was cause of it. He stroked her cheeks and leaned to her face, Nahal was paralyzed in the depth of his eyes. Her body was shutting her senses and for some odd reasons, she was feeling warm under him. She turned her face from him, but some kind of spell made her to face him again. He stroked her cheeks where he had slapped her multiple times. He leaned to her face and kissed her cheeks tenderly.
'' I am sorry to hurt you mentally and physically.'' His lips landed on her cheeks again. Nahal could feel his heated gaze on her and she looked up at him in the eye but that was her undoing. His eyes were intense as they met hers. There were so many emotions for her to read.
'' I am sorry for every pain that I caused you.'' his lips landed on her each eyes kissing her tears away.
'' I have had a rough life, I never experienced love before and I don't know how to handle this feeling but I love you Nahal. '' he paused and kissed her forehead.'' I am not perfect, I make mistakes, and I hurt people. But I need you for preventing me to go astray. I was hiding what I was feeling as I had no idea what was it, but I am tired of holding this inside my head. I have this deep hole inside of my heart where your love should be. I need you to feel so that these wounds heal. This emptiness is killing Me.'' sincerity was there in his voice. His words were deep and filled with pain that she could feel it. He held her hands and kissed her hands.
'' I should have hold these hands and promised a better life, but I didn't. It still haunts me that I nearly lost you. Anything could have happened to you. But when I got you, instead of protecting you in my love, I protect you in my wrath. I killed them all who harmed you but should I kill myself too for harming you?'' his words elicited a fire in her as she remembered Suraya. He killed her.
He killed her friend and abducted her?
Rayan read her anger and he shook his head. Nahal's nostrils were flaring. Her heart picked pace hearing him telling him. she wanted to ask him, but he beat her up before she could ask him something.
'' I didn't kill her. She was not your friend Nahal. She was from human trafficking team and she used to abduct girls in china. Though why it take her long to take you to china as you was her childhood friend, it's still a question. But when she got the chance, you took it and he literally sold you to that team but before anything could happen to you, my team who had their eyes on you all the time informed me. And I saved you from there, warning them all using my power. Killing some of them and torturing most of them. I freed the girls in that hotel and sold her instead to her own team. I made it look like nothing happened and still kept you there to mentally torture you. But then I wanted you back here as of my plan but she heard about all this and she wanted to hurt you so that you couldn't escape while she is trapped in her own net. Nothing happened like that and when you ran away, my men shot you to get you here. It was a calculative shot to not damage anything in your leg. Later I was informed that Suraya escaped from there. But she was shot by her own team. '' he stated the fact looking at her shocked face. Rayan sighed and ranked his hand in his hairs brushing it.
Bloodshed!
Her blood was boiling when there was no fault of her.
Hatered!
Feeling a deep sense of anger for the person in front of her who hurt her so much that pushed her to the phase of hating him.
She had no fault yet she faced all that nobody could even imagine about all because of the people around her.
Suraya was her friend ever since she remember. And she betrayed her?
She stabbed her?
The wheel of her mind began to work as she recalled all the moments back. Suraya forcing her to go with her to meet her family, but ever since Nahal knew her, she always heard about her family but she didn't see him. Only she saw their pictures. Suraya told her they are staying in china and she was on a scholarship to Canada. She was later a resident of Canada as her aunt sponsored her to live in Canada.
It was all a lie?
A trap?
She remembered that every year she would tell her lets go to china and meet my family. Luring her about the beauty of the country but it never happened and when it happened it was a trap?
It was always a trap for. She was betrayed by her best friend.
Later Rayan's obsession led her to more misery.
Obsession for having her anyway and anyhow?
Her breath hitched in her throat as she realized all she faced was wrath and betrayal and yet he who was claiming that had saved her, he tortured her mentally and physically. She felt the need to hurt someone. The saddest thing about betrayal is that it never comes from your enemies. She felt betrayed by her friend and damaged from someone's obsession. Someone who saved her from that disgust, he could hold her and win her but he damaged her.
Her hand raised and left its imprint on his rough cheek. While he clenched his teeth but he could calculate her response.
'' I hate you Rayan Al Malik. Trust me I really do.'' She spat in pure venomous voice while Rayan saw the conviction in her eyes. She completely unheard and unseen his feeling for her as her anger was much bigger than his feeling for her.
It hurt him beyond anything but he knew it was all him. He did it and he shouldn't complain about it.
'' you used me like a collateral, or like a pawn or like nothing?
You ruined my life just because I had the guts to reject you?
You ruined my life because I raised my voice in front of you?'' she paused while heaving and clutched her hairs in frustration. Her eyes landed on the knife but Rayan was fast. He took it in a swift move pushing her aside gently.
'' you damaged me Rayan and my small life with my mother. you didn't even spare my mother as she suffered with me. and yet here you are claiming your love and your regret for me?
Did you leave a piece of me so that I can think about your feelings and your regret?
Did you?
There is not different between you and Suraya. She betrayed me and sold me but you made me stand in front of all those eyes and then you bought me here.'' she yelled and pushed him. She broke in tears and started punching him in his chest. Feeling tired she put her head on her chest.
'' just let me go. How can I believe you?
Please leave me. let me go I beg you p.......... please.'' Her sobs were squeezing his heart feeling her pain.
''my heart is hurting. You took over my life. Don't rip my heart in the merciless pieces that I wouldn't be able to collect it.'' she punched him again while still her face on his chest but he didn't move to hug or hold her. He knew she didn't want him and looking at her broken state, he made his mind.
Holding her by her shoulders, he made her look at him. Her blood shot eyes, torn his heart. Wiping her tears. He cupped her face gently.
'' if only we had a different life, where I could hold on tight to you. If only we had a different life, where you would love me back and not hate me. If only I could reverse the time back, I would treat you like my queen. I would give you what you ever expected.'' He paused and plastered his forehead to hers while she closed her eyes again shedding more tears.
''Nahal, trust me when I say I love. And trust me when I say I am sorry. But I won't say to stay with me or love me back. I will say do as you want. If you want to give me a chance, I will not let a stone unwrapped for you. I cannot take the pain which I gave you, but I will heal them with my love. But if you want to go,'' he paused and left her face. Looking at her in her hazel eyes. He could read her hesitation to hear him more. Her breaths were ragged.
He swallowed through his suddenly dry throat and turned her face from her. Not finding the courage to look at her eyes any longer. He knew there was a yearn in them to be away from her. And that was hurting him but he had to take his decision. She told him what she wanted and he could read that in her eyes too. Turning to other side showing her, her back. The pain in her face and her eyes was hurting him. And he didn't want her to see the pain in her face and the moist in his eyes.
'' I leave you''
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