It had been three days now since Humeyra left Muntaha's mansion and the man felt tortured emotionally. The little girl had been in a weird mood ever since then. Sometimes she would look at him with adoration in her eyes while at others her eyes reflected the hatred she had for him.
Muntaha was yet to recover from the bullet wound. Though he was still in the castle , no one knew that. Abdullah, his second in command had been in a state of panic ever since the attempted assassination failed. He had betrayed his best friend out of jealousy and hatred.
He didnt know when he started harbouring such vicious thoughts towards that man who had taken care of him ever since they found each other. Thinking of Muntaha's face as he shoved him aside and ran towards the field his heart ached.
It has been four days now since the shooting. Ever one had witnessed how their most feared leader had taken a bullet for a girl. It was after
what should Rumeysa do after everything Muntaha did?
(The morning after Humeyra and Hamdan left Country A for Country Z)The cock crowed in a distance as the sun rose elegantly changing shifts with its eternal lover, the moon. The sky turned warm as the sun took over the serenity and tranquility that could be associated with the moon.Colors burst in to the sky as the birds tweet and flied in circles decorating the sky. Even with the beauty of the sky, curled up in the blanket and snoring softly was a girl who had been turning and tossing the previous night.In a separate room, a man was getting ready to travel. He donned a three piece grey suit, combed his short hair and beard before he sprayed his favorite perfume. For some reason, his heart felt heavy.He was travelling to Humeyra's home town, Jayda Rabia. This was due to the message he got the night before. Within a week his life has turned upside down. He lost his foster father to cancer, met the woman who mana
Farhana sat and enjoyed the ice cream she had just bought. She was still unsure about her decision but since she already made the call, she would have to go ahead with the initial plans. If she gets to have a man who will treat her like a princess before her plans are complete then she would readily accept that as a bonus for her hard work.A few minutes later, she was joined at the secluded table by two women. On a closer look , one would immediately assume that the two are related due to the beauty that emits from them. The elder one wore a lose white dress and tied a black headscarf to keep her hair covered. Her gorgeous face looked chillingly ethereal due to the coldness that could be easily detected from them.Her counterpart was no different. Her expression matched that of the older beauty. She looked like an ice princess whose beauty was enough to cause wars. Her beauty was complimented by her emerald green dress and a matching scarf.
BACK IN COUNTRY ZRumeysa got out of the bullet proof car and let out a heavy breath. She was home. Finally home she thought.But why doesn't she feel happy? Why does her heart ache? Is it missing Muntaha?She could vividly recall the conversation she had with her captor. He had stolen a kiss once more but she loved it so much such that she was unaware when he had expertly made her straddle his hips.She had tried to get out of his embrace but it only seemed to make the situation worse as the man in question moaned. She had rubbed against his thing! That was enough to make her stay still on his lap as his big hands wrapped around her tiny frame."Little girl, do you know that you are the first woman to make me feel? Do you know that it's only in your presence that I feel complete? Do you know that I am not as sweet as I seem? Everything you have seen me do, I have done only for you.
Rumeysa's body shook uncontrollablyas she cried for the man whose tears refused to fall.she cried for the ten year old who was left with a corpse. She cried for the child that was exposed to his mother's vulgar acts. She cried for the neglected child who was sold into the gang.Her hands had automatically wrapped around his huge frame as she cried. The man had tried to coax her to stop crying but her tears didn't stop. She felt lost. She wanted to go home but how could she leave him alone? She wanted to apologize to her sister but how could she do that if she fails to go back to the orphanage.The two had stayed like that until she fell asleep in his arms. The next time she woke up, she found herself in a moving car with a letter in her hands. She had opened it and her eyes filled with tears again. She missed him already. How did that happen?Now, standing before the place she called home, her v
Humeyra was awaken by the light knock on the door. She sat up and adjusted her clothes. She could feel the soreness between her thighs and the rest of her body felt quiet heavy. She smiled, letting out a satisfied moan.The knock coming from the door became a bit more firm. She used the sheet to cover her body and grunted a weak " come in!". Seeing her sister's face and trembling hands, she felt her heart clench.It was true that she felt disappointed by Rumeysa's actions. Even so, who was she to judge? Love comes without any permission.It neither knocks nor give one the choice. It just happens.Rumeysa finally managed to move towards the bed . Het hands shook from the fear of Humeyra's wrath. This sister of hershad the worst temper when she got angry. This was terrifying for her.She bit on her lower lip to prevent the tremble and stood before the bed with her haze lowered.
Until the topic they were trying to avoid was mentioned.Muntaha! The two girls fell silent. One was curious while the other felt nervous.She was used to consulting her sister in everything but this was the first time she had to talk about love with her.Rumeysa lowered her gaze as she played with her fingers. Humeyra on the other hand waited patiently.She knew from experience how hard it was to talk about someone you love.Eventually, Rumeysa started to talk." I met him for the first time at the park. He sat beside me on the bench but I didn't pay much heed to him. It was my nonchalance which made him talk to me, I believe.The moment I heard hisvoice, it irritated me. I don't know why it did but his voice just lit my temper . I sassed at him and left him on the bench assuming that it was the first and last time I get to see his face.If only I knew how wrong I was, I wo
⚠️⚠️⚠️WARNING!GORE! VIOLENCE! TORTURE! ASSAULT!⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️Muntaha sat on the bed in deep thoughts. His hands has healed well and it was back to normal once more.As he occupied the chair in his office, Rumeysa's face kept playing in his head.He missed her warmth. He missed her presence and her. He missed kissing her and hugging her.Looking at the five people standing in a straight line before him, his fistsclenched thinking of the bullet that was meant for his love.Abdullah, Sarah, and three other men stood shaking in front of Muntaha'sdesk. Behind him stood two of his ghost assassins. At this moment all he wanted to do was bath in their blood. He felt betrayed by the very people he trusted."Take them away except Abdullah and Sarah!" He ordered.Abdullah felt guilty . He had betrayed a friend out of his selfish desires. Though he didn't get inv
Walking through the long corridor, the sound of heavy foot steps could be heard. This ascertains the fact that the whole place looked abandoned and empty. Each step he took towards his destination made Muntaha feel the heaviness in his heart increase.He could feel the nauseating memory resurface from where he had buried them deep inside. He felt suffocated and pained. These were part of the memories he had shared with Rumeysa . While sharing the same memories with her, he had told her the story as if it was not his own. He had relayed the memories like it was someone else's story.As his foot steps neared the furthest end of the corridor, the heavy feeling in his chest only became more apparent. It was inevitable to avoidthis meeting. Behind that door was someone whose mare presence sent chills down his spine. The truth was, his heart still held the fear it had when he was still an innocent boy whenever he face the saidwoman.