《Black hearts meet Red》Chapter 33
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Amal
Everything was drifting away.
Like sand was washing away everything.The once giant objects now crumbling into useless particles.
As if wind was pulling and pushing everything apart.
Everything was ending.Surrending before the powerful.
My demons teasing me.Torturing mr.Making me realize that my eyes were blinded with dreams that never would come true.And only one dream would change into reality.Only one man would become the reality.Only dream would become my biggest nightmare.
Jalal Khan
The name that only made cold shivers run down my spine.Made me paralyzed.The name that brought my life on edge.
Shutting my eyelids, I retrieved back to the dream I had.The scenes once again playing on the curtain of my mind.Because it wasn't a dream but rather a flashback of my miserable life.
"Don't act so innocent.I know all about you."The man spat.His pale eyes cold making me tremble.
"Its not like this-"
He hissed, rubbing his forehead.
"What did I say to you.Shut Up."I clamped my mouth shut.Wiping away the trails of tears.I turned my face towards the large window seeing the pitch black sky pity me.
"I cannot believe this."The man muttered under his breath.Making me turn my eyes his way.
"How much more cheap can you get.You act so innocent but you're a devil in disguise."
"No.You're thinking wron-"Like a jolt of electricity he stood up from the sofa making me flinch and step back.
"I am thinking wrong, huhn? I am Jalal Khan and you know who you are-"He held my jaw in a harsh grip as I struggled to move away from him but his death grip on my skin prevented me.His steel grip so tight, that I could feel my skin burning.Awaiting for a bruise to form on it.
"You are a bloody orphan, who knows well how to trap men in her palms.You are a woman who has no shame."He spat angrily, digging his nails in my skin.
But I had turned numb hearing his words.The energy to fought back all draining out of my body as tears became my only ally.
I was a b-bloody o-orrphan.
Never in my life had I heard that words for myself.On one had addressed me an orphan before but it didn't change the reality.Although Uncle and Aunty were my spiritual parents but I wasn't their daughter.
"If you get a change you wouldn't wait to wrap a man in your dainty fingers."The man continued on.
"But remember this beautiful, remember this and imprint this in your pretty mind.I would always find your lover.I would kill him first.Then I would kill you."He moved his eyes away and frowned.Indicating that he was thinking something.
"No.No.No.How could I kill you.I would not kill you.I would kill your lover but then I'll drag you back to this hell.I would then torture you very much till you know of nothing else.And you know I am capable of doing all this."He removed his hands off me making me inhale a large breath.My hand moving to my jaw.
"If any man comes near you, know that I'll destroy you, beautiful."He said angrily before storming off.
Making me crumble to the ground and sob loudly.
The soft contact on my made me flinch.The tear drop working as an acid on my hand, burning not only the skin but soul too.
What have I done-
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I knew, I could never run away.He would always find me.He would always hunt me and the time wasn't far when he would drag me back knowing I left Abbottabad.And then there would be no saviour.No one would be able to save me from the monster himself.
Take care of him.
Keep him happy.
Don't ever hurt him.
I wasn't meant for all this.I couldn't keep Arsalan happy.It wasn't in my hands.My own life had turned upside down, how could I guarantee to save him from myself.I was fire and if he came closer, I would burn him too.My ashes wouldn't let him live.
I wasn't meant for him.I wasn't.He deserved someone else.Someone that would keep him happy and would never hurt him.He wasn't supposed to come closer to me.
I would be his destruction.Not the beautiful one but the ugly one.
And I didn't want that.I didn't want this marriage.
I didn't.
A large hand pressed my shoulder making me glance up at the man.Seeing his blue eyes look down at me with concern.
But we both knew there was no backing up now.
"You know, you don't have to do this."He said making me avert my eyes and take a step back.Shaking my head, I looked at the dirty old building before us.
"I have to do this.This is noe or never.And we have to end this here for once and all."I said.
Moving towards the door that read exit we moved inside.The loud cheering of wild men could be heard as they supported their favourite fighter.Anger ran in my veins as I saw Alfie.A smirk curved his lips as he glanced at us making me resist the urge to punch him.
Bashar pulled me back, my eyes turning to the bruise on the side of his mouth.A little part of me guilty that I hit him last night but.But he touched Amal and when threatened my woman.
"Don't give up.And just beat-"He didn't need to say more as I pushed the black jacket off my shoulders.
"Don't worry.I've got this."I said.
Ya ALLAH.
Putting the containers in the refrigerator.I walked inside the bedroom.Sitting on the bed, I leaned against the headboards.Another ping indicated on my phone.
Thinking it might be a message from the man who wasn't home yet, I slid the home screen.But it was another message from Marwa, lecturing that I should be happy with him.
Little did she know that I was damaged badly.
Deciding not to reply to her.I closed my eyes as a yawn escaped my lips.The warmth of the bed lulling me to sleep.Another yawn escaped my lips and my eyes drooped.But just then the front door was pushed open.
My eyes flew open as a I glanced at the clock seeing it read forty past two in the morning.Scurrying to my feet, I pulled the long peach dupatta over my head before moving out of the room.
The main door was still open as the man sat on the sofa hissing in pain.My eyes grew large as I scanned the man's form.His leather jacket hung on his right shoulder, while his dark shirt and pants were covered in dirt.
His lip was busted and dried off blood remained at the side of his mouth.His tan skin was forming a bruise just under his eye.His forehead also had a cut across it.
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The man hissed again making me clear my throat.Tears already brimming my eyes as realization dawned on me.
Jalal Khan had got him.
Jalal Khan hurt him.
Now he was coming after me.
I calmed my breathing and dared to ask the man who looked up at me,
"Are you okay?"The hesitancy overcame the concern as the words slipped off my tongue.
"Yeah, I am fine."The man said but the usual tone was swept off with anger as he looked at me coldly.
I was gonna be punished now.
"Why are you up so late?You should be asleep by now."The man snapped making me take a hesitant step back as I gulped the lump in my throat.
"I was waiting for you.So that I could serve dinner-"
"I already ate."He stated.Looking at me with the same cold icy glare.My breathing turned heavy and I wanted to ask him who did this to him, and so I dared to ask.
"Who did this t-to you?"It was a mere whisper as I shifted on my feet.
"I fought in an illegal underground fight."He snapped standing up.Anger radiating off his body.
A loud gasp escaped my lips as I covered my mouth with my hands.What.The man before me smirked.His towering figure looming over me.
"I am not the nice guy you think I am.I am worst than how you imagine me."He whispered close to my face stealing all my breath.Fear pumped with my blood.Circulating throughout my body.
"I am be your worst nightmare too."He seemed to different than the man who brought me from the masjid to this very home.He was someone else.
"I am not a nice guy, Amal."He said intently making me swallow down my throat.
As if something had possessed the man, he moved towards me with clenched jaw.But before he could take the last step toward me.I did something I never expected to do,
I ran.
I ran out of the main door.
My heartbeats numbed my ears as I ran as fast as possible down the corridor.Pressing onto the elevator, I turned to see the man come behind me with a lightening speed, his lips growling lowly,
"Amal."
I didn't have time to think as I ran towards the staircase.The man's footsteps could be heard as he followed behind me.But I wasn't stopping.I was freeing us.I was getting away from him.I was running for my life.
Wiping my tears hastily, I took careful steps not to get trip.The man kept calling out to me as we ran down the stairs like teenagers except the consequences were different.Floor 12, board passed by making me ran more faster.
I know there was a stair case on the opposite site too, so just as we reached floor 10, I ran across the hallway hearing the man hissed out a loud,
"Shit."
My lungs burned for oxygen, protesting as I stopped by the railing.Gripping onto it, I gulped large breaths.Sweat beads covered my forehead, as I wiped them away.Energy was draining out of me.My chest heaved up and down, with a dry mouth.I pressed onto the elevator.
The doors instantly sliding open making me get in and press the button for ground level.It was probably three in the morning.Despite all the running.I found myself cold.Utterly cold.
Wrapping my arms around myself, I rocked myself on my feet trying to ease my body but-
Everything was coming to an end.
The doors opened again and I stepped off the elevator.The main doors remained just a few steps away from me and I sighed in relief when I didn't find my husband chasing me.
Taking another step towards the door, I heard fastened footsteps behind me.Turning to look around, J found the man with charcoal eyes running towards me.Gasping, I bolted for the door but he was quick as he scoped me up in air.
A protesting groan escaped my lips as I fought in his arms.My feet not even touching the ground as he lifted me in hid arms.
"Put me down."I shrieked.
The man put his palm over my mouth shutting all the protest as he growled angrily in my ear,
"Shut up.Amal."
I still kept babbling under his palm as he turned us around.My eyes widened when I saw an old couple look at us strangely.I pleaded with my eyes for them to understand anything but to no avail.
Arsalan beat me to it though,
"My wife, She just angry I didn't kiss her today."The man joked making the old man and woman carry on with their way.But I heard the woman mutter,
"Couples these days."
My back was pressed against his chest as he held me up securing an arm around my waist like I weighed nothing.My mouth was still shut as we went back up the elevator.The familiar door came in my line of vision and I closed my eyes.
Once inside the apartment, the large man released me making me take several steps away from him.He locked the door before turning towards me.He didn't say a word as he glared at me.
I didn't have the energy to stand so I slid on the sofa.My tired muscles instantly soothing at the contact.
"Please, bandage my wound."A first aid box came in my vision.Looking up to the man, I could see his charcoal eyes look everywhere than me.
Taking the box, I stood up letting him sit down.Before sitting down, he took off his dark grey shirt making me look away.Once he was seated, I kneeled before him on the ground.Our height levels were same as I wiped the dried off blood from the side of his mouth.Cleaning the wounds on his face and forehead.I rubbed the ointment.
All of this, taking me back to where I cane from.Making the memories fresh of the hospital where I worked.Where I first met him.Clenching my jaw, I tried to think of something else.But what was there to think of.
My eyes drifted off to his chest.The dried up blood on shoulder blades and collar bone made me hiss in pain.
And because of me he was running so much.
Though the muscular man was injured greatly but he didn't show his pain.Except for when I pressed the cotton hardly on his abdomen, and a hiss left his lips.
Wrapping a bandage around his abdomen, I could feel his eyes on my face but I didn't dare look up.
"Why did you run?"He asked but having no answer I chose to remain shut.
His charcoal eyes burned holes in my face as I stood up to put the first aid box away.My arm was pulled making me stop in my tracks.
This wasn't over yet.
Turning around to face the man, I saw him stand up too.Pulling my arm away from his grip, I inhaled in a shaky breath.
"Why did you run?"He asked sharply.
"I don't know."
"What do you mean, you don't know.You should know the reason behind your actions."
"I really don't know."I snapped this time.
His blazing eyes met my furious ones.He shook his head taking a step towards me.And this time I stood my ground not cowering away.
"What do you want woman?"He asked angrily.
Something broke inside me.The noise of shattering echoing around my world.
"You want to know."I said softly but the bitterness clouded between us.Taking a daring step towards him, I stared straight in his charcoal eyes.The lightness of the illumination of light made his features look more dark.
"I do not want to live here.I do not want to live with you.Stop breaking my walls because I am not gonna let you in."
Tears streamed down my eyes but I didn't worry.Our eyes didn't waver from each other.
"I don't want you.I don't want this marriage.Infact I don't want to keep any relation with you.Not of marriage, not of hate or of love."I spoke lowly and each word pierced passed our souls cutting through our flesh.
His charcoal eyes flashed with pain as if I had slapped him across the face but the emotionless pale ones soon covered them as he replied in the same tone, his adam apple moving as he swallowed,
"Don't worry.Bear me for some days and then I'll never show you my face again.I would vanish from your world so that you don't have to keep any relation with me.Not of marriage, not of hate or love."
His words sounded like a promise and they hit me hard.Staring at him for five more seconds.I turned around to go inside the bedroom because something told me that tonight I had pushed him away.He wouldn't be coming in tonight.
My demons danced before my eyes as I cried sitting on the window seat.Although I had shut the door but I couldn't help the sobs that raked through my body.I cried because I had-
Torn both of us apart.
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Great !! Just great !!
I always wanted Arsalan to be involved into something more darker like the mafia or something but I couldn't be just that bad, So yeah!! And just incase you all have forgotten they live on the 14 floor.
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