PROLOGUE

**Prologue**

"Get the hell out of my room, right now. I don't want to see your face for my entire life," Xavier shouts at Zara as he throws a vase which hits on the mirror next to her and break into pieces, both the mirror and the vase.

"I'm... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to intrude but I thought you need me right now," she speaks low and her body shivers all over while her hands covers her head for the protection.

"Fuck! I don't need your help. Just get the fuck out of my room," he shouts at her and she runs quickly away from there with her hands still shaking with his behaviour.

"I know... This is going to be hard. This is going to be really hard but he is my husband. I am his wife and I should do anything that is going to turn him into human," she clutches her palms into tight fist and returns back to his room.

He is taking off his black leather jacket and trying to take off his shirt but he isn't able to. The blood is gushing out of his hands as the smoky air of cigar fills the whole room.

"Let me help you," she tries with his shirt but he quickly pulls her away making her fall down on the ground. 

Her elbow hits the floor quite hard and it pains like hell but she has done through the pains like this so many times.

She rubs her elbow as she looks up at him, at his blue ocean eyes which she was never able to read clearly.

"Fine! Just do what you want to do. I don't care if you die or if you live.  Wantedly or unwantedly I am your wife and I tried every way I could turn you back to human but guess what it's impossible to turn you back to human. You are such a monster," she yells as she stands up with her hurt knees.

He scrutinizes below her grey skirt which covers up to her knees and she is wearing a short socks below it.

Her knees seem to swell she is trying hard not to show it in front of him.

He feels for her.

He fucking feels for her.

But he is emotionless in front of everyone. The only emotion he could show is anger and the rudeness and nothing else.

He surely doesn't kill anyone but he loves none too.

"Get back here," he shouts in a husky voice. The voice which is hoarse and can scare most of the people around him.

She stops her feet and steers her head towards him. She surely thinks that he must have thought about her and he must have changed his decision towards her. He could act kind.

She stands at the spot and he trots close to her with his one legs being dragged after another as it is hurt.

"Don't follow me at school. I don't want to see you almost hundred metres of me. Stay away from me or else," his voice sounds more like warning and the pupils in her eyes dilutes with the fear with the tears clouding them.

And at last, her tears couldn't hold itself anymore and it flows down her cheeks but they never get to touch the ground.

"Don't you dare drop these on my floor. I don't want any of the emotions roaming around my room. Not even your measly tears," he says as he holds her hands and drags her out of the room.

She stands in front of his room speechless and looks around the house.

"Why the hell is my fate so bad? Why am I always prone to pains and heart breaks?" she cries in front of his door and he listens her sobs in another side of door.

He wants to hold her, he wants to embrace her and comfort her but he just doesn't want to show it.

He surely loves her but...

"I surely don't deserve you Zara. Don't let me get closer to you and don't get closer to me. I am fire and you will lose yourself when you get close to me. I am that rock who will just give you the pain but will never melt in front of you," his heart pains the way it had never did. 

Disclaimer: All the characters in the story are imaginary and it holds no connection with any people, place or events. It is completely my imagination.

Please don't try to plagiarise my work. It takes lots of work to write the story and if you like my story don't forget to write comments. 

The story will have some sensible topics and sexual mature contents. You can skip the parts if you are sensible to read.

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