17 (i) Kneel

The door shuts.

And she was left alone.

She helplessly looked towards the closed door. Her heart drummed in her ears. Her face paled and her hands clammy with nervousness and fear.

"Zahra" he called out her name. She turned around and saw him seated on his chair, pensively looking at twirling the pencil in his fingers. His thick black eyelashes shadowed his well-defined cheekbones as he leaned against the back of his chair. His face was stoic, void of any humane emotion, and depicted as if he was in deep thought. Moments passed but he continued to look at the twirling pencil. And then he slowly and steadily looked upwards. His eyeballs follow the slow movement of his eyelids.

It was then their eyes matched.

Gleaming grey against dull brown!

His strikingly sharp gaze pinned her to the spot. His eyes were intense as always and his grey iris was as usual sparkling like diamonds in the middle of his eyes. His eyes can engage someone just by a single glance. They were like a universal