Alex stared at Muskan for few seconds joining all the points together. If Alizey knows where were the keys then she would've left earlier but she didn't and she wouldn't have left the house if he had not left her to starve for days and now when he thinks about it. It was his fault, his carelessness lead her to leave the house in hunger.His eyes landed on Alizey who sit beside Muskan quietly not saying a word and not even looking up at him.All the memories of whipping Alizey invaded his mind, a sudden urge of guilt erupted in him when he recalled her painful screams. Gulping he looked away. After lashing Alizey that night he has ordered his men to give him the recordings of the cctv cameras surrounding his house which is kept in his office but he didn't checked it yet, but now he will."So when did you convert?" This time it was Yasir who spoke up. Alex didn't understand what he meant. "What convert?" He asked confused.

Days passed as Alex and Alizey shared the room. After the kiss that night he told her that she'll be sharing his room morning and night.His behavior towards her change drastically, he took her out sometimes for dinner because he knows she loves food.Every night she would sleep on the farthest corner of the bed so that he won't touch her but he being he always pull her in his arms and cuddle her to sleep. He has gotten addicted with her scent, no more he can sleep alone, he needed her by his side always.She used to struggle to get out of his embrace in the first few days but now she didn't, it was like she's accepting him and that thing only warmed his heart.Alex was the one who woke up early in the morning, but he didn't left the bed at once, he just layed their with Alizey in his arms drowning in her rosy scent.He didn't know why but he felt immense feeling towards her and he was scared to adm

THREE YEARS LATER.A soft calming breeze rustled the soft leaves. The early dawn was still in its nurture, dark greyish clouds remains the sight of shadow dancing across the rosy sky, like a innocent blush on the newly wedded bride's cheeks.A calm wind was swirling around, spreading the words of a new beginning, a new dawn. Ire silence surrounds, not a single sound could be heard, as all lay between the oasis of their dreams and deserts of their nightmares, each one living their fate, swirling to the tunes of lines in their hands, for the waves had already sailed to the shore and the winds had already floated and all that remained was the result that future beholds.As the rosy color of the dawning sky slowly moved away, the chirping and whistling of the birds can be heard, all lively and happy to the world it seemed, for all we know it isn't the tune of happiness, merely its the tune of misery, hearta

The man only grasped her throat harshly cutting her air supply, she clawed at his hands to get it off her but he only tightened his grip. "Don't you fucking dare wife! Such a fool of you to think that I've converted for real-" he hissed at her face as he continued. "You and your religion disgusts me!" He snickered, letting her go harshly that she fell on the floor, his breath smells of alcohol.She stared at him shocked not believing her ears. The man embraced the blond in his arms with such tender that she felt her heart ripping in trillions of pieces. Her eyes spoke such pain and hurt."I was willing to give you a chance but guess what bruja, you don't deserve it. You're a whore and you'll remain one. I don't fucking feel like looking at you. God knows how many men you've slept with, I feel ashamed at myself to even feel something for you." He snickered as he gave her one disgusted look before disappearing above the stairs to his roo

FearAn unpleasant emotion of threat and pain. The one thing he never felt all his life was now his constant partner. Making his every breath like a burden of boulder on his chest.Every second seems like years of never ending darkness. Life is going. That's how it is and that's how it'll be.Life goes on, no matter what. But it's the person who remains in the dilemma of their loophole. Seeing their world repeat itself again and again.The house was oddly quiet. Lost was his happiness and lost was his sparkle leaving nothing behind but just a mirage of memories of those mesmerising eyes.Ringing of the house bell took him out of his trance as he slowly opened the door. Brad stood their holding a parcel. Brad almost shoved the parcel at him as Alexander stared at him confused."I'm not supposed to give the diary but I thought it would be better for yo