Dark onyx eyes stared in oblivion. Infront of him was a vast garden as he sat on the bench, observing the flowers bloomed. Life has changed for him. But the flowers still bloomed the same way as a decade ago. The azaleas and roses were fresh. As fresh as the memories in the back of his mind. That killed him each second. Every moment of his life. Playing with his mind like the eyes of a beautiful women toying with a drunk man's heart. He was sitting in the same garden where it all began. The fire of revenge, love, agony and death erupted from this very place which now looked calm but was the cause of multiple deaths and murderer of not just body but souls, generating lifeless bodies, humans walking yet without their essence-soul. It was ironic. These soft petals, these beautiful flowers could do so much damage. There was a famous saying which was whispered about this place that for a lovers two unite first at this garden would be a bad omen to their love story. He never for once pai

Moosa entered the room and first thing, his eyes fell on her sleeping form. Her long hair sprawled on the pillow as her face was turned to the window of the room which opened to the balcony. He retrieved his car keys, phone and wallet and placed these items on the table before taking off his coat and throwing it on the sofa. He went to the washroom and took a shower and within minutes was out of the restroom in fresh pair of a grey T-shirt and a black trouser. He headed towards the bed where she slept. As soon as he got near her, he instinctively neared to inhale her scent. She smelled of fresh flowers and it made him inhale more of her fragrance, enriching his nostrils. This tiny movement around her seemed to disturb her slumber as her eyes got opened and she turned towards him. "Moosa?" she whispered, before looking at the clock. It was 11:30. Did not he tell her that he was going to be late? "Was someone missing me?" he asked, humorously making a smile appear on her lips. "M

Sitting beside Moosa in the backseat of the car, she tried maintaining as much distance as she could between them. Moosa had decided to drive the car himself to the destination but when she realized that they both would be alone and Moosa could kiss her in the same way as he did in the morning, she produced this slight whispery protest that didn't go unheard infront of Moosa and he agreed to let the drive take the wheel and they both were now in the backseat.The city lights were glimmering as she passed through big buildings. It made her wondered, how much progress man has made. If she looked half a decade back from now, things weren't so advanced and progressed as of today but still she was able to detect something in common. And that was patriarchy. Humans have made so many changes to this world yet still their mentality was still struck in those traditional norms that subjected women in many ways, exposing her to hostility of built-in perspectives. A woman was suppose to act in a