Chapter 161: Don't Look, Don't Look

Never once I thought I would hear his shaky, hoarse resonance with so much hesitation in it and I thought about laughing about it.

But, have I forgotten about my time? How could I laugh? Especially when I understand how harsh it was.

"Dammit!"

As it was followed by another sound of a phone being broken. Smiling sorrowfully to myself, I shook my head in disappointment.

Though it would be the best to leave him be but I couldn’t do it.

Taking a deep breath, I knocked on his door. At first, he didn’t open but soon grew tired and flung it open furiously.

“What the fuck do you want?”

“I was going to explore the city, thought I should offer you but you look horrible. What happened?” I asked nonchalantly, resting my hands in my pockets but soon I smirked, teasing him.

“Not going to tell the one who taught you to flirt?”

“You taught me nothing,” He rolled his eyes, folding his arms at his chest.

“Say it was not me who made you speak that catchphrase of ‘exquisite’ sentence?” I challenged him.

“Fine.” He paused, looking away as I leaned against the opposite wall until he lost his composure and ended up growling.

“I hate what she makes me feel, I don’t want to feel that, heck, anything!”

Blking, I was taken aback at his outburst. Emitting fumes, he was looking away, hands slightly shaking that was baffling.

When did he become like this? When such emotions were induced in him?

“You know you are the worst man alive, a monster, a mentally unstable man, right? The fact someone wants to live with a man like you is astonishing itself,” I reminded him strictly to not forget his origin.

He muttered, “I did not ask her to do that,”

“Still you want her to do that. Come on, Sebastian, we all know what you are. Don’t hide it. Go back to her.” I smirked but that man remained stubborn.

“I don’t want to!”

Ah, denial sounds beautiful as long as it’s not too late, right?

“Then think about losing her, her death, think when she will no longer be here for you,”

The second I suggest, he scowled, “Fuck you,”

Not being able to  bear it, he closed the door hastily, not wanting to hear anything unbearable about his woman apparently.

Smirking, I lit up my cigar and exhaled the smoke in the air, not expecting this from myself either but I had begun to hate incomplete tales now.

Unspoken confession, left hanging love. All of it was infuriating.

“Tsk,”

Scoffing after successfully ruining my mood, I went back to my room too. The next morning, I was immersed in my thoughts until I noticed Sebastian.

"Jacob."

"Yes, Boss?"

"We are going back." He ordered with a clenched jaw.

"What? Already?"

"Yes. Let Dave stay, he will take care of things and let me know if there is something important or any changes."

"Okay, I guess."

Chuckling, I came closer, coming to tease him, "What? Going back already? Should have brought your woman along if you can't spend a few days without her."

I chuckled darkly, giving his shoulder a rough pat that popped a vein on his forehead and he knew he needed me so he took a deep breath to control his composure.

"Thank you for your unasked and unappreciated reasoning, Mr Sheikh." He scoffed, yanking my hand away, frown deepening.

"You're welcome." I laughed mockingly and was about to go back to my work until I heard he was going to finish Alphonse’s tale first.

Oh, all of them were nearing the destination of their love and tale.

Will I receive mine too?

“Sebastian has left, Nathaniel is gone too. Who knows where Alphonse will end up?” I groaned, leaning against my seat with my one leg resting over the other.

Here I was, prepared to make this place a blood bath, to cause a massacre if necessary yet nothing happened.

Never expected it to be so monotone.

“And Zariah? Why consider her out of it? Did you not see her breakdown?” Sufiyan frowned, not liking me considering her out of it.

“Don’t mention that damn killing machine,” I muttered, rolling my eyes, deepening his frown.

“Why?”

“When she is supposed to be emotionless then why was she willing to give up on everything for his sake?” When mine didn’t?

I growled, trying to not mix my personal feelings.

“Sometimes only love isn’t enough to carry on. Move on, find someone else, marry and carry on your legacy,” He suggested nonchalantly, not bothering to pay heed to my vexation.

“Like you did?” I scoffed.

“Well, life is not how we want it to be,”

“You hate me, don’t you?”

“Well I most certainly do but unfortunately, you are my only blood bond left. As much as I want to kill you, for my Aunt’s sake, I won’t.” He sighed in disappointment.

“She is no longer here,”

“Then count your breaths,”

We both smirked at each other, well aware that the day we would be on each other’s throat won’t be long.

This blood bond won’t halt our hands from pulling the trigger one day.

“I am going to check up on Zariah, she has a high fever. Nathaniel’s execution took a heavy toll on her health.”

“Hmm,”

After Sufiyan left, I was surrounded with my miserable thoughts again. Forming my lips in a thin line, I was pondering about my incomplete tale where they all were reaching theirs.

“Hashir,”

“Yes, Boss?”

So an unwanted thought evoked in my mind, “We are in New York… her tickets were also- nevermind,”

“Who knows?” He smirked when I stopped myself, shaking my head to refrain from any wrong action.

“Yeah, right,”

Hoping to shift my thoughts, I rose from my seat to go down at the buffet and probably fix my mood by eating something.

I was in the dining setup but lost my appetite the moment I sat down. Nothing looked pleasing, I have abruptly lost my urge to do anything.

Forming my lips in a thin line, it was only me and my loneliness.

Exhaling, my elbow rested on the table as I placed my chin on my palm, munching on a small bite out of boredom.

“Ah, what a lonely evening,”

Twirling my fingers around my fork, I was immersed in my gloom. I shouldn’t have come here if nothing was supposed to happen.

Plus, being here was causing my head to throb.

With a smeared mood due to a lonely evening, I was staring into nothingness until a familiar sound called me unexpectedly.

“Zaviyaar? Is that you?”

At the call, my very soul froze.

An unmanageable shiver went down my spine, freezing my function. Closing my eyes briefly, a lump gathered around my throat.

‘Don’t look, don’t look, don’t look,’ I would die if I did.

“Zaviyaar?”