Chapter 55: The Silent Gaze

Her small snores were the only sound that could be heard in the dark and quiet lounge. She

was drifting in her wonderland as her sleeping form wasn't aware of two empty and

soulless pits staring at her.

Deadly and expressionless.

Empty and blank.

No emotions swirling in them.

Rather, the most primitive and sacred emotion of love had died within the owner of those

eyes years ago, and all that was left were two void and deep orbs.

Deeper than the deepest sea.

Darker than the darkest night.

But they were focused on her angelic face as if he was a moth and she, the fire. A weird

tranquillity appeared in those eyes for a second on seeing her lying there, and it was gone as

soon as it came. The sudden swirl of emotions got locked as the coldness masked the eyes

again. He wasn't known as the maestro of expressionless for nothing. He knew when to

express himself through his eyes.

Placing the glass of beer that he had on the table, he stood up and moved further towards

her. Kneeling down, his face came parallel to hers as now his eyes could have a complete

view of her.

Beautiful

The first word that came in his mind.

Or Treacherous?

The devil in his mind whispered.

Innocent. A voice in him spoke.

Or Venomous?

Another voice countered it.

Uncorrupted

Or Corrupted?

Sinless

Or Deceitful?

Naive

Or malicious?

A deep breath was heard as he closed his eyes for a second.

Under the light of the moon, his eyes opened again, moving slowly up, revealing the grey

emeralds that shone brightly under the light as he focused his orbs on her face again.

Tilting his head, his hand moved up and traced her eyebrow. Sole focus of his grey eyes, just

her face. Sleeping face. Angelic face.

A whisper escaped his lips that got lost in the silent atmosphere, "I want you."

His voice dark. Deep. Grave.

Holding promises.

Her fate was sealed. That very moment.

Standing up, he walked away from her, disappearing into the darkness when her eyes

opened and a deep breath broke out through her lips.

She was dead.

So dead.

......

Grabbing her chin, he moved her head up.

"How have you been?" He asked her, despite knowing it.

Her lips shivered as she went cold with terror on seeing him paying her a visit again.

When her reply didn't reach his ears, he grabbed the knife and was about to pierce her skin

with it when she spoke.

"K-ki-kill m-m-me," she uttered with great difficulty.

He smirked.

"Pl-please, t-t-take aw-away m-my l-l-lif-fe,"

Tucking a stray strand behind her ear, he muttered, "Death itself will be a gift for you. A gift.

A pleasant gift."

"Do you-you still love me?" she asked.

"I never loved you," his reply came as he stood up.

"Can't you forgive me?"

"Until you die,"

"Then kill me. Please kill me,"

"I'm," he said, "I'm killing you," he stood up.

"Clean your tears," he ordered her and she hurriedly cleaned the tears away from her eyes

by moving her head and rubbing her eyes against her shirt as he left the basement. His heart

yearning again to see the face of the woman lying in his lounge.

After some time, one of his men came to serve her food and clean her wound. She laid there

lifelessly.

It's been years, but she didn't die.

..........

The sun was in the sky as the dark night passed. Currently, she was sitting on the sofa with

her arms wrapped around her legs. Last night she had felt so tired when she was done with

her work that she just laid her head on the headrest, and the next second, she slept.

Shehryaar had her seated in the lounge when he went somewhere, and she got busy with

her work. Some time passed and he still didn't come, and by then, she was done with her

work. She was more than thankful that he wasn't around somewhere; otherwise, it would

have been too difficult for her to work under his gaze.

In the middle of the night, she had felt someone's presence around her when she gained

consciousness from her deep slumber. Her third eye told her someone was looking at her,

so she played along and pretended as if she was sleeping when she felt his presence near

her, and he said those words.

They still haunt her. And when he left, she couldn't sleep again. The whole night, chills

traveled down her spine. She kept on turning sides, trying to sleep when she had felt his

footsteps again walking towards the room where she was laid down. She felt him sitting

across the chair and gawking at her. Out of terror, she couldn't even open her eyes as the

strong feeling of his eyes looking at her encapsulated her. When almost three hours or so

had elapsed, he stood up and walked away after making her breathless the whole night.

'I want you'

'What did he want from me?' She thought. She already had given him more than she could

ever give to someone. Her purity. Chastity. Now, what else did he want from her?

What else?

She had nothing else left to give to him. Then what? What did he want?

Why was he making fun of her circumstances?

Why wasn't he letting her go?

Why was he torturing her like that? Why? Why?

Struck in the web of her thoughts, she didn't realize when a tear had slipped down her eye

and him coming through the door.

Her glassy eyes moved up as she stared at him. He was the sole focus of her eyes. She saw a

frown coming across his brows as he moved inside when she instinctively moved back.

"I see tears in those beautiful pair of eyes," he stated as he entered through the door. His

hair wet as he had just come out of the shower.