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Zyran passed through the hallways, his gaze falling on her room. He pushed the door and went inside; she was curled up on the bed, sleeping peacefully, the moon casting a glow on her enormous beauty, the moon lighting up her delicate features, creating a serene atmosphere in the room. Zyran couldn't help but feel a sense of calm wash over him as he watched her sleep peacefully.

Zyran stood there watching her for a few moments, admiring the way her chest rose and fell with each breath. "You destroyed everything, Noor," he whispered to himself, his jaw clenched, his veins popped up on his neck as he struggled to contain his emotions.

He couldn't control his emotions and stepped out of the room. As he walked away, Zyran couldn't shake the feeling of betrayal and hurt that consumed him. The weight of his words lingered in the air, creating a tension that seemed to suffocate him.

He stepped inside in his room and collapsed onto his bed, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on him. The silence in the room was deafening, echoing the turmoil in his mind.

Next morning

Noor's eyes fluttering open, she glanced in the room. The sun casting a warm glow from the window, she moved towards the wardrobe and pulled out a lehenga.



this is what I imagined her💫

She came out of the bathroom looking ethereal. Her heart raced as she slipped into the beautiful outfit, feeling a sense of calm wash over her. The reflection in the mirror showed a transformed version of herself, ready to face the day with newfound strength and grace.

"Hum sab theek kardenge zyran," she whispered to herself before she exited the room.

(I'll fix everything, Zyran.)

She ran downstairs without looking at anything as she collided hard with something. She closed her eyes, ready to touch the ground, but a hand slid into her waist. Her hands briefly grabbed his shirt into her fist, Zyran's pulse racing at the sight of her catching him off guard. Noor is beautiful, a beauty that took his breath away.



this is what I imagined them 🤌

Her kohl eyes slowly opened, looking straight into his green one. Her breath paused for a moment. Noor's heart skipped a beat as she realized who had caught her. She felt a rush of warmth spread through her body as she gazed into his eyes, feeling a connection that she couldn't explain.

"H-hum apke pass hi aa rahe the, Zyran." The words slipped from her mouth, and Zyran was not able to control his heartbeat as he heard her voice. He felt a surge of emotions as he looked into her eyes, realizing the depth of his feelings for her in that moment.

He cleared his throat and made her stand properly, trying to hide the overwhelming rush of emotions that threatened to consume him. As they stood facing each other, the air between them crackled with unspoken words and unexplored possibilities.

"Is breakfast ready?" His cold voice reached her ear. Her heart shattered; he will not lose his demeanor because of her. Noor slowly nodded her head. "Give me just five minutes." She ran towards the kitchen and started preparing breakfast, trying to focus on the task at hand instead of the emotional turmoil brewing inside her. She knew she had to keep her composure, even as her heart ached with the weight of his indifference.

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She put down the dishes one by one on the dining table with the warmest smile. Zyran watched her silently without any kind of emotion. Noor's hands trembled slightly as she served the food, hoping to hide her inner turmoil. Despite Zyran's stoic expression, she couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness at his lack of reaction. She knew she had to push aside her own feelings and focus on making the morning as normal as possible for both of them.

Zyran took a bite, slowly chewing on the food as if lost in thought. Noor watched him closely, trying to gauge his reaction, but his face remained unreadable. She took a deep breath and decided to break the silence. "How is it?" Her voice is soft and low.

But the next moment, Zyran pulled the tablecloth, making all the food and plates shatter on the floor. The one piece cut through her feet as she hissed in pain, the blood oozing out of her feet, but his next words shattered her heart: "don't make my floor dirty with your blood and make sure to clean this all by yourself," as he walked away, leaving her shattered.

Noor felt a wave of shock and betrayal wash over her as she realized the true extent of Zyran's callousness. Tears welled up in her eyes as she slowly began to clean up the mess, feeling the weight of his cruelty settle in her heart.

She couldn't believe that someone she once loved could treat her with such disdain. Noor's hands trembled as she scrubbed the floor, trying to push away the hurt and anger consuming her. The realization that Zyran was capable of such cruelty made her question everything she thought she knew about him.

Her movements hastened when she saw Zyran coming back with a pen and paper in his hand. "Come here," Zyran's voice echoed through the mansion walls. "Sign these." He put the paper on the table. Noor's eyes widened as she glanced at the paper. marriage contract papers

She shook her head, making Zyran angry; he grabbed her hair in a fist as she hissed in pain, "I said you never disobey me," his voice deep and menacing. Noor's heart raced as she realized the true extent of Zyran's control over her, feeling trapped and helpless in his grasp.

"Zyran, you're hurting me. Dard ho raha hai hume chodo mujhe." Noor yelled slightly, her tears flowing continuously. "So what, huh? You're feeling helpless, right? I was too helpless that time when your dad killed my mom and dad in front of me. Was I not helpless? You're the blood of his. How can I even forgive you?" His words hit her like a dagger; Noor stopped struggling and looked at him with hurtful eyes.

(You're hurting me.)

"I'll not marry you," she spat, making him angry as he pushed her back. Grabbing her hand, he started moving forward. noor slapped his arm continuously "zyran chodo mujhe" she yelled "tum galat karrahe ho zyran dard de rahe ho tum mujhe" she yelled again but he didn't turn back and pushed her in the dark room

(Zyran, leave me.)

(You're doing it wrong, Zyran; you're hurting me.)

Noor's eyes widened in horror as she saw dead bodies lying in the room. "Zyran, aisa mat karo," she yelled again. "When you're ready to sign the contract papers, you can come out of this room," he yelled and closed the door. Noor's heart raced with fear as she realized the danger she was in, trapped with a man capable of such cruelty.

"Zyran, please leave me, Zyran, please," she yelled, banging the door. Zyran stood there, listening to her cry, but his anger was consumed by his desire for revenge. He knew he had to make her pay for what she had done, no matter the cost.

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Her eyes were red, her breath abnormal; she was closing her eyes and finding a way to open the light, her feet unbalanced, and she was a dead body, eyes plugged out. She screamed and backed off towards the door. "Zyran, I'm ready to sign the papers," a whisper left her mouth.

The door burst open; she saw Zyran standing there. Without thinking of anything, she ran into his arms, wrapped her hand around his neck, and cried her heart out. Zyran didn't say nor hug her back. "Sign those papers." Those words left his mouth. Noor stopped crying.

She nodded and moved towards the paper, grabbing the pen with her trembling hand. She signed those papers. Zyran watched her trembling figure. "Jisse nafrat hai, ussi se mohabbat hai, Mano. Jo shaks dard bhi hai wahi dawa bhi hai." A chuckle left her mouth as she whispered those words. Her words made Zyran lose his composure; he knew what she meant by those words.

(Love the one who is hated. It seems that the person who is a pain is also a medicine.)

"Don't make me hate you zyran" the words left in whisper as she left from there zyran watched her leaving

"I want you to hate me, Noor," he whispered to himself and left from there. Noor entered the bathroom and turned on the tap, the water wetting her body, trying to wash away the conflicting emotions stirring within her. She couldn't deny the pull she felt towards Zyran, despite his cold demeanor. As she looked at her reflection in the mirror, she knew that this was only the beginning of a complicated journey ahead.

Noor cried in the shower as she tried to make sense of her feelings for Zyran. She knew that their relationship would be filled with challenges, but she couldn't ignore the undeniable connection between them.

She sat down there, her tears mixing with the water cascading down her face to body her hope. Shattering the dark room filled with dead bodies still haunted her. When he was doing it for his parents, she didn't know that his parents were killed by her father. What was her fault? She was the blood of the men who killed his lover's parents. As she struggled to come to terms with the past and the complicated web of emotions surrounding her relationship with Zyran, Noor couldn't shake the feeling of guilt and sorrow that weighed heavily on her heart.



The mirror reflected me. The sight of her made me hate myself as I punched the mirror; it shattered my knuckles, bruised. I hated everything in my room, including myself. I couldn't bear to look at my own reflection, knowing the pain and betrayal I had caused Noor. The shattered mirror only served as a physical reminder of the damage I had done to both of us.

The shards of glass on the floor mirrored the broken pieces of my heart, a constant reminder of the irreversible damage I had caused. The guilt and sorrow consumed me, knowing that I had hurt the one person who meant everything to me.

She was not at fault, but I can't cover the way my parents died because of her father. I built this empire to kill each of them. The weight of my actions weighed heavily on my conscience as I struggled to come to terms with the consequences of my choices.

Noor, she went to her room. What if she-no, no, no. I ran to her room. The thought of losing her was drawing me in guilt. I pushed the door open of her room and saw no one in the room. The running water sound from the bathroom grabbed my attention. "Noor, are you fine?" No reply came. Without a second thought, I unlocked the door and entered the bathroom and saw her sitting under the shower, fully clothed with tears streaming down her face.

"Noor," I called out and moved towards her. The water was so cold when it fell over me, wetting me along with her, her body weak, her face pale. "Couldn't forget the room. Filled with dead bodies, "she mumbled to me. I cupped her left cheek. "Look at me, Noor," I said as she looked at me. I hugged her tightly, the warmth of her body providing some comfort in that cold moment. "You're safe now, Noor," I whispered, feeling her tense body slowly relax in my arms.

"I'm never safe around you, Zyran," she mumbled to me as she looked at me. Her hand moved towards my face as she removed the strand from my forehead and attached our foreheads, her nose touching mine. Our breaths mingled in the cold air as I held her close, feeling the weight of her words.

I lost in the moment and closed my eyes , savoring the closeness between us. The bond we shared was undeniable, despite the dangers that always seemed to lurk around us.

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