❝ In a war, one loses while the other proclaims victory.
But in the battle for the crown, they lost their hearts to each other. ❞
A tale of wars, a tale of vengeance, a tale of cursed trigger, a tale of killing, a tale of bizarre love, the tale of S...
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His mind wasn't in his control neither was his heart but whatever the duo were doing he didn't regret. She was cold, as cold as ice. His hands reached for her waist, pulling her more towards himself he didn't stop doing the what he was doing. As if she was about to fall her both hand clutched his shoulders.
He stopped kissing her as he was out of breath, and he was damn sure she was too. Her fast warm breath was fanning his face while her wet lashes were falling down. He kept staring her face for quite sometime. What is wrong with her, was she really that stupid to think he hated her?
His hands found their way towards her tied hair and opened it. This caught her attention, and she looked up with a questioning gaze.
“Let them dry, you will catch a headache.” he whispered softly. Her eyes stared at him for a long moment as if trying to read something. He knew his act was something that had put her in complete confusion, but then he wasn't even thinking straight. And damn he didn't regret what he did. Smiling at her he moved back and spoke,
“I will get fresh, I have something discuss with you.”
In reply, she nodded while he went in the washroom, and she went outside the room.
As soon as she stepped out of the room she heaved a long sigh of relief. She didn't know she was holding her breath until she released it. She could feel her cheeks warm and tried to rub off the heat yet failed. Sighing audibly she started moving downstairs.
The first person who came in her view was her father. He was sitting idly lost in some thoughts. She silently sat beside him and patted his arm. Sultan instantly looked towards her and smiled softly.
“What happened baba?” In a soft voice she asked. Her face held utmost concern for her father.
“Nothing. Just thinking about you all.” Sultan replied and wrapped his arms around her shoulder. She placed her head on his shoulder and a familiar serenity engulfed her.
“Don't worry baba, everything will be fine. We are trying our best.”
“I am proud of you my child, your mother too will be. You have grown up so well and strong. I still remember the time you was so small and when your mom left I lost all hope. I was scared for you, I was scared that I won't be able to raise you and protect you from world. You know what my child, I didn't raise you. You grew up on your own. My heart warms up whenever I see you as the strong lady you are. I am so proud of you. Forgive me child for all the suffering my work gave you.” Sultan said and pecked her head. She could feel her inside turn. Tears blurred her vision, yet she didn't let them out. Smiling at her father she held his hand and spoke,
