Prologue..
Between criminals and beasts, only men hunt for pleasure.
The forest was still......smothered under a sky so black it seemed to breathe.
You can say it a manipulate forest.
Somewhere in that darkness, two sets of footsteps ran.
One light.
One heavy.
Her lungs burned, each breath slicing her chest. Mud, roots, and moss shifted under her shoes. Branches clawed at her sleeves as if trying to drag her back.
No wind. No birds. Just her frantic steps… and his.
Heavy. Unhurried.
A hunter didn’t need to rush.
Her footsteps stop .
She glanced behind—nothing but trees—and slowed,she just take out a heavy breath she holding from hour of running she close her eyes then open again and pressing a palm against the bark. Her eyes darted around.her eyes wide
No.
It was the same place again.
Mirrors.
Dozens of them.
Hanging between the trees, swaying gently.
Her own reflection stared back from every angle—wide, trembling eyes, scarf slipping loose.
She looks around like she stuck in forest forever.
"Allah… what is this?" Her voice cracked for the first time all hours.
She being strong telling herself that she is too strong .
A whistle floated through the dark—soft, playful
Only if she knew it's not a normal whistle ..… it exact her heartbeat.
Then came the voice. Deep. French accent curling like smoke
"Pourquoi tu t’arrêtes, petite biche"
"Why stop running, little deer?"
Her throat tightened. "Who are you huh?" she called out , but her own words bounced back at her, warped by the mirrors.
"Why are you behind me "this time she yell , only her voice again bounced back.
Until.
Something touched her shoulder. Warm. Solid—She spun with a scream.
A half cut hand.
No it's not Wednesday series.
A severed hand dangled from a cord above.
And a written with blood into its palm: Tried to touch my deer.
Nah it's not end it start as she looks up and just freeze .
She stumbled back, heart slamming against her ribs.
Eyes pinned to tree as looks.
A severed foot.
A tongue.
Each marked with words:
Followed her.
Spoke her name.
And those names written with knife and blood.
Her breath hitched. "Ya Allah…"
She try to process everything try to speak but nothing comes her throat. Just she keep looking up.
A hot breath brushed her ear.
"My Lord… why are you afraid?"
She flinch and pull back reality and shaky looks back slowly eyes up
He stood there—mask the colour of ash, only his grey eyes visible. Sharp. Cold.
"Did I scare you, little deer?"
She move back only to slip her feet
He about to catch but she flinch and move more her more.
as Her knees hit the damp earth as she tried to crawl back, trembling. Just as her back was about to slam against the rough tree, a soft barrier pressed behind her.
He had knelt without her noticing, placing a hand-knitted cloth against the trunk. Warm, gentle, almost absurdly thoughtful in this forest of fear.
"You’ll hurt yourself," he murmured, pulling it away.
And clenched fist control himself not to touch her.
Her hands shook. She try to move more shaky keep looking him up down teary.
"It’s not right," he said, voice lowering. "You are my Lord…so I'm the one who should be kneel in front of you."
Her lips trembled. "That’s shirk… stop don't call me your lo--"
"Shhh, I devoted myself to you I'm just your slave and you're my god that's all we have to know " He wisper like hunter as he is.
There voice keep bounced back all the silent forest
Her tears fell. She try to argue but can't she is too scared for that her lips just teary whole face teary. She wanna run from him.
Or maybe just waiting for any miracle.
But sometimes miracle never happen when we need them badly.
His gloved thumb hovered under her chin.......close, but not touching.
Cause touching her was forbidden.
Only this thing he ever follow only and only for her.
When her tears smeared onto his skin, he brought it to his mouth.
"Heaven," he whispered, eyes closing.
"le goût du paradis."
(the taste of paradise.)
She bite her lips
"Zara you're strong"she wisper in her head
" You only fear allah" She keep recite dua.
Bismillah she wisper and look him scary but also angry.
Her one hand on mud around her and another hand in her pocket and a knife.
As a doctor you have to be prepare for any operation.
Her fist clenched around dirt—she flung it into his eyes and she put knife near his heart..
"Ughh " he groan in pain as suddenly everything happened and his body slip in mud
Or he was playing?
Cause hunter like catching.
"I'm sorry ji " She scream eyes closed and run.
I'm sorry God ji ,I didn't have to hurt him I'm sorry. She whisper while running really heavy and wipe tears... Adjust her hijab more tight.
The mirrors flashed past in a blur. No signal on her phone. No way out.
Phone bhi kese krte hum jab recharge nii hai to Haye humari takdeer. Kambhakat .
She keep running breathing shaky body.
She also took pics around the forest
Police ji ko btaungi aaya bada stalker .
"Wese ghalib ka sher yaad aaya kuch kaha to tha "she keep murmur in her head
She sniff while keep running only to stop by.....
A different figure stepped from the shadows ahead.......different mask, darker clothes, green eyes glinting.
"Stop running, flicker," he said, voice smooth, almost coaxing.
"Give your shadow this honour to protect you tonight"
Her second stalker.
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"I think I’m start loving yo—"
"I’m going to die."
Two voices,Same time. Through the phone.
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Zara’s fingers tightened around her tasbeeh.
He smirked. Then tore it, slowly, deliberately, letting the beads clatter onto the floor.
Her eyes widened. "Fear Allah… one day, you’ll regret this, Mr. Demir."
He glanced at her, then away
he could never hold her gaze for long. Too dangerous for him.
With a casual flick, he stepped on the beads. "Where’s your precious God now?"he mocked, kicking them aside.
She close eyes "Allah"
"I don’t fear Him never gonna . I only fear the moment your hatred fades… because then I might lose myself to you"
Before she could respone,
he unwrapped something from his pocket and took a bite. A soft, suspiciously pink candy.
Her nose wrinkled. "Ugh… is that—pork?"
He chuckled darkly, chewing slowly, licking his fingers. 'Yes. And yes, I know it disgusts you."
I like things which hurt her even it's me .
She glared, fists clenched. "I’m Zara Fatima. I never back down. Count your days, Mr. Demir…"
He leaned closer, his height looming over her tiny 5’2" frame, grinning. "And yet… it’s amusing how even with all this hate, I can’t stop wanting… every inch of you."
Zara’s breath hitched, anger and something else twisting in her chest. "Stay back ,it's haram!"
He ignored her, savoring the tension like it was dessert. "Relax. One day I'm gonna make everything halal for us every inch of us...halal"
Her eyes flashed fire. "Try me, Mr. Demir. You’ll regret crossing me."
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Zara was reading a book, and the title make her jealous also Curious...… and ache:
Whose this girl he write for.?
"All ABOUT HER EYES"
I can’t explain her eyes. I can’t even describe them to myself. Everyone says they’re green—but what shade? Light green? Dark? And what if they do change under moonlight, sunlight? How can I know when I can't look them of... Dear devil help me.
I’m a sinner, a demon, and yet… I can’t look away. I only breathe when she’s near. My world start when she exhales. Her eyes… “pret--" ..nah no..it's too small a word. Too weak. She is the only thing I’ve ever truly exhaled.
"The only thing I can count and writing on this paper… her eyelashes. Every single one.......exactly 350 on both eyes combined. And the only thing I can truly describe… is the color light brown of her eyelashes. Nothing else. Nothing."
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To apko humse mohabbat nahi hai?
Nahi......Hume apse ishq hai... !
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"We're ours......till infinity" They yell in the field.
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