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CHAPTER 23.
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COLORS EPILOGUE
ADNAN " I thought, Mr. Altaf was the last person to die. " Alvord whispered, watching me with his suspicious gaze. " Why is this person here, Adnan? " He asked but I just smirked. There was a heartbeat of silence before I confessed. " Mr. Altaf was just a puppet. Alvord. The person inside is the one who provoke my b**tard father-in-law. In other words, that person is the last target of my revenge. " " Wait...Wait a minute. Are you saying that..." He didn't complete his sentence but his eyes asked, anyway. I just nodded, I could see the pity in his gaze. But I don't want this. " Anyway! You can go now. From here our ways are apart. " " What about the dead body? " He asked, lowering his head as if he wasn't happy to be free. " No worries. The police will take care of it. " His head snapped at me, his eyes were ready to fall off. I smiled, coming closer to him for a hug. He was trembling not with fear but with my reply. " Are you going to surrender? " He asked, resting his fist on
COLORS CHAPTER 1.
" For the villains who were once a hero." The cold breeze engulfs her and compels her to close her eyes even though it doesn't matter. Her open eyes or close, they only show darkness. Her face felt the cold winds hitting her cheeks softly. It was a relief and blessing at least she could feel it. The beauty of the town was on the point of termination but for her, it was still beautiful because she only felt with her heart. Her Allah had given her enough power to feel what winter feels like and she was blessed and thankful. So what if she can't see? Sometimes the colors of the world become dull, not feelings. She heard small approaching steps, and a smile droned to her lips. " Did you find it? " She asked with her big eyes filled with curiosity and excitement. " Yeah! Yeah! Here is your snowdrop. " She felt someone bring her hand forth and made her hold a few sticks which felt fresh and slightly wet. Her smile widened and she leaned it closer to her nose. A sweet and relieving scent
COLORS CHAPTER 2.
Morning rays hit her face passing through the panel of the window. She groaned lightly getting up from her place. At the same time, the clock made an ordinary sound seven times, and she sighed. It was early seven, and she hopped off the bed and grabbed a pin. Gathering her all messy yet silky hair-like threads, she cages them into a bun holding her hairpin in her mouth. Suddenly she felt a strange heated gaze over her face. A shiver runs down her body. She was stiff. She lived alone then who was staring at her and from where. Her trembling hands fell to her sides and her lips were still holding the small and delicate pin. Her hair fell on her face and back when she became a statue all of a sudden. Her sweaty forehead was dripping off the droplets. She finally got the clue, the window. The damn window was open. Someone was staring her out of the house. A relief rushed over her mind, someone wasn't inside the house but someone was watching her and she wasn't wearing her hijab. She ga
COLORS CHAPTER 3.
She was walking straight with her head dipped forth between her shoulders which seemed slamming down too. She could feel the tickling session raised all over her body when a cold wind passed through her. Kissing her face and piercing into her bones. She let out a huff in frustration, not knowing what to do next. Amy asked her to come along with her but she refused on the spot, not even giving it a second thought. It might have made Amy's mood sour and she started to plead. The argument didn't go well and they headed back to their path with disappointed and frustrated faces. Now, when she was walking all alone, a sudden chill was making her feel frozen. Like she wasn't alone. This town was small and had a small population, moreover, where she was living rarely people came out of their comfort name, houses. Especially at this hour. She knows it was a whiff of danger. Feeling someone coming close to her, making her sweaty. Her legs started to shake but she increased her pace and mostl
COLORS CHAPTER 4.
A fresh and cold wind passed through her body. Mind felt at ease and amused by the fresh aroma, she just came out of the cab along with Amy when a breeze touched her. A tickling session rose in her whole body. Pure fear was taking a huge place in her heart because she knows, something was waiting for her inside the art gallery. The Art Gallery. Where she wanted to visit and was eager to feel the strong stone walls of it- now when she was standing in front of the building it felt empty. When she heard the news about the building of an art gallery she was dying of excitement but it seemed hollow. Chatting sounds were clear enough to hear and she felt a rush around her. People were eager to get in but guards were checking the pass and invitation cards. "Let's go, Dianna. " Amy held her hand and walked on the long pathway along with the people. She was getting nervous now, her forehead was sweaty- the band-aid surely got wet, but her hijab was hiding the clue of her getting hurt. He
COLORS CHAPTER 5.
With a low groan, she woke up, rubbing her eyes until they ached and got red. She was wide awake the whole damn night until it was time for the Fajr prayer. After praying she finally got some sleep but woke up in a few hours.The morning was bright and a blessing for everyone but for her, it was another day to face the world with blind eyes. She wasn't hungry and skipped it. Making a draft for the bakery shop." As-salamu Alaykum. Auntie. " She greeted her, who replied." Wa Alaykumu s-salam. " But she paused for a second before adding in a worried tone. " What happened, my girl? Didn't sleep well? " She felt a warm hand brush her face and her cheeks were cupped by auntie. " Look at you, how pale you're. Your eyes aren't bright but red and swollen. Is everything okay? " Worries soaked in her voice when caressed her head tenderly." Yes, Auntie, I'm fine. Just couldn't sleep last night and didn't get the idea when it was time for the Fajr." It was a half-lie and half-truth." Oh! My gi
COLORS CHAPTER 6.
Adnan's P.O.VA thud followed after a loud sigh when I rested my expensive watch and wallet on the table. The whole damn mansion was drenched in darkness and I didn't want to turn on the lights. Because it feels wrong, seeing she was facing the darkness in her whole damn life.I have thrown my tired body on the couch, along with my head back. Looking at the ceiling pointlessly.My mind again, slowly, neatly, shifted back to the woman.She wasn't just a woman.She was a miracle in my life.She was fragile.I did everything wrong, from start to end it's not the end but I somehow know-I'll end everything wrong.The only thing I know is that.SHE WAS MINE.SHE IS MINE.SHE WILL REMAIN MINE.That's the fact she needs to accept. I know everything about her, her past, her present and I'm creating her future too. Her life has belonged to me since I first laid my eyes on her.She was fire yet ice.I'm her prey. I'm burning for her. My heart is burning. My mind is foggy.Again the scene of me b
COLORS CHAPTER 7.
Adnan's P.O.V" If you won't stop crying I'll fill up this sweet mouth of yours with my hard dick. Cupcake. " I threatened, and like always she got scared. My lungs expanded with pride and a smirk droned to my face.She was crying silently but after my threat, those eyes- full of innocence- were only wet but had stopped pouring the salty water.A deep and irritating sigh skips through my nose. I really wanted to hold her and caress her head, telling her to stop getting anxious.It's over now.She can rely on me.The hard part of her life is gone now, I'm her future and her family. She can toss those unworthy people out of her life. I'm all she needs and wants.But another part of me was annoyed with her, how dare she call that name? Eden. It was in the past. She needs to understand. He's gone. I'm here for her and she doesn't need a weak pathetic and emotional jerk.It was a twenty minute ride to my house- which was dark and empty. I drove at medium speed, it was a valley so I can't r
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