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Mir was walking behind her.
How the did she got hurt?
Who was it?
Why was she bleeding so much?
And why the hell was he acting like this?
Reaching her she was about to close the door. He kept his foot in between the door and wall, he saw how she looked up shocked at him. Mir taking this chance pushed the door, making her stumble back and closed the door and lock it.
Now that it was light, he could see her clearly. She was still in her outfit, that she had at lunchtime. But the difference was that, her then grey t-shirt was now halfway red. She was smelling like blood. She had a lip cut and her entire body was dusty. He also noticed how she was breathing fast. Even though she fooled everyone, he was an exception.
Walking toward her like a predator, she didn't moved an inch. Her eyes like lasers was throwing lasers and her eyes balled in a fist. She was controlling her tongue.
"How did this happened?" He said. His voice powerful and absolute. His stance was indicating he was mad. His forest green eyes darker than usual. His jaw clenched and veins pooping out of his neck and hands. He looked sinfully gorgeous. Too bad he's her husband.
She looked away, throwing her bag somewhere in the corner. She sat on the bed. And kept the cloth that was on her wound beside her. Using her right hand she removed her boots. Her feet swollen and red. And honestly she didn't feel no pain. Why is she not normal? Because her name is Eliza.
Looking up at him she smirked. Deciding to anger him further.
"Why? Is my husband worried about me?" She mocked an expression. She is a bitch because she felt immense joy and satisfaction flood in her when she watched how his eyes went wild upon hearing her.
He gritted his teeth, feeling madness in his veins. Threatening to burst out. This girl here has no idea about me. He was about to retort when a knock came halting them. He turned back and with 2 long strides he yanked open the door.
His brooding looks and his shaking figure scared his mother. He never looked this mad. He looked furious. He signed harshly. He looked back one more time and walked past his mother.
Ramisha watched as Eliza stood up from the bed. She couldn't see her because of the wall but there's a mirror in front of her bed, so she could see her. She closed the door. And thinking he left with whoever came, Eliza stood up.
Ramisha saw how with great difficulty she removed her shirt. She gasped, her hands flew to cover her mouth. Her back was really toned so was her stomach. With a narrow waist she looked like a model. But the scars and bullet marks piercing her skin made her look like a warrior. Her heart clenched painfully seeing how her teeth was clinking together because of the pain. Her left shoulder had a bullet and another one passed by her left hand. But still it looked painful. Her eyes turned glossy when she poured alcohol into them. Her eyes lacking any emotion, but her face looked like she's in pain.
