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"Oh, darling. You can't fix yourself by breaking someone else."
Every young woman wants to marry Aryan Sheikh, the young, handsome Prince and a self-made businessman. His eyes are set on Yasmin Omer, the girl who has re...
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Arcadia – 9th June 2018
IN THE BLINK of an eye, the passengers are toppled and slammed against walls from the shock wave which rattled the majestic Arcadia.
The world became still for the young Prince of Athador as wind got knocked out of his chest. He lay down in debris of broken glasses and chandelier crystals, heart throbbing and ears ringing. As he blinked, he noticed that he has been tossed from one room to the other along with some people.
Aryan coughed. Pain radiated along his back. A small gash formed on his right cheek. Touching it, fresh blood coated the tip of his fingers.
Compared to one of the captain subordinates, he's been quite lucky. The latter has been stabbed by a large piece of broken glass in the abdomen. It left a big crimson stain on his white shirt.
Gasping, Aryan rolled on his side and crawled on the vibrating floor towards the bleeding man.
"You should get –" the man panted, blinking fresh tears. "To the helipad my Prince"
Shaking his head left to right, Aryan stated, "I can't abandon you."
"Your life is more important Prince Aryan. Don't worry about me."
The crowd went ballistic in a stampede as the wails of sirens went off. Screams for help became shrill with horror. Aryan stood up watching youngsters being shoved aside and hollering insults to others while trying to escape with their loved ones.
He inhaled smoke and before he grasped, the explosion darted upwards in the middle of the ship. The roof collapsed and walls disintegrated leaving a huge hole in the middle.
Arcadia has been officially torn in half in the mid region.
Aryan got pushed back by scrambling survivors and toppled over the now dusty black piano in another lounge. He grabbed his stomach and let out a profanity. As he struggled to regain his footing, an unfamiliar voice screeched.
"Get to the lifeboats. Everyone, to the back of the ship, there are lifeboats."
The lower decks flooded with water steadfast. Agitating waves ravaged everything in its pathway. The wild hysteria and growing desperation of those stuck below brought tears into his eyes. Help is begged in agonizing tones.
"Malika"
He heard. Aryan caught Zaeem standing in a clear opening on the shattered wooden floor shouting the name of his wife. He cried out in a voice raw with terror. They are the two individuals left in this chaos.
As Aryan approached him from behind, he spotted the pregnant woman lying unconscious in a corner on the other side. Part of her head coated in blood. Pieces of crumbled furniture covered her legs.
