Wait.
A long wait....
What will happen when seven years of hate and pain will turn Zahan's life upside down. Or better yet make him face the woman he had never wanted to see ever in his remaining days of life.
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This is a sequel to orphic. It...
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"Because it was you on the line again"
Her breath halted for a moment as she realized there was no running back now. Zoya met his gaze which was hazy from the medicines but something about her sitting before him with her bare face made her stomach churn, he didn't deserve this sight of hers.
Zaman groaned when he tried sitting up and Zoya nearly held him in her arms to help him up, but her hands stopped almost an inch away from him.
"Zoya" he heaved, finally settling himself against the headrest. His hand reached out to hold hers and before she could pull away Zahan tightened his grip on her hand.
"If you dare escape me this time—" he paused to look her in the eye, the night light and the light from the hallway somewhat made her face visible to him and his throat tightened.
He couldn't believe it.
"Oh Zoya" he whispered cupping her face, tear after tear fell on his cheeks as he got closer to her and Zoya sat there frozen under his touch. Her mind had gone blank and she didn't know how to respond anymore.
"My Zoya" Zahan was in disbelief as he broke down crying on her shoulder, his arms caging her, as if she would disappear with the wind. He pulled her close to his chest sobbing uncontrollably, breaking both of their hearts all over again.
"Zoya"
Her name was the only thing he could utter in that moment, no other word existed for him and he had no control over himself.
After what felt like hours Zahan sobered up and took in a deep breath, he pulled away from her and wiped her shoulder off his tears forcing a chuckle out of his aching throat before holding her face, all the while Zoya stared at him with numbness seeping in her veins.
"I... I need to see you better, you're here" he was mumbling to himself as he turned around to search for the closest light switch all the while keeping her forearm in his hold as if he won't be able to see her after this night.
The woman before him said nothing as he finally succeeded in turning on the light above his bed and the face he was met with made a fresh batch of tears blur his vision.
It was her, a little mature, a lot more serious and dark. He couldn't stop himself from staring at the woman before him, she really was here. Right here. Right in front of him, all perfect.
"Are— are you okay?" He asked to inspect her for injuries and he sucked in a breath when he noticed the bandages on her arms, hands and one on her forehead.
He received no reply but a blank stare that sent chills down his spine. She looked awfully like his wife but the way she was staring at him as if he had grown two heads made him retract his touch for a second before firming it again.
