Mafia's possessive love 3

Chapter 33

In the tranquil embrace of night, Mehak lay upon the bed, her form cradled by the soft caress of satin sheets. Moonbeams filtered through the window, casting a silvery glow upon the room, painting shadows that danced along the walls in a delicate ballet. The rhythmic cadence of Ibrahim's breathing, steady and sure, resonated against her chest, a comforting lullaby in the stillness of the night.

Yet, despite the serenity that enveloped them, a tempest raged within Mehak's soul. Her heart, heavy with the weight of sorrow and loss, cried out in silent anguish, tears tracing silent rivers down her cheeks. She felt the weight of her despair pressing down upon her, threatening to suffocate her spirit."I have lost everything in life," she whispered, her voice barely a breath against the vast expanse of solitude that surrounded her. "Nothing left for me."Her words hung heavy in the air, a mournful lament to the emptiness that echoed within her.

 And yet, even as despair threatened to consume her, Mehak could not shake the presence of Ibrahim beside her. His slumbering form, nestled against her chest, seemed to offer a fleeting respite from the storm that raged within her."Why is this man not leaving me?" she mused, her voice trembling with the weight of unanswered questions. "He has taken everything from me, stripped me bare of all that I held dear. Why does he insist on keeping me by his side?

"Tears continued to fall, a silent testament to the pain that gnawed at Mehak's heart. She felt as though she were drowning in an ocean of sorrow, the waves of anguish threatening to pull her under with each passing moment. Yet, even as she struggled to find solid ground amidst the turmoil, a glimmer of desperation flickered within her soul.

"He does whatever he wants with me," she murmured, her words a bitter lament to the injustices of fate. "Why does he insist on keeping me here, tethered to him by chains of his own making?"In the depths of her despair, Mehak reached out to the heavens above, her silent plea a desperate cry for deliverance from the abyss that threatened to consume her.

 "Help me, God," she whispered, her voice barely more than a whisper in the darkness. "Help me to rise from this hell, to find a way out of the darkness that surrounds me."And in that moment, as tears mingled with the silent whispers of the night, Mehak surrendered herself to the embrace of sleep, her dreams haunted by visions of a tomorrow bathed in the light of redemption. 

For even in the depths of despair, she clung to the fragile hope that somewhere, amidst the shadows that threatened to engulf her, there lay a path to salvation.

In the tranquil cocoon of slumber, Mehak drifted through the realms of dreams, her features softened by the gentle embrace of sleep. Half an hour had passed since Ibrahim had closed his eyes, seeking solace in the sanctuary of rest. 

But as dawn began to cast its first tentative rays upon the world, he stirred from his reverie, the warmth of Mehak's presence drawing him back to consciousness.With a languid stretch, Ibrahim blinked away the remnants of sleep, his gaze falling upon Mehak's serene countenance. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he beheld her delicate features, bathed in the soft glow of morning light.

 Leaning closer, he pressed a tender kiss upon her nose, his heart swelling with affection for the woman who lay beside him.To his delight, Mehak stirred from her slumber, her eyelids fluttering open to reveal eyes as deep and enchanting as the ocean itself. Ibrahim's smile widened as he watched her awaken, her gaze meeting his own in a moment of shared intimacy.He leaned in once more, pressing a gentle kiss upon her cheek, his lips lingering against her skin in a silent declaration of love. But to his surprise, Mehak's reaction was not as he had anticipated. Instead of returning his affections, she turned away, her expression clouded with anger and confusion.

"Are you blushing?" Ibrahim inquired, his tone laced with amusement as he sought to lighten the mood. But to his dismay, Mehak's response was swift and sharp, her words cutting through the air like a knife."Why would I blush?" she retorted, her voice tinged with bitterness. "Girls blush when they like men. And I assure you, there is nothing about you that I like."Ibrahim's heart sank at her words, the weight of her rejection crushing him like a leaden weight. For a moment, he struggled to comprehend the depth of her animosity towards him, the chasm of misunderstanding widening between them with each passing second.

"Won't you like me? Or my touch?" Ibrahim ventured, his voice barely a whisper as he searched for some semblance of understanding in Mehak's eyes.But instead of softening, her expression grew only more resolute, her gaze filled with a coldness that chilled him to the bone."No," Mehak declared, her voice firm and unwavering. "I hate your touch, and I hate you.

"The words hung heavy in the air between them, a stark reminder of the distance that had grown between them in the wake of their shared suffering. And as Ibrahim looked upon Mehak's impassive face, he realized with a sinking heart that the rift between them may be far greater than he had ever imagined.In that moment, as the first light of dawn painted the world in hues of gold and rose, Ibrahim found himself grappling with the painful truth that perhaps some wounds were too deep to heal, and some hearts too broken to mend. 

And as he watched Mehak turn away from him, her features hardened by the weight of her pain, he knew that their journey towards reconciliation would be a long and arduous one, filled with trials and tribulations that neither of them could have ever anticipated.