Sealed with the passion of betrayal and lost love, I was lying partially lifeless in that prison. My breaths were slowly fading out, my veins were getting blue and the sun was settling again. I have always wondered why everyone said love was hurtful or duty was a messed up affair, now I know exactly why.
My honor wanted me to stand up and fight for the family, fight for Ahaan, but my Love wanted me to give up. Give up on that man who could never realise who I was.
"How could you Ahaan? You have changed so much." I cried.
"Duty changes people, sometimes for bad, sometimes for good." A rough broken voice came from the other side of the prison.
"And in the end duty fight only for honor." She added.
"What good is honor if you can't match eyes with your own self?" I questioned.
"Destiny holds the power to mend it for you over time, but if your honor goes, then destiny also quits." She replied.
"And what about the power of love that they say? Is it so immature that it can't different between reality and fakeness?" I snapped.
"No. It's not immature. Its innocent. It will bring you down and hold you up, it will burn you down and light you up, it will kill you and give you a new life but it won't know which was the part you cried in the most. Its love honey, its innocent like a newborn child, still learning, falling at its first steps but racing once he gets the right grip." She giggled.
"What if the grip it got is wrong?" I questioned sitting erect.
"Then it's not its fault, it is the Destiny at fault." She said before she began to laugh on our silly conversation.

I stood up and tried to look outside the cage but couldn't find anything.
"Who are you?" I asked her.
"Honor, caged in love." She said.
"Any name?" I asked. Weirdly, no reply came.
"Are you there?" I asked again.
"Hello? Are you there?" I kept asking but she was gone. And if this is not what awakens me I don't know what will.
"Finish your food." One of the guard yelled sliding the bowl of rice and pulses inside my cage.
I ignored it at first but then I saw something weird. I looked inside the bowl and found a pair of keys. Keys that marked my love for honor and honor for love.
I took it and hiding it inside my ankle pockets, ate the rice quietly.
Soon the guard came to collect back the bowl and left the door unlocked. I realised he was a colleague of mine from the intelligence board. Someone was trying to help me. I followed his lead and slowly walked out of my cage. I kept following him until I was at the main gate of the prison. It was locked but I already had a pair of keys which I assumed belonged to the door. I tried to unlock it with the first one but nothing happened, a guard although had got alerted with the first attempt.
I took the second key and luckily in the 3rd attempt I was able to unlock the door from that key. I dropped the keys over there and ran out. I kept running out. I was using a rough cloth I found on the way to cover my face. I was getting short of breath but I knew if not today, my life would be of no use. All my trainings will be of no use. All this was getting blurry as I kept on taking steps, skipping heartbeats and finally landed in two strong arms before my consciousness left my side.

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"Where am I?" I cried as the pain in my head intensified.
"Where do you think?" He questioned back. His head held high, and his biceps visible from his black skin tight shirt. His hair trimmed properly and proportioned from the edges. His Golden brown eyes seemed to be hiding so many emotions that for once I forgot who he was.
"Excuse me? Where are you lost?" He asked again.
I looked at his face as he bent down to offer me water. I matched his gaze and he gave me a smoothing smile. Life had never felt this peaceful in these past few months. I jumped up from the bed encircling him into a bone crushing hug. The glass of water he held in his hand had fallen down because of my force. But this wasn't even the best part, he didn't care he had got a cut from the glass. He wrapped his arms around me as I tightened my grip even more. Tears began to roll out of my eyes and he finally parted from me on realizing. He made me sit back on the bed and slowly wiped the tears.
I looked at him and smiled from the core of my soul. I was so happy I finally got to see him back. But that is when realization struck me hard. Something was pinching me under my right eye and it was the scar that Ahaan had given me which had now made me ugly. I looked away covering it from my palm. I didn't wanted him to see me with it, I knew I was ugly but I didn't wanted to lose the only one person I was left with.
"Look at me." He whispered. He was sitting on his knees, trying to match my eyes.
"I can't." I denied.
"Babe, look at me." He said turning my face towards him. He slowly removed my palm from the scar and I felt someone had put a knife in my heart.
"It looks kind of nice on you." He giggled.
I looked up to his face and slapped him playfully.
"Then have it on your face." I said punching him again.
"You know I will have it on my face if you would mention it again. You're the only thing that matters to me and I can go to any limits for that. I don't care if I'll have to actually kill Ahaan for that." He said making me realise I was in a really bad situation.
"What are you doing here? And how did I get here?" I asked him and he kept on smiling looking at me. He was adoring my face, the swollen eyes, the dusty skin, that ugly scar, every single thing.
"Humair! How did I get here?" I asked him again.
"At least you remember my name." He said taking me back in his embrace.

Now that Humair was back, I was sure I'll be able to get rid of all my troubles but I was really not sure about how I'll face Ahaan back. And with Humair by my side everything seemed so sorted I had almost forgotten what kind of hell was I coming from. He was my night in shining armor. He has always been.