"No one asks wanderer, how many destination he crossed?
But, they ask if he even met his lover while wandering or not."

♤

He was the wanderer of pasts and future, his sun rose in pasts and settled in future. Most of his nights and days were spend in stealing; he stole memories, flowers, gems and a bits of time.

Tonight was like the every other night. The bright colourful hues clashed against the flaming fire. Brightening up the night.

"How many more nights would you keep spending here?" The woman asked seating on the throne kept in the middle of the hall asked.

She was dressed in all the bright hues, a person could get and the pure gold accessories just made her shine like a bright moon. But, infront of his hunter eyes she was like every other woman, he always chose to ignore.

He passed her the small pouch of five silver coins and marched to the room in which he stayed every night. He walked like he owned the place. The candle lights hallway and the walls of the betrothal glared at him as if trying to make him run away. This feeling always made his feel nothing, not even destruction.

His thing, long finger coiled around the rectangular pushing it open and stepped inside. Tonight he was in his town where he was born and brought up. Brought up? A chuckle escaped from his throat, it was dry and empty. Who brought him up? Who was his mother? Who dared to give him birth? Only if he knew the answers would have solved his problems. Only if he knew about himself, then he should never be a wanderer.

He was a wanderer because he was lost. He didn't knew who he was or to whom he belonged, he was an orphan. Lived his life on streets and wandered all along through roses and thorns.

Thorns. A sigh escaped from his life and plopped his lazy and detached form on the mattress. His brown curls fall upon his head as he thought, again wandering this time in his own world of thoughts. Thoughts, that could eat his soul and still, can't be satisfied.

The door opened again after few moments and she heard the unfamiliar padding of the foot nearing the bed, all the while he didn't even spared the soul a glance.

"When are going to go from here, Basma?" His voice held a tinge impatience as he rolled the small pebble along his long and thick fingers.

He was a lover, a lover who gave up everything for his love, just to be there for his love.

She gulped before exhaling heavily and letting out words which destroyed his soul and shattered his heart into more small pieces.

"Basma eloped away." The words held the heaviness of building pressure.

He suddenly felt drained, out of energy, out of words, out of thoughts, most of all- out of feelings. The corner of his lips turned upwards as he asked, this time patiently.

"Was she happy?" A shiver of rumble was followed behind his words letting standing girl, he was broken, again, by the corruption of human heart.

She pitied him as she nodded and let out a positive hum.

"لقد كسرتني من المكان المحدد الذي أخبرتها فيه، حيث كنت في الأسبوع."

"She broke me from the exact place I told her, where I was week."

The words fell out as an whisper of hearts as he gathered himself and stood up, suddenly distached from reality. He didn't cried, there was nothing left to cry. Was it there to cry? When she eloped happily without his care.

His steps were lazy as and undecided as he walked out with his mind numb and no where to go. He felt the blood rushing to his heart. What was the purpose for it now? Why it still needed to beat? Why? Something stung in his eyes. Tears. He wiped them with the back of his and walked out without stopping even when she tried to stop him. What was the need to stay there anymore? Now, that she is gone what was there left to be happy?

The low rumble of heart still ringing in his ears as he aimlessly walked to nowhere.

Closing his eyes he left out a shuddering breath. He saw his own breath in between the air, vanishing in the thin air. It was january cold and he was wasn't ready for it. Nobody cared to give him the introduction about how the new years started. But, this new year wasn't his to be started. It was the ending for him, another hope gone out of his reach, making him wander around the world.

His heart sinking low as he slumped against the call wall of the dry mud house. His heart beating. Closing his eyes he thought of a number and a time and soon the dark and cold night was changed into the sunny evening with warm winds caressing his body and mammatus clouds floating above his head.

It reminded him of the early summers. He don't know where he was this time? Where he teleported himself, this time? He wanted to runaway from those familiar alleys and he did. He found himself on the wide, empty, concrete road with trees on either side of it and no passerby or a vehicle around. It was strange, this world is full of people, still he found himself always lonely. Whether he was in the 15th century 16th century or 21st century. He always travelled through different centuries and always found himself in new world.

Walking aimlessly he tilted his head, his hunter eyes assessing the world around as he softly walked from one road to another then to another. Soon, he found himself in the busy street market. Different people, different languages, young ladies laughing along themselves after saying something and pointing at the vendor. Different stalls of food. But, he wasn't hungry for anything.

The market was so busy nobody noticed how he climbed the wall and settled himself upon the book store, from where he could see everything. The sun setting down along the clouds or the woman arguing for the prices or the strange girl running as if her life is on fire, he saw it all but the later part intrigued something in his heart.

Not, because she was running. But, because she was wearing the same thing, the women in his culture wore and here, at this time and period where he found himself, no one wore it. The burqa. The women here were wearing colourful modest clothes but not burqa.

He tilted his head seeing her running so fast, his eyes couldn't leave her form for even a second and he noticed how her bracelet fell on the ground. Curiosity got the best of him as he stood up and ran, jumping upon the other roof to cover the distance. He was following her like a wind but she was gone leaving behind the precious piece of her's.

The sun was already gone and he jumped from the roof walking to where her bracelet has fallen. His fingers softly curled around the pure gold bracelet as he scrutinised it with his eyes. It had a chain and a small palate with words carved on it in Arabic.

Layla.

It read. He rolled it among his fingers, with the only thought to return it back because somewhere in his heart her tears disturbed his already broken heart, he doesn't know why he did. But he knew this accessory was not for him to stole. A soft smile caressed onto his face as he softly traced the name with his thumb. His mind yelled at him to sell it and earn some money for his survival buy he was already too much engrossed in his agonizing over the eloped lover to think straight.

He don't know why he kept it only to return back; but, this was the first jewellery he didn't stole in his life.

Ayo!

1st chapter I hope you all enjoy it!!!