"Winds have seen past,
that's why they dread over future."

Her eyes turned hard as she ran her eyes over every news article she could find. Gathering them up all together she aligned them in her scrap book according to the correct dates and began writing down the date and report in huge letters. This was another holiday she had taken from her work. Her article was going to be published in today's news. She knew she did worked hardly. But there was something else she was working along side.

Her grip tightened on pen as she looked onto her report. Baraq occupied most of her time on the weekend night so she did best thing she could do. Searching for the missing people's article. Every article was followed out with unnecessary details or details disconnected from the actual scene. Only if she could have a way to solve it.

Her eyes narrowed on the particular on the first article she could gather.

16 August 2022
A nine year old went missing in the evening hours.

The never said where, when, how, what, why? It just reported how the girl went out for playing and never returned. Something was utterly weird about missing reports. They was a puzzle missing. Air whoosh over her clever mind. But the darkness of night pitied over her fate.

Layla wasn't fighting against her fate. She was fighting against someone unknown. Eyes narrowed on the pictures and articles she has gathered. Caressing the edges over the pictures, she sighed and closed it.

Shadow loomed over head and a breath ran fanned over her neck. Her breaths stilled and blood ran cold.

Long fingers caressed her loose tendril making her jaw tighten. A hand circling around her waist pulling her into him.

Wriggling in his hold, she snapped,- "What do you want Baraq?"

"You know from the second I breath that it was me behind you. Mhm, this is so silly of you, Habibty." She gulped down a lump on his words.

She cursed herself, knowing it was her fault to not know who her husband was. Marriage wasn't a child's play, and she was a fool to trust Baraq.

"You were the one who said my husband never cared about anything, what if you are taking advantage of it?" Melodious laughter rang around her, something burned inside her and her eyes gazed over the wrinkles of his eyes, formed by smiling.

"Advantage? If I had wanted that, you wouldn't be standing here rather laying on bed ben-" Hastily she turned around and kept her hand on his mouth making him shut. Her cheeks and neck burned on his words.

She felt his lips stretching into a smirk under her palm. Narrowing her eyes she turned her back remembering what was upto before he intruded.

"Get out Baraq." She barked over her shoulder, eyes hardening over every information she is reading.

"Without me, you will not able to do. Whatever you are doing." Switching his leg he leaned on her shoulder glancing a look at the information she gathered.

"I don't even want your help." Her brown clashed with his gold ones. Cold against mirth.

Cold wind brushed over their forms.

Straightening he stepped back as his heart decided to beat like his life depends on it. His keen eyes followed darkness around them.

"Why do you work in night only?" His lips muttered the question as he caressed the curtains over the window.

"Why do you come in night always?" She questioned instead. Too busy in her work to even bless him with a glance.

"Night belongs to me." Stretching his hands over his head, he yawned answering.

"Why?"

"There's no answer to your why." He answered in trance walking over to her bookshelf. Skimming his long fingers over the book spines. Why? Why he liked the darkness? Why he was here with her in the night? He couldn't answer. He could never found answer for these questions.

His eagle eyes caught the black shimmering veil on the shelf. Eye-brows furrowed as he fisted the fabric in his palm. Something flashed in his mind. If he wasn't wrong, it belonged to the palace woman, but why did she have.

Connecting the dots, he strode to her. Anger running in his veins as he tightened his fingers around her elbow and pulled her into him. Her veil fell down from the sudden pool leaving the loose tendrils in his sight. But, he was too angry to even take a simple look of her hairs.

"You said you don't know anything about that strange woman.-"

She opened her mouth to answer but was cut off with his harsh words,- "Then what is this doing in your room."

Her eyes fell onto the fabric in his hand, eye brows furrowing as she tried to remember about where it came from. She never wore black. Never, in her entire life. She once did. Once the moon was full and she wore black. On her father's words she removed her clothes, wore white and burned the garments seating under the moonlight.

She remember the aggressive flames eating her dress. It was her favourite but not more than her father.

Baraq appeared blurry and she blinked those warm and thick tears away. Heat rushed to her face as she remembered why she was held captured in his arms. Gulping down the lump, she spoke with her raspy voice,- "I don't wear black other than burqa. I found this in my brother's room."

Baraq closed his eyes on her wavering words. Inhaling a sharp breath, he tightened his grip on her elbow. A hiss escaping from her mouth.

"You said you don't have your family. Then where did this came from?" His voice dropped. It was like he was controlling himself from lashing out on her.

Helpless. She pulled her elbow harshly away from his grip, his nails scratching her skin. Anger rushed into her brown pupils as she curled her fingers under his collars and whispered dangerously low under breath,- "I don't know what you are trying to prove or say.

When I say I really don't know where it cane from, then it's truth because I really don't know. But, if you don't want to believe me then its also fine. I am a human not a washing detergent.

Also, if you ever came into my room I am gonna smash your head against that wall." Whisper rang low in the air. His eyes staring at the blazing fires in hers.

Skin around his eyes wrinkled and he let out most genuine laugh. It was something Layla has never heard. Even his brother's laugh wasn't like this, it was loud and screeching like a horse sometimes when he faked, he sounded like a witch. But Baraq's laugh was something else. It was rich, melodious and filled with pain. How could laughter be filled with pain?

"I was wrong. That's fine. I did wrong, that's also fine. But when wrong was done to me? Was it fine?" Stretching his arms straight, he jerked his towards the ceiling as if asking The Merciful Almighty.

"Is it fine? Is it really? Everyone deserves justice then why not me?"

Layla shivered as thundered. His voice loud and scary, echoing in the room. Every vein in her body shook with fear as she stepped back sensing his anger.

"Liar." He called out to her.

Her eyes widening on his words and something deep aching in her ribs.

"I am not-" Stepping forward, she tried to justify but he straightened his palm infront of her stopping her actions.

"Save it, Layla. You said it, you aren't a washing detergent then don't explain." His voice sharp as blade cutting through her oxygen.

A/N: Trust me Idk what I am doing!!

But, I need all your support for this to complete. Just help me in completing it baki sbh mein khud dekhlungi