"The dreams which once were cherished,
Now lay abandoned and tarnished."
♤

The flames of acceptance won't start burning. She was trying to make herself accept the reality, but who will cradle her in arms and try to console her. Who will tell her that thirst can't be extinguished with fire of a desire. It will only be calmed with liquid of flowing and fresh reassurance.

Now a days she struggled to get up for tahajjud. The world around her blurred at a point that it didn't existed for her anymore. She now stopped studying. No idea of studying furthermore pricked her skin. She now worked as a small content editor in the daily newspaper publishing company.

It was overwhelming for her to suddenly stop studying. She just stopped for a period of time. The reality torn apart her dreams and oblivion of reality only made her cry. It wasn't easy for her to get the content editor job.

But the aunt in her neighbourhood helped her out with her CV and experiences.

Layla couldn't be anymore thankful to her.

"Ms. Ahmed we need the edited material before tomorrow, asap." Her boss Jonathan, brushed his glance over her desktop and ushered her with a wave. He was tall, lean man in his fifties who has his family living in the outskirts of town. He believed telling truth is hard but important.

This law of his life made his company shut down many times. But, he was a strong willed man. The struggle of his life made his hairs turn white.

♤

He ruffled and huffed looking at the black hoody. His gaze went back and forth to his wet robes and the hoody. Muttering curses under his breath, he swiped away the hoody and the jeans from hanger out of the shop.

His magic made it easy for him to rob away things easily. Having magic was like having world in the palm of his hand. He did whatever he wanted to. Robed away the clothes whenever he wanted, having his meals in five star restaurant, pranking people, scaring them. It was so easy for him. Like a snap of his finger.

Wearing hoody wasn't hard. But he struggled with jeans. It wasn't tight and didn't stick to his skin, but it was uncomfortable for him.

Sighing in irritation he fisted his hands almost teared his clothes. Controlling his rage, he pulled the jeans, yanking away the brand card from it.

The wer robes remain on the ground, while he fixed his keffiyeh.

"I should have taken bath." Eyebrows pulled together when he remembered a place where he could have take a bath.

Teleporting himself to Layla's room he treaded to the room, where he stayed earlier.

Unsurety crawled to his throat, itching him. He doesn't know himself why he called her name out of no where,

"Layla?" His voice twitched. Somewhere a wish of listening her voice bloomed in his heart.

But, it was bright noon. And she never stayed home at noon. Noon felt too empty to her and the walls always reminded her of her things she was trying to move on.

A sigh escaped through his lips. And he didn't know, why he was not contented with the situation.

Stripping away the dry clothes from his body, he stepped in to the bathroom.

He was smart and soon he figure out how the shower works. Drops of cold water hit his bare skin and he felt relieved.

Narrowing his eyes on the products kept beside the mirror, he used only bottle from them. Which was taller than all.

His hands rubbed the body wash all over himself until the foam formed. Rinsing away the foam he thoroughly washed his hairs with the same body wash.

His wet shoulder length hair stick to his body.

Finding the towel on the mirror shelves he gratefully dried himself with it.

Wearing the same clothes, he cleaned the bathroom and rinsed away the foam from wet floor.

Satisfied with his work, he now lazily took in the room around him. Everything was same as earlier as if no one lived.

"She lives here alone?" Drawing his eye brows closer he questioned himself.

"I will change the shoes too." Sighing at his wet shoes. He teleported back to the shoe store room and found the desirable pair for himself.

Teleporting back to the infamous street of the city. Where the vendors joined together to sell their items. And the hustle bustle around him grew in chorus. It troubled him.

But, the sudden glance of the dark brown red rimmed eyes silenced the world around. Everything hushed down to a point where nothing mattered. The shoulders of passerby stumbled him but he stood in the middle of the crowd trying to get a glimpse of her.

But, he never got her one glance.

Where he moved from vendor to vendor in search if her again.

She pushed the door close behind her back, leaning on it.

Her world consisted of destroyed and broken dreams. Where once she wished to live were now abandoned to the shreds of nonexistence. Her world ended before she even learned to live.

Gathering herself from breaking apart. She cleaned herself and made something for herself to eat. Hunger growled insides of her stomach.

Her hands hurriedly worked as she made omlete for herself.

Between the bites she took, what she failed to notice was the opening of the entrance door.

She jumped on her seat when the door was slammed shut.

Fear crept to her heart and she gripped the fork tightly in her fist. She sat still, with tense shoulder until the shadow crept in the kitchen. It grew bigger as the intruder neared the kitchen.

Her eyes glued down to her unfinished place. She again avoided meeting her eyes to her own fate.

"Layla." The familiar voice brought back the rhythm of her heart. Her eyes smiled looking at Baraq infront. She almost launched herself in his arms but stopped when she saw him gesturing her to stop.

Tears lined again in her eyes. It was not new to him that she cried alot.

His mind screamed the words, which his throat restricted to let.

"I live for the desire of you loving someone, may you love him like a lover, may he be snatched from you, may you leave in  devastation."

His mind screamed, screamed the words he never spoke. Because his heart consoled him with, "Its not a smart move to blame someone, who has lost their whole world." He stayed still and quiet. Holding her gaze, he doesn't know what she lost, but looking at her eyes, he was reminisced his own loss of his world.

The eyes were too filled with tears, someone must have lived their, something must have died there.

With this thought in his mind, he slowly vanished into the thin air.

Her vision blurred and she knew he again vanished before she could do anything.

Living her alone, like everyone else. The grip tightened to the extent that her knuckles turned white and breath grew shallow.

A/N: I know there are many grammatical mistakes. But once this book will be completed. I will work upon this book and polish the content in it.