Third Person POV

Please have mercy on me this time. Please save me this time.

Repeating this mantra several times in her mind, she runs as fast her legs allow. Two plastic bags are dancing aggressively, which she is carrying in her both hands. 

She'd have bought them yesterday. Why is she so lazy?

She curses herself.

Enters into the building,  she runs through the door like it's an emergency case that needed urgent attention. Employees around the gray marbled lobby give her a known look

"You did it again. You're hopeless". 

She lands her palms on the brown reception table, panting as if she has return from a desert after a decade.

The cardigan is wrinkled around the edges, white snickers are covered with a thick layer mud but she looks rather presentable, somehow her scarf survived while her maniac marathon.

Gulping down half of the water from her bottle, she calms her racing adrenaline rush. The clock is ticking correct at eleven past twenty-three. Today she breaks her own record. She is late by four hours and twenty-three minutes - the longest time she took to arrive. This is the fourth time in two weeks she is late.

Mr. Henderson will surely bury her alive today. She is doomed.

"I see you've arrived." She jolts up, hitting her forehead under the table. "By an hour late Miss Khan. Careful there."

"I-I'm so sorry Mr. Henderson. I-I actually. My alarm didn't ring and Ammi didn't wake me up either." She whispers the last line being embarrassed at her clumsiness, rubbing her wounded forehead. 

He furrows his eyebrows glancing at her appearance. She throws the dirty tissues into the bin. She has tried to clean her shoes as much as she could.

"You're so hopeless Warina." He chuckles. "Send the reports of case 41 in my cabin after an hour and don't mess it up." He playfully warns.

Warina has been working for Oliver Henderson for last two years and two thousands blunders she 'd occurred yet he has never raised his voice at her let alone fire her. Despite being the topper of the university she failed to keep the jobs at any business industries only because of her clumsiness and stupidity.

She might be twenty years old but by nature she is a two years old toddler. Her bubbly and cheerful personality is striking. With her glee she can paint the environment with joy in mere seconds. She is the solo reason why Harmony feels more like a harmonious place than a hospital smelling fennel, diseases and deaths.

Though she works as a receptionist, with her positive and energetic attributes towards the patients and staffs she really has made this mournful building a better home for the convalescents. In spite of her innocents gaffes, she has been loved by everyone - a true angel she is.

Eliza walks to her table with a notebook and few files in her hand. She sighs in relief seeing her already at the desk. She thought it would her last day at the hospital. Her clumsiness always goes overlooked and she thanked be more thankful as Warina still survives here.

"Girl I totally thought Doc is gonna scold you this time." Eliza keeps the files on the desk and hugs her.

"I thought the same." She says. "Are you free at the lunch break? I've something to tell you." A paper on table has been scratched with ink horribly - a habit Warina whenever she overthinks or over-stressed.

"Nahi yaar. (No man). I've a heart operating training session with Doc. But after that I'll hear you. Ahh! There goes my thirty seconds of freedom." She complains checking the time. These days pressures of being a doctor is really giving her a headache. "I'll see you later and stay out of trouble."

Eliza. Eliza Akbar has been the only person who's been coping up with Warina Khan a.k.a queen of maladroit. They have been best friends since pre-elementary. She's the only friend she has and a put all her faith blindly on her. They stick together beside each other through thick and thin. Being the only child, she always wanted a sister which she found in her and Warina couldn't be more grateful to Allah for bringing Eliza into her messy world.

In the next hour she writes appointments and attends few calls. No matter how much clumsy she can be, when she puts concentration in a particular work. This is the only time she does no mistakes.

Her stomach is growling louder and louder. It's lunch time but she never liked to eat without her so she decided to skip lunch but famished stomach isn't helping her either. The last meal she had was two butter toasts and a glass of milk in the morning. She is the champion of foodies yet she has managed to stay in her average figure as she has high metabolism and she takes an excellent advantage of it.

She searches her bag for any snacks. A packet of cotton candy catches her hand. A glee cracks her lips. There has to be something in her bag to eat always. She tears the plastic pack from the edge and starts eating cotton candy and lost herself in her favorite novel - The Great Gatsby by F.Scott Fitzgerald.

...

A sleek black Lamborghini stops in front of Harmony. A man in a crisp dark navy blue suit takes off his sunglass, putting on fancy spectacles. He checks his look in the rear-mirror and steps out of the car but not before affixing a gun into the back of his pants. He climbs the stairs of the building like a king.

 Entering the a lobby he notices a girl with a baby pink head-cloth is stuffing cotton-candy while smiling idiotically reading a book.

He walks to the receptionist, "Is Doctor Henderson available?"

 He asks in a strong tone but she is too engrossed with the novel that she didn't realize his presence. This irks his cooler temperature. He isn't someone with infinite patience and certainly doesn't tolerate ignorance from others, especially when he is the one talking. He roughly cuffs on the hard table to announce his presence that makes her startled violently.

"Allah miya! (Oh Lord!)" She exclaims, pressing the book on her throbbing chest. "You scared me!" She takes deep breaths in and out.

Bloody idiot!

He thought. He keeps his lips in a thin line, adding more to his stony expression. He doesn't seems to dwell with such behavior. No one raises his or her voice at him ever and this right here just did what pisses him. He has already killed her three times in mind. 

Crossing his arms against his chest, he stands without any further word. He is the most intimidating male species she ever encountered with.

"I'm sorry. I didn't want to freak out but you're so scary." Her eyes widens at her own statement. She hits her head lightly. She always blabbers when anxiety kicks in. "I mean to say you scared me a bit. Actually a lot. Anyways welcome to Harmony. How may I can you?" She presents her best cheese smile to him. But inside she is terrified. And why won't she? He has the aura of dominance.

"Oliver Henderson." He just speaks two words but it's enough to give her goosebumps. His deep authoritative tone feels more scarier than the screams of ghosts in horror movies. His presence is hammering pressure in the light environment.

"Y-your name please." She denies to show her nervousness. The more she will let him intimidates her, the more she will feel discomfort. She tries to replaces it with a smile.

"Dante Armane." He stares straight her face. He notices beads of tension sweat has formed on her on semi covered forehead, evident of fear flickering in her though she isn't showing it. She grasps her book further tightly, keeping her calm. 

An evil smirk caress his harden face, knowing his effect on her. This is exactly what he desires - manufacture immense fear in hearts of the people, the fear of The King.

"Just a sec. Hold this please. I'm checking." She chirps. Instead of keeping the books and cotton candy on desk, she hands them to him unknowingly.

Her little stunt dumbfounded him. For a moment he didn't realize what just she did. He still stands  quiet, watching her. His rage is raising bit by bit. She clearly has no idea who is present front of her. 

Only if she'd have the slightest hint of his identity, she'd have run for the hills by now or worse, suffer a major heart failure. 

"I'll shoot her anytime now." He murmurs to himself.

"I'm sorry sir but you name isn't showing in the list." She plays with the scarf ends. "Aye Raab! (Oh Lord!) I must've forgot to enlist you. I'm so so sorry. I again did another blunder." Now she's hanging an inch away from bursting to tears. Her frantically stumbles on the computer, trying to find his appointment slot.

"Dante! What are you doing here?" Oliver says in half confused tone. He hardly visits him and that along at the hospital. He notices her watery eyes. Has he done something to her?

"Is everything okay here?"

"I'm sorry Mr. Henderson. I did a mistake again. I forgot to enlist this gentleman's name." She apologies. Though he never scolds her, she feels extremely guilty to make mistakes as if she is taking advantages of his good nature.

"It's not your fault Warina. Even I wasn't aware he was coming. Relax." He gives a sweet reassuring smile. "And what are you doing with cotton candy and The Great Gatsby, Dante?" He asks amusingly.

"Those shall be mine. I'm sorry." She snatches them nervously from him. His lower jaw might break from the pressure he's been putting on it. He isn't a man of tolerance but somehow he managed not to lash out at her. There is something in her soft brown eyes at he can't really comprehend clearly. There is life, hope and innocence in them which he forgets exists.

"In the Cabin." He growls being irked on the verge of exploding. As he walks away, Oliver lets out a heavy laugh which he was suppressing for so long.

"For the first time I've seen him less violent. You're really something Warina." He follows Dante to the cabin, leaving her completely clueless.

Soon after she has been alone, she stares blankly at the white wall, trying to analyse the incident happened a while ago.

Who is that man?

"What happened babe? You seem shaken." Eliza grabs her hand. She has just finishes her training class. She has straight comes to her to give her the ear she's promised earlier and also to have lunch with her.

"I've no idea." She mumbles discombobulatedly.

...

"What the fuck is wrong with your phone? I wouldn't have to tolerate that annoying bitch if you've just answer my calls." Dante barks as soon as he enters Oliver's white polished cabin.

"Are you familiar with the word 'relax'? And don't call her names please." Oliver says sternly.

"Why? Is she your Mozlim whore?" He rolls eyes in exasperation.

"Dante!" He yells. "Mind your tongue."

"Whatever."

The motive of his coming all the way to the meet him isn't very settling for him. He can't wish for something good behind his presence, every time he talks to him, either for his selfish reasons or he needs something from him - are both similar in a way. He is very unknown how everything changed, how he altered so far from the man he once knew and how he became a complete stranger. 

"John Miller. That bastard is on the loose and as far as I've been informed his daughter is admitted here. She is under your treatment. Morgan, if I remember correct." He nonchalantly utters.

He can't believe his ears. "She is just a eight years old kid. What the fuck are you thinking?" This man sitting in front of him is absolutely merciless and inexorable. He achieves his motive at any cost, not stopping on at anyone's account.

"You know I'd have just sent few men for it but only because for you, I came here myself. So, either let me do my job or watch your hospital burn in flames." He crosses his left leg on his right and joins his finger tips together, like a diamond shape, smirking like a king. "Choice is yours brother."

"She is a cancer patient Dante. What will you do with her?" His core is shaking thinking about all the possibilities he is capable of.

"Feed her to Thunder or burn her alive. I'll think about it but it'll be an interesting method, I promise." Oliver's eyes just burst out hearing him. "Oh bother, please don't worry, it'll be all occur at her bastard of a father's presence. Less painful. Say what?" 

The inhuman smile is sticking on his lips as glue. He feels nothing. He is a true definition of Lucifer. The remorseless. The unstoppable. The King.

"You'll do no such thing brother." He warns him though he is internally shivering, seeing his animalistic side. He has been witnessing this as long as he has been witnessing him for so long but can never get used to. Every time it's all new to him.

"Who asked for permission? I'll do the honor to myself." He stands up, buttoning his suit and head out before Oliver could react. He immediately runs behind him. He can't let him do this cruelty this time.

"Damn you Dante." By the time he reaches the lift, it has been already been closed. He has to reach there before he does. He rushes to the stairs like a woman searching her lost wedding ring. He is panting and sweating but he don't care. He needs to stop him at any cost. He stumbles thrice on his shoe lace. 

"Fucking shoes!" He quickly takes off them. Throwing them away, he run barefoot.

The elevator tings at the twelfth floor. He steps out of it, marching straight towards his mission with determination of accomplishing what he has sworn to.

"Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you sweet Morgan. Happy birthday to you." A song hit his ears. Following the lead, he comes in front of a room, decorated with balloons and ribbons. There are some children and staffs celebrating Morgan's birthday.

Among the small gathering, his eyes land on that petite girl he met earlier at the reception. She is singing and her face is beaming brightly like sun rays. He momentarily observes her every move. No one has notice him yet now.

She hands the little girl a plastic knife. They together accompanied by others, cut the chocolate cake. She broadly giggles when one kid rub frosting on her cheeks, in return she sweetly hugs that kid and also kisses his chubby cheeks.

The tiniest shadow of smile reaches Dante's cruel lips, but he soon discard it as soon as he realize the sin he was about to do. That slightest hint of genuinity knocks his door, his demons eat it with a single gulp.

"Eliza dekh na is kambakdt spray ko kiya huya. (Eliza, can you check what's wrong with this stupid spray)?" She is trying to spray the snow spray but it isn't working. 

She shakes several times but it's of no use. "Surely you bought a faulty one Ari." 

Warina tries again and again. It's not working. Snow spray is Morgan's favorite and seeing her sadden face, her heart breaks. "I'm so sorry, princess. I should've checked it before buying. But how about I'll bake you a strawberry shortcake tomorrow?"

She cheers up hearing the offer. She surely knows how to bring a smile back on the angelic face. Her heart sulkens when she got to know about her disease. She can't understand, why fate is so cruel to innocents. Everyday she prays for her recovery. although she knows there is very little percentage of survival but daily she hopes for a miracle but guess what? Such miracles are fictions, in real life miracle doesn't exists. 

Death is something the utmost truth of being alive. Since birth, everyone knows they are going to die because they live and death sometimes comes very early and takes away those who aren't really deserving to lie six feet under the earth, being perishes away by time and then only exist in memories. The moments we create with them. The time they were with you. 

"Um, sorry but who are you?" Eliza asks Dante, who is a step back from the room. Her question falls the spotlight on him and every eye present in the room looks at his direction. Seeing him there, Warina wrinkles her brows. He isn't supposed to be here. 

"He's the man I was talking about." She whispers in her ears, trying to look anywhere but at him. She can feeling being intimidated has returned once again 

Morgan keeps a piece of her birthday on a paper plate and walks to him dragging her oxygen cylinder. "Would you like some? It's my birthday." She holds it up as far as her tiny arms allows.

In front the a three and a half feet baby, he is a giant from the Jack and the Beanstalk. Her chubby cheeks are tainted with frosting along with her tiny nose. Everyone smiles seeing her sweet offering except one, Dante.

They say babies are most innocent being with purest of hearts which ferocity of the corrupt world kills with such brutality that innocent becomes only a myth. 

The oxygen pipe in her nose loosens and her breathing gets heavier. Noticing her unusual movement, Warina paces instantly at her while others got busy serving foods to the kids. Before she'd help her, he bends down and fixes her tube, something he is even surprised to act upon.

"Are you okay, princess?" She rubs her back with care.

She nods. "Thank you, uncle." 

She rushes to her friends when they call her, keeping the cake on the nearby table. She doesn't know what to say to him. She just stares at the door, blinking rapidly and repeatedly taps on the tip of the spray. 

"Are looking for anyone? May I help you?" She knows it's better to walk away silently but she really wants to know why he is here. There is something about him, she wants to crevice, badly. 

"I'm here to t-"

"DANTE!" An ear-wrecking yell jerks the entire floor. Oliver is burning in hot flames of fury and worries has weakens his pace. 

The impact of the shout brushes her off guard, her index finger squeezes the spray tip forecely and white foams spritz at him. The black suit is covered with lumps of foams and a bit reaches his neatly shaved chin. 

For a moment the environment has been veiled pin drop silence. The sound of breathes echo on the floor. Everyone is momentarily numbed, especially Warina. She don't know which was more horrendous- Oliver's scream or her reaction.

Oliver marches at his direction with complete determination of stopping the heinous crime he is intending to occur. 

Dante's fist tightens more, knuckles are turning paper white. The little control that he had left earlier has been replaced with rage. 

"You fucking bitch." He promptly chokes her in iron grip with one hand and another one is positioned at her temple, holding a revolver. "What fuck is your bloody problem, huh?"

 Her brain takes longer to process what is happening and when she realizes that her lungs are out of air, consciousness returns in half death brain.

"A-I c-can't...b-breathe." She muffles. Her mouth is open a Perch fish, trying to suck in oxygen.

No one dares to move from their position. They are just watching being paralyzed. They can't decide the actions to be taken. The shock of the scene has a very high voltage and the strange and unknown fear has piled up rapidly.  

His vaguely pulls her on toes, supporting her weight by one hand. Her light olive skin is extracted from the circulation of blood, leaving her face paler with a blue undertone. Tears washing her puffed cheeks and agitation has stops her pounding heart.

This is her end.

"Leave her damn it." Oliver orders. "You're killing her, Dante."

On the other hand, Eliza asks others to take the kids out from the room quickly. She is more vulnerable than Warina but she has to stay strong to save her best friend. "Sir, please let her go. Please." She begs joining her hands together. They didn't take the chance to step forward by a step being afraid he might pushes the trigger. 

She isn't struggling anymore. She is welcoming death with any terror, knowing she won't be escaping this death grip she utters, "Please." In a mere audible tone with a last ray of hope to see another day.

For the first time a pair of hazel eyes meets the stormy grey eyes which have wreaked havoc in her life. He was right - her eyes are full of light of life indeed but by the force he has gripped her throat, it is draining away that light, shoving it off lifeless just like his. A pair of glistening eyes pauses his act of evility. 

Why can't he just pull the trigger? 

Why his hands aren't following his command?

He wants to know the answers desperately. This isn't the first time he is about to shoot anyone but sure as hell this is the first as ever he is having second thought. He is questioning his actions. This doesn't feels right.

"If next time you crosses my path even by mistake, I swear I won't hesitate to fill your thick skull with bullets and I mean it, bitch." He presses the gun harder.

As he impels her on the floor, her suffocated lungs are fighting to inhale heavily. She offers gratitude to her Lord to bless her an opportunity to live again continuously. Eliza rushes to her, caressing her to ensure she is alright and Oliver runs behind Dante, who just storms away but he couldn't catches him. He knows it's futile to talk to him right now anyway. He walks back for checking Warina. 

Eliza somehow calms her shivers. Oliver does a thorough check up of her condition and orders a chilled lemonade for her. 

"I don't know how to apologize to you but I'm heartily sorry for the idiotic stunt that my brother pulled earlier." He is very ashamed that he fails to meet her innocent eyes. He didn't think Dante to lose control like this.

She collects herself together and sighs deeply. "Don't be sorry doctor Henderson, please. The fault is entirely mine. I sprayed the snow spray and for me his suit got ruined. This all happened because of my clumsiness." She says. "He has every right to get mad but yeah he erupted like a volcano though and that was fearful"

Her cheeky smile reappears again, bringing relief in others. Anyone in her shoes either would've cried an ocean or be traumatized. But again it's Warina, being unique is the definition of her name. She knows how to handle stressful situations and once it's over, it's done for good. Crying and increasing the blood pressure regarding past events won't do any help. 

"He's your brother?" Eliza asks with astonishment. "You mean biological?"

"Yeah." He nods.

Brothers? How these two men with the difference of sky and ground can be actual siblings?

Warina thinks.

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