"Is she ok?". He asked when the doctor came out of the emergency room

"Can I ask your relation to her?". The doctor asked frowning

"Do you have to?". He asked stern watching as the doctor looked unsure with his usual coldness, "I am her cousin".

"Don't you have any idea that she was being abused and traumatised?". The doctor asked

It took him a moment to register the words, "Had been?. You mean she was abused even before and not just today?".

"Yes! She has similar marks of abuse all over her body and even some of the sexual abuse with some more that looks like she made them". The doctor explained in details, "We checked her files from other hospitals and she had been in and out but no one ever reported it for some reasons".

He knows the reason well enough. It was because her husband was powerful enough to influence anyone at a small cost.

"Is she going to be ok now?". He asked feeling his heart on fire

"She should be. We can heal her physical wounds in a few days but I can't be sure about her mental health. She is very young to witness all of this". The doctor said sighing

"Young?". He asked confused because he did consider her young but never thought into it

"She turned 18 last month. I don't even know who did this but they have to be some mentally unstable to beat someone this way. It's getting way too common these days which is scary because the seriousness of it is ending". The doctor said looking through her file," She is unconscious because of blood loss and the trauma from the fight she put on. We are running some more test to be sure about any other injury. We will inform you if there is anything more".

He pulled on his hair punching the wall beside him as his anger seem to only get heavier. He knows he is an angry man and his anger is the worst but he always has a valid reason for it.

Why was he shaking this bad because of a woman he just met?.

He stayed on the cold chair waiting for the next couple of hours for her to shifted into the ward and he knows he has to hide her away from her husband as if he finds about this it won't end well.

Instead, he needs to hide her from everyone.

"When did that bastard married her?". His voice held the menacing as he spoke to Waqas on call not being able to stop himself from wondering

"I thought I told you that you will receive no such information from me". Waqas said blankly as he was asleep and woken by his call at this late hour, "Why are you obsessing over her life?".

"I am not obsessing. I was just...". He stopped as he didn't have anything to say so he cut the call knowing Waqas is useless for now

He wonders if she was abused in the village and those were her previous offender or was there something he was missing?. If she turned 18 last month it means she must have been married for a month, right?. There were many ongoing questions that he continued to think of and having no answer to them.

He can find the answer in less than a minute if he wants to but for the first time, he isn't sure about that decision. If he goes deeper into her hidden secret will he be able to pull out?. He knows himself enough to know if he placed his hand over something he shouldn't have there will be no going back no matter what the cost may be.

He release a frustrated grunt feeling at the very edge when he was informed that he can meet her in the ward. He took a deep breath brushing his hand on his tired face he already had a long office workday adding this event and it's continuous drama into him only tire him more.

He enters inside her room silently but the loud sound of the machines connected to her made him irk but at least it was the sound of her heart functioning properly with some other monitors too.

He walks closer to her watching the white bandage covering almost all part of her body. He knows she was beaten to almost death as the doctor excluded the fact from all the information knowing his stone face might have given it away that he might just murder the doctor if he spoke about it.

His hand clench in a tight fist as he wonders how much did she went through in that short period and what sort of pain she must have been in yet she was running for her life in all of this pain. If it was anyone else he wasn't even sure if they had that much of desire to live in the world that offers only pain.

He wasn't immune to pain, at least. He had closed all his emotions after facing his traumas but the pain was the only thing that he never managed to close off no matter how hard he tried. Pain always came back to him either in the darkest hour of the night as his nightmare or in the daylight as his memory taunting him.

He never spent a single day where he was at peace in his heart or his life. He busied himself in a never-ending circle of work where if he had a minute to spare he will find some work to do instead of having his mind run to the place that it shouldn't go into for his good.

He heard the door opening as the doctor came in with some more reports looking at him nervously.

"What is it?". He snapped after he had enough of the unbearable silence

"W-We have some more reports back". The doctor stutter

He leans on the wall crossing his arms over his chest as his face hardened more if possible making him deadlier.

"And?".

"S-She had a miscarriage". The doctor said dropping another bomb in a matter of few hours

He almost lost his balance at the doctor words and he feels the sudden urge of going on a rampage.

"She was beaten in her stomach countless times and if I am right she hit something hard that hit the wrong spot which resulted in this miscarriage". The doctor explained trying his best to choose his words wisely

He closed his eyes taking a deep breath as a deadly chuckle escape his lips, "How much worse will it get from here?. Did she happen to have any other such report from other hospitals?. Do you know how long she had been coming in and out of the hospital?".

"You are her cousin, right?". The doctor asked confused as he should know at least that much

He banged his hand hard on the wall breaking his skin as it starts to bleed but his red eyes give away that he wasn't in the mood of cross-questioning not when he is barely holding himself back.

"I asked something". He said taking two long strides standing in front of the doctor who looked pale from fear," And when I ask something I expect an answer".

"Sorry". The doctor said hurriedly, "In her reports, it indicates that she was first in hospital for internal bleeding at the age of 15".

He knows right that moment he shouldn't have asked those questions. He shouldn't have inquired about her past and those questions that will now lead him to unlock his inner beast.

"Was there ever any such report before?". He asked again barely holding his senses

"No. This is the first time but all the other times the reports were almost the same exclude the miscarriage and in some, she even had a broken leg, hand or something". The doctor explained in explicit details and he didn't want to hear or he had been denying himself from the truth

He clicks his tongue to his right cheeks snickering as he moves away from the doctor losing his sanity in the process as he punched the wall over and over again until he calmed down enough.

He turns around looking right at the shaking doctor, "Let's be clear about something, shall we?. She never came to this hospital for any treatment. She was never here with me and you never saw or treated her. Make sure all her files about today are never to be seen again". He steps closer to the doctor as his tone got harder, "I swear if even a word goes out about any of this or her, I will find you even if you are hiding in the best place possible and kill you. Am I clear?".

The doctor nodded sacred running out of the room for his life. He called his guards to make sure that everything was taken care of knowing they are skilled enough to cover everything properly.

He walks back to her side watching the blue bruises that were visible on her previously rosy cheeks now hiding them away in the most sinful colour ever. The fact that blue symbolizes nothing but pain on one soul and body made him want to end something or in this case, he wants to end someone.

He knows playing with the mind is his speciality but will he be going that far and for what reason exactly?. Her?. Why would he risk so much for her?.

He sits on the sofa while thinking everything through since she had asked him to save her he needed to do it because if he doesn't his conscious will kill him alive.

Zohra sits in her husband's car shaking vigorously knowing her drunk husband is far worse than a sane one. He had been calling her a whore from the time he had fought with the other man in the party.

She was scared for her life.

She doesn't even know why she still wishes to live after spending a life of this never-ending circle of pain but she knows she wants to live, for once.

He stopped his drunk driving in a dark part making her anxiety reach its peak as he came towards her side of the door opening it wide open pulling her out. Not even a second and a slap restored through the empty street.

It didn't stop there and she knows where and how much further it will go so she tries her best to run away which only anger him more as he pushed her hard making her hit on the few bricks that were piled up on the side of the under constructing road.

She winces in pain that went through her body as her cries starts to make it out of her lips. She begged and pleaded for her life countless times as he continued to hit her in every way possible until he starts to choke her.

She struggles to breathe as he placed all his weight over her weak body and she feels the black dot appearing in front of her eyes as she did her best in pushing him away from her but his raged eyes made her heart stop.

"Open your eyes". She heard someone says as they shake her awake from the nightmare but she needed the shaking from her life instead

She needed an anchor and that's all she had prayed when she managed to escape her husband beaten and ended up in front of the stranger car.

"Open them". She heard an authoritative voice making her shiver and shake violently as she fears that her husband had taken a hold of her again and she wishes for death more than wanting to open her eyes to see that face which ruined her

"You need to snap out of it. It's over. It's all over now". She heard the same voice repeats as she starts to shake less. She is certainly aware of her husband filthy voice because she had heard it over the years, "Open your eyes and see for yourself".

She stopped her shaking a bit as she tries to regulate her breathing hearing the strange sounds around her but she was familiar with them since the hospital is her second home for a long time now.

She took a deep breath as the doctor had instructed her she needs to do when she has a panic attack. She clenched her small hands feeling the wave of pain travel through her entire body as she finally managed to build enough courage to open her eyes.

At first, she blinks repeatedly feeling as if she woke from a deep sleep of years but then as she adjusted her eyes to the light she found a face looking down at her and she noticed the pitch-black eyes that held something in them looking intensely at her. She realises that he wasn't her husband and instead it was the man she had bumped into at the event and the one in whose name she was beaten for.

Because she was called a whore who was whoring around this man.

"Please move away from me". She said as her throat patched because of the choking her husband had given her for no reason but following his instructions, "Please".

He nodded silently with his eyes still looking at her keenly not even blinking for a few moments. She observes her condition to know how much damaged her husband managed to do this time. She took a relieved sigh when there was nothing broken at least because that pain hurts a lot.

"You don't look shocked". He spoke making her head snapped at his sound

"I am not". She said softly looking anywhere but at him

"Why is that?". He asked crossing his arms over his chest

"Do I have to answer?. Will you be angry at me if I don't?". She asked panicking at being hit by a stranger while she barely just came out of her death, "Please don't be mad at me. Please don't hit me".

"Are you--". He started but watching the fear and tears in her eyes he took a very deep breath, "I am not going to do anything that you are thinking of me. I simply wanted to know and you have the right to deny me the answers without being pressured or hurt for them".

"Is that how it works?". She asked genuinely confused

"What works?". He asked leaning on the wall tapping his feet as hearing her voice seem to work like magic because his earlier anger seems to fade away

"World. Does it work that way?". She asked frowning, "Because if I don't give my consent they won't hurt me for it?. They won't come for revenge or it won't hurt their ego to come back to get what they wanted forcefully?".

"The world doesn't work like that". He said honestly, "But it should".

"The world is blue". She spoke after they both fell into their thinking, "It is filled with pain that people give and enjoy watching the person suffer because of it".

"How many are involved in yours?". He asked raising his eyebrows

"Enough". She replied feeling her heartbeat rapidly as she feels her breathing starts to get heavy, "Why did they do this to me?".

His eyes widen as panic built into him watching her weeping and losing her breathing at the same time. He screamed for the doctor while he walked closer to her to calm her down until the doctor come here.

As soon as he reached her shaking form the doctor barged inside asking him to leave. He turns around to leave when she held his hand making him turn towards her as she looks at him with desperation, "Help me live, please".

He knows he is going down all the way for her now.