TIA
I sat on the terrace, as I recalled what all happened today. When he drove us back to home, the silence inside the car was thick and unbearable. The crushing silence emerged from all sides of me as I turned my head to look at him.
He sat across me, driving calmly, but his body language told me that he was not calm crom inside. His fingers tapped on the stearing of the wheel as he drove.
Arsal's jaw was set, his dark hair was in disarray and the upper two buttons of his shirt were undone. He looked unruly and wild. Just like a predator who was trying to control his urge to kill his prey. And I knew very well that if I was not there, then Arsal surely might have killed Danish.
Once again my mind went back to Danish. How he had crowded me, cornered me and overpowered me. If Arsal
