The sky had worn the dark cloak of the night where the stars were twinkling. Cyra's eyes were peering at the sky through the window of his moving car.
For once, she didn't even try to look beside her to see him, who was driving the car. She had now started despising even being under his presence, but she knew she had no escape from it. Not until, she would reach ‘that only way’ to escape from all of this and from him.
“Are we going to act like we don't know each other?” Cyra heard him speaking, breaking the silence between them.
Turning her head, she looked at him.
“Do we really know each other?” She questioned him back, whose eyes were focused on the road. Every angle of his face was perfectly sculptured. From his jaw to his facial features…. everything about his looks was impeccable
