Chapter 215

Something inside him shattered in the most beautiful way. Without a word, he closed the distance between them, pressing his lips to hers in a deep, desperate kiss. All his fears, all his hopes, he poured them into that single moment.

He couldn’t promise her anything at the moment, not tell her that it wasn’t easy escaping death, that even the biggest of warriors had to succumb to death.

But at the same time, he couldn’t break her anymore. Warmth and presence was all that he could offer.

***

The golden rays of dawn seeped through the tall windows of Khan villa. Ayleen sat at the breakfast table, her fingers absently stirring a cup of tea. Her gaze drifted from one face to another. Berat laughed softly at something Hanum said. Rania scrolled on her phone. Even Ibrahim Khan sipped his tea with his usual composed demeanor. No one looked at her. No one said a word.

It was her birthday.

Not that she expected a grand gesture. But a simple “Happy Birthday