Description
"Tell me something..." he whispered, as he trailed his finger down the scar on her neck. She shivered in response, and flinched backwards. He moved forward, forcing her to the wall. He placed his hands on either side of her. "Tell me Ms.Zoya Siddiqui, how did you get this scar? Did it hurt?" She nodded her head in yes, not understanding why he cared. Her eyes darted back and forth, but his clouded eyes were closed. "Really?" He snarled, he snapped his eyes open, his hands whipped forward with one on her waist, the other on her neck, covering the scar. He dipped his head down and pulled her head forward. "Well, I'm about to make things a lot more painful for you Ms.Zoya Siddiqui". Aditya Hooda has spent years haunted by "Zoya", the name his dying wife, Pooja, leaves him before her last breath. When Pooja's mysterious death brings these two people together, their connection unravels a truth no one is prepared for. This is a story of what happens before, between and after it all. -------------------------- Disclaimer: I'm a new writer here, so please forgive any mistakes or inconsistencies. I'm still ironing out my writing technique. Constructive criticism always welcome! And thank you for checking out my story!
Prologue
