Free Web NovelChapter 143: The Calming Effect Of Zyair’s Presence
Zyair was perturbed beyond words hearing her desperate voice, pleading with him. He wanted to burn all the obstacles that stood between them just to get to her.
However, he took great precautions to safeguard his privacy because paparazzi and cameramen occasionally followed him to get a picture of his uncovered face. He still wanted to throw anyone off who might be on his trail.
He first went to his office’s underground parking lot where he kept his ARCH bike. He had changed the number plate but his bike was the same.
Picking up an extra helmet Zyair entirely changed his attire. Now he was clad in all black leather and seemed nothing less than a man who had stepped out of a bike club.
He called Kail; his personal bodyguard. As soon as he picked up Zyair said.
"Swap the area, Kail, I am coming over. I don’t want any suspicious person or any paparazzi lurking around the house."
"On it," Kail replied in a robotic voice.
Zyair mounted his bike and it purred to life. So off he went hidden under the disguise of his helmet and mask.
The harsh November wind whipped against his leather jacket but he didn’t mind the cold. It always helped numb the pain he carried.
The nearer he drew the faster his heart thrashed against his ribcage. It was excited to see her again after two days, to hold her in his arms. He didn’t know how long he would have to wait after today.
Stopping the bike a few houses away from Huria’s he stepped down. This was a slightly dark area and no one was in sight. Everyone had seemed to tuck in for the night.
He began to walk and met Kail.
"Everything clear?" He curtly asked.
"Yes, Sir! No suspicious activity for now."
"Good, keep watch. If you see that asshole come here just call the Police," Zyair instructed while still wearing the helmet.
"Will do, Sir!" He respectfully stated with a nod of his head.
Zyair took long strides and reached Huria’s peaceful house. Ringing the bell he waited as Huria’s voice came through the intercom, asking who it was.
"It’s me, Zyair." fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm
The door was instantly opened by a deeply grieved Huria.
"Thank God you are here. She is inconsolable right now." Huria informed him, barely holding back her own tears.
He had already rushed inside taking off his helmet in the process and found her huddled up on the sofa, shaking with unknown fears only her heart could perceive. His heart shredded as if someone had clawed their way through it.
"Sky!" He called her out in such a protective way that her head instantly swivelled in his direction and that mossy green of her eyes shimmered with nerve-wracking angst.
"You came," she exhaled with difficulty and he knew she was unable to breathe properly due to fear clutching her fragile heart. He had been through his share of panic attacks, they were the worst.
"I always will." Striding forward he quietly placed the helmet down on the table and approached her. Lowering himself on his knees in front of her he gradually faced her.
She watched him with blurry eyes, her chin resting on her bent legs. There was this immense ache in her chest, her lungs burnt as if they were filled with fire instead of oxygen and her heart was in shambles.
Zyair gently took both of her cold hands in his warm ones and squeezed in a comforting solace.
"Breathe deeply, don’t think about anything else. Just focus on my voice."
He guided her. Her hands clutched his tightly as she nodded, filling her lungs with oxygen and letting her worries go for a second.
"You are doing great, another breath," he told her in soft hushed tones like a peaceful melody which ebbed away her fears and encompassed her heart in its calmative assurance.
Huria watched them from a distance with teary eyes but a content heart. Her fist rested under her chin. frёewebnoѵēl.com
How pure was their relationship, almost magical? They were so perfect for each other.
Skyla gradually calmed down but Zyair didn’t let go of her hands nor did he break his eye contact with her.
"I feel better now, thank you," she finally told him in a tiny voice, urging him to get up from the floor trying to lift him with her hands.
He slowly rose to his feet prompting her to do the same, she followed his lead. Wrapping his arms around her shaking frame he brought her close to his taut one in a heartwarming soul-palacting hug.
"He is gone from your life Sky and I will break his hands before I let him raise them on you ever again. Believe in your Calix," he murmured in her ear so only she could hear him.
She melted in his arms, her erratic heart had edged down and she let his slow whispers envelop her.
"I will try."
"That’s my good girl." Zyair turned his attention to Huria who was watching them with a loving smile.
"I am taking her out. No one will see her I assure you and will bring her back in a few hours," he quietly but firmly informed her.
"I trust you Mr Zyair. She is a free woman now if she wishes to go just take her."
Huria’s words prompted Skyla to let these words sink in.
Free woman.
But was she really free? Will she ever be free from the torturous memories of the atrocities that have befallen her?
"I would like to go out," she told him with bold intent which had him turning his slightly relieved eyes towards her.
She was watching him with a mixture of reverence and endearment.
"Come." Picking up the helmet he slowly placed it on her head and led her forward.
Skyla went to Huria, picked up the visor of the helmet she hugged her tight.
"Sorry, I was being a nuisance. I couldn’t control it." She was ashamed that she had worried her best friend.
"Don’t be ridiculous. Divorce is not a joke and I know how sensitive your heart is. Go now and return with a smile. You are in capable hands."
Huria rubbed her back and let her go so Zyair could take her. Skyla grabbed a cardigan on her way out and put it on.
Stepping out into the dark night, they were welcomed by the crisp taunting wind. Skyla was wearing her cardigan but some cold still seeped inside but she didn’t mind it for now.
Zyair took her to his heavy bike and only then Skyla understood why he was wearing all leather and had been wearing a helmet. She was wearing it now.
Skyla was awe-struck. The black heavy bike with tones of silver was the most exquisite piece of two-wheeler she had ever seen. She had no clue this man owned such a beauty and could ride one too.
Would she ever be able to unravel all the mysteries that surrounded him?
"This is yours?" She asked in bewilderment, her eyes flicking from the bike to him.
"Yes, and we are going for a ride on this. It’s going to be fun."
He promptly told her with a hint of pride. This bike always helped him untangle his nervousness and curb his anxiety. He would help Skyla do the same.
Extracting the extra helmet from it Zyair put it over his head. Offering her his half-gloved hand he asked in that husky voice of his.
"Are you ready to let loose?"
