Chapter 70

Shehryaar opened his eyes as his mouth opened in heavy breathing. His body was covered in cold sweat.

Nightmares.

It was always the same.

He never knew that he could have dreams or nightmares. He only slept three to four hours: enough time to allow his body to rest and have a dreamless slumber.

Swallowing hard, he rubbed his eyes and sat upright. Instinctively, his hand went to his right side and found the place empty and cold.

He squeezed his eyes shut and sighed deeply.

She wasn't here.

Of course she wasn't.

She was only in his mind now: sometimes coming in his dreams and then ending up in his nightmares.

He quickly jumped out of bed and strode to the bathroom. A cold shower was in order. It seemed to be the only thing to relieve him. He stopped himself from thinking about anything.