How majestic is the work of Your hands, Oh, the Author of our lives, El-Elohim!
The most beautiful of them are the eyes of my beloved which have swallowed numerous galaxies

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Her

The booming slam of the door makes her heart shiver in terror as she leaves everything that is in her hands and rushes to catch who treated the poor object this way.

A shiver runs down her spine when her wide eyes spot the man of her dreams standing right in front of her. Although he's so familiar to her; can never be unknown to her soul, she can't recognize the look in his eyes that screams rage and her soul trembles at the anguish it brings forth.

The atmosphere is underpinned by the man's grace within the walls and the air turns heavy because of the intimidation he releases through his aura.

"Adam?" She almost whispers out of terror that has her seized yet she can't act pathetic.

"Why did you do that?" He grits out each word with such intensity that in a second, she catches the meaning.

"A-Adam, I-I can explain..." She steps ahead to speak further when he shakes his head in denial. He is in no mood to listen to her even though he was the one who questioned.

"You better not make any excuses." Eyes ablaze like the magma wanting to rise above the surface and the look in them is sizzling to her soul as he pins her right in her place, warning her not to come closer or she'll be burned to the core.

And her very soul shivers at that look. Adam has never been this angry as well as hurt. Yeah, the painful melancholy is still there in his eyes but the rage has overpowered everything.

She is afraid of even moving her tongue before him and her heart palpitates like it will burst into pieces if he continues to look at her with accusation in his eyes. His eyes condemn her like a murderer standing behind the dock.

"You hid all this from me!" He says the obvious, "How could you?" As he asks the question laced with hurt that only he can feel and the One who lives inside him, her breath gets stuck in her throat. He almost begged with such anguish that tears brimmed her eyes.

"How could you lie to me?"

"I'm sorry..." Her voice is audible only to herself but he catches the syncing of her lips and shakes his head like mocking her sorry.

Does she even know how badly it hurts? She has no idea how much he is bearing after losing his heart and standing in front of her with a hollow chest. His ribs are broken, blood gushing out and he will die if he continues to stand before her because to him, at this time, she is none other than the one who has tortured him to this point.

"You're not." The smile that spreads on his lips is scornful, an acid poured upon her quivering heart.

"Adam, please, trust me—"

"Trust you?" Her lips fall shut as he mocks her again. "I did, and what did I receive? A betrayal?" She can't make herself speak after what she has been hearing. He is right. Somewhere she, too, knows she has betrayed his trust.

Adam scoffs at her silence. "You've lost it." And with that said, he turns to leave.

Getting caught by the sudden rush of vulnerability, she stumbles ahead to stop him even though she has lost every right to.

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Adam doesn't stop, in her mind; in her memory. But surely in the real world, he has no other way than to stoop beside her and worry about her.

He looks down at Evalena who is crying softly, holding her chest. Her hand grips the silky sheet like her very life depends on it. Her heart is palpitating, going crazy. Fat salty fugacious tears keep leaving her eyes. Her skin gleams under her own perspiration as she becomes weary and terrified because of the nightmare that plays in her mind.

Adam gently pats her cheek, saying, "Wake up, Eva."

But she doesn't listen to him. She is busy mourning over something or someone whom she doesn't want to leave her alone.

"Don't go," she begs as her whimpers reach him, confusing him.

Adam wonders how painfully the person has been choking her in her dreams. He watches her, writhing like a fish out of water. Her grip goes deadly, strangling the satin sheet between her fingers. Upon her chest, where her heart resides, she wishes to shove her hand into her chest, break every barricade that separates them, and she wants to caress her heart which is in utmost misery like perishing but begging to let it beat, no matter what.

His eyes soften. He worries about her. "Get up, Eva!" He stresses, holding her wrist and pushing his thumb between her fingers to break her grip and let her hold him instead.

She mewls, "Please, don't leave." She holds his hand firmly, bringing it closer to her chest.

It gets unendurable to Adam and he scolds her lightly to rouse her up. Two or three tries break her killing nightmare and she quells sobbing, eyes shooting open.

Adam sighs like getting to draw breath after a long time. His fingertips gently draw the dark strands of her hair away from her face that clings to her skin. He tenderly beholds her, descending into the depth of her eyes and what meets him is only hurt.

She stares back at him, into his eyes, as if trying to search for something. She confusedly gets up and delicately cups his face. She brings him closer to her eyes and slants her head with a sigh of relief that eludes her lips after making sure the man—her man—is right beside her.

Adam lets her do anything she likes because, to him, she looks lost.

And indeed she is. She is lost in his eyes, deep into the thick honey orbs. Her sun rises in them, they are too alive. Their shine is like life to her body. She wants them filled with warmth, love, and care. For her or anyone, it doesn't matter. But not raging inferno that will burn her, not even molten anguish that will choke her.

"Eva?" He calls her name softly, breaking her trance.

Now when she has assured herself that he is close to her, she looks down at her lap. "I'm fine," she says and leaves the bed because she knows what he would ask and she isn't wrong, at all.

But he doesn't let her. He holds her hand and pulls her back, in his arms. Dismissing her funny reaction as a gasp escaped her lips at this unanticipated pull, he wipes away her tears, saying, "Whatever you saw, forget it. It was just a dream."

He speaks up all with such softness and assurance that she forgets what caused her anguish in her dream. His warm eyes make him look like a son of dawn as he bestows her with their pleasant warmth and sweet concern. Hunter eyes carrying flames ablaze search for something in her forest eyes but his touch has planted another forest in her mind and she is incapable of thinking properly.

His palms cup her face and the touch is soothing to the core. Her heart is sheltered under huge wings and it doesn't tremble anymore in fright. She has lost herself somewhere in the depths of his honey eyes. The closer he tips his head towards her, she can't help but release a sigh of relief.

"It doesn't matter who leaves you or who doesn't. Just remember my vows to you. I will never leave you."

But to her, in her nightmare, he didn't know he was the only one she was begging not to leave. However, she has no idea of anything but just the touch and proximity of her husband. He is close, he cares, he is worried about her and he is her husband, this is all that concerns her.

"Thousands may go and thousands may come but I will never leave your side, Eva. You can share everything with me." Does he love her already? She's too quick to be convinced; her mind is so hungry for the confession. "Anything that bothers you. Your pain is mine, too. Why should I stand guilty before my Lord for not caring about the woman He gave me?" She searches for love but finds so much care and sincerity in his eyes.

He gently wipes away a tear that escapes her right eye. The tip of her nose is pink. Adorable she is in his eyes and she makes him smile.

"You won't," she assures him, "It was just a bad dream and it shall never come true."

"As you desire, Doctor." He leaves her face and pinches her nose playfully.

Got taken by surprise, she mewls, holding her nose and it makes him chuckle. And she is enchanted by the catchy sound of it. Something tickles her chest as she watches him with dripping tenderness in her eyes. They hold so much. So much that it is becoming hard to hold up. Someday it will become so unbearable that every emotion in them will rain over him and will douse him up.

She is so much in love with him but he doesn't know. She wonders how is it possible when he has mastered reading eyes. Especially hers. Everyone knows then why not him?

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Evalena paints her lips with sweet and scented gloss. They luster. The shade is rosy. It enhances her lips like they are wine-kissed. Wet and plump, she prefers them that way. He used to call them mushy in his way and she remembers but maybe he doesn't.

Her eyes follow her own hands as she holds a glass vial of mascara and fetches the brush to kiss her eyelashes with it. They are inky and she looks prettier. Then comes a bit of blusher but she halts with a sigh and looks at Adam through the mirror.

He sits behind her on their bed. His mobile is in his hand but eyes are set on his wife. He watches her doing her make-up and says nothing. Meanwhile, it has been blasting fire in her cheeks ever since he set his gaze upon her.

"Adam?" She calls him, wondering if he is busy thinking.

But he is not. He hums, still watching her. He has caught the blusher in her grip but she is not putting it.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" She asks, forgiving how her heart skips a beat and her cheeks heat up in a moment.

His brows corrugate in a confused manner. "Like what?" He questions cluelessly. So he doesn't know, does he?

Like you want to drown in me to search for my soul and make it your captive.

She looks away, putting down the blusher. According to her, rosiness is already blooming on her cheeks. No blusher can give such an effect. Natural, too, isn't it?

"Nothing." She sighs, getting up to hold her bangles and glide them down her wrists.

Adam frowns. "Don't hide," he says, voice a bit commanding yet gentle. His gaze lands on her hands as she quits for a second as if registering in her mind what he just said, then resumes slipping down the bangles.

He notices that the color matches her kameez; fresh mint. Her eyes are a darker shade like young poured leaves. Her lips are as rosy as juicy cranberries. Her inky eyelashes frame those emerald orbs. Those freckles on her sun-kissed skin are charming and she has no idea that overall, she is just so beautiful.

"I told you something about sharing, didn't I?"

Evalena holds an earring to wear and just like that, she avoids answering him. She doesn't know what to answer him because she doesn't want to tell him what her mind has already said.

He frowns deeply, his hunter eyes make her swallow. But still, she is uncompromising in her decision.

"Okay, don't tell."

She holds the second earring to adore herself when she finds him staring at her once again. This time, with more intensity his gaze alone is influencing enough to hypnotize her into nothingness. Her momentum stops and soon, she doesn't know how to wear an earring.

However, her companion is there to help her. He reaches her in a few steps, pushing his mobile into the pocket of his blue jeans. He takes the silver jewelry from her, his eyes catching the sight of her henna-cladded hands. The color blooms on her skin and her nails are painted light pink, adorned with pastel flowers.

She inhales deep into his alluring musk as he stands close to her. The whiff of his cologne hits her sanity. His touch on her skin is burning yet soothing and in a few seconds, he steps away.

The loss of his warmth and touch brings her back to reality and she watches him leave the room. As the door closes behind him, her eyes go back to her own reflection and the earrings catch her attention.

Last time the pendant, this time, an earring.

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After bidding goodbye to their family, they are at the airport, waiting for their flight. Adam is attending a voice call while Barak and Evalena sit separately, busy with each other. They talk. Barak tells her his school things.

"You know again I have a lot of questions for Daddy."

He swings his short legs as he sits beside his mother, wondering when he will grow up and if his feet will touch the ground when he sits. Like his mother and father.

Evalena tugs a wisp of her hair behind her ear. Her earring jiggles. She looks down at her child and hugs his side. He loves such gestures, she knows it well.

"You're a very bright kid."

He chuckles. He lets his head rest against her arm as he falls close to her. "Daddy says the same. He has answers to my every question. I love listening to him."

"Indeed, my love." She sighs. "You're so like your Daddy."

He breaks the hug all of a sudden and stares at her with his big curious eyes. "Not my eyes," he says, holding her hand. He pushes up the bangles, just like his father does. Evalena can't help but notice it.

"Yes." She then bends a little to whisper into his ear, "But don't tell anyone that your eyes are more beautiful."

"Really?"

"Yes!"

They giggle together, their bodies bending like normal. Their heads bump into each other and the gentle hit makes them giggle harder.

"But, but, Mamma!" He raises his hand, catching her attention as he continues, "I caught you looking into Daddy's eyes often!"

And that's enough to make her blush. Her eyes widen as the truth chokes her. She coughs a little to act normal.

"That's o-only because I wonder about the color of your Daddy's eyes. Your eyes are my favorite."

The confession brings a grin to his face. "You could've asked me or Granny! She told me Daddy has amber eyes. They are so wonderful!"

"Indeed," she whispers.

"But Daddy also likes your eyes." He pulls his brown bear backpack into his lap by holding the ears stitched to it.

"You think so?"

"Yes. He keeps looking at them."

"And I didn't know that, my little prince?" She playfully tickles him. He giggles again.

"I'm not lying! This morning I asked Daddy and he told me he likes your eyes. They're sooo beautiful!"

"Oh." She bites her bottom lip. Her words cease but her heart is getting more excited to listen to him.

"Yesss!" He grins, and a dip is visible in his cheek. "I told this to my buddy—"

"Who?"

"Uncle Ansel."

"And?" She doesn't want it. Maybe the entire country knows what's in her heart for Adam.

"He said you guys flirt." He looks at Evalena, unable to notice the rosiness on her cheeks. "What does it mean, Mamma?"

She swallows, not knowing what to answer the innocent kid. About Ansel, she knows how naughty of a guy he is but she wasn't expecting him to joke with a kid like this. Nothing troubles her heart more than this confusion to answer the kid what, when her husband interrupts them.

"Eva, Dean is here."

His wife is grateful for this interruption. She looks behind, finding the men.

"Dean?" She smiles brightly as her eyes fall upon the man behind her husband.

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A/n:- Yes, things between them are pretty messed up bc of their past. Something tragic happened and it haunts Eva more than Adam. You wanna know the story?

Gosh! I'm so excited to write their past!

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