Burn the truth (ENG)

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"Zara?" Samira muttered in surprise when she saw me standing outside their door.

I put my arms around her and let the tears flow.

"What is going on?" Samira asked startled and hugged me back tightly.

"He- he-" I sobbed into her neck. "I-Imran-"

She pushed the door a little wider and tugged at my arm. "Come inside."

I wiped my tears and saw Samira frown out of the corner of my eye.

I left my shoes in the hallway as I followed Samira to the living room.

Faid was sitting on the couch with Mira on his lap, watching TV. Hearing footsteps, he looked our way. "Zara?"

Samira took Mira over from him and Faid got up from the couch. He glanced at my puffy eyes from crying. "What happened?"

My lips quivered and my eyes began to sting again. "F-faid."

He put his arms around me and started stroking my hair gently. "Shtt. Take a deep breath."

Inhale and exhale.

I sniffed my nose and let the warmth of Faid calm me.

Samira rubbed my arm lightly. "I'll bring you some goodies. That will do you good."

I lifted my head from Faid's chest and gave her a small smile. "Thank you, Samira."

She gave me a smile and walked to the kitchen with Mira in her arms.

When I finally felt calm, I pulled away from Faid and sat on the couch.

I felt Faid sitting next to me. "Zara?"

My eyes looked up and met Faid's dark green eyes.

A lump formed in my throat. "I should have listened to you, Faid."

A frown formed between his eyebrows. "What?"

"I should never have married Imran." My eyes rolled to the wooden floor. "I should have listened to you."

Faid held onto my shoulders and forced me to look at him. "Zara, I don't follow." His eyes looked at me concerned. "What happened?"

"He played me, Faid." I closed my eyes as I felt a tear escape from the corner of my eye. "Imran was married all along."

Married.

I gave a humorless laugh.

Was our marriage valid at all? Could I still call it a marriage? If not, how can I explain the relationship between us? What are we to each other then?

I held my hand to my forehead. It throbbed hard and painful.

"Married?" Faid hissed furiously.

Samira came and stood in front of us with her hand over her mouth. A plate of cookies in her other hand. "Imran was already married?" she asked in shock.

I nodded slowly.

"Motherf*cker," Faid swore angrily.

"Faid!" cried Samira, startled and looked at Mira who was happily playing with blocks.

Faid gave the innocent Mira on the couch next to us a quick glance and let out a deep sigh.

"F*ck," he muttered in frustration and ran his hands over his face. "F*ck." He got up from the couch and went to the garden. It was early morning and the sky looked clear.