HER BROKEN HUSBAND

CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR

"There always are two sides to a story. No one cared for my side!"- Zulekha Akram.

MEANWHILE ON ALL GIRLS TRIP IN MADRID, SPAIN...

A 10.

A literal 10 on 10.

That's one of the many ways one could easily describe Zulekha Akram.

Only and only when it came to looks.

Nothing else.

Starting off with...

Her extremely long and heavy locks of hair.

They were ebony black and a bit way too silky. Hair so beautiful that it could easily put Rapunzel to shame.

Then came her large brown eyes that were nothing short of fetching.

Eyes that had been accentuated a bit way too much with the use of fake lashes and extensions.

Not wanting to mention, her rose bud lips that were heavily glossed with the most daring shade of red, which easily caught anyone and everyone's attention even from literal miles away.

Trying to delve into even the miniature details of her Korean like skin, would easily lead to literally anyone questioning their entire life's existence.

Glass like glowing skin that had however been layered and layered with nothing but tonnes and tonnes of well-done makeup.

Last but not least...

Came her perfectly sculpted cute little nose.

Followed by an even better carved or should I say curved body.

A figure nothing short of a literal hour glass.

One whose each and every curve was brought out by the most figure hugging dress ever.

Lounging in one of the most expensive seven star hotels in Spain, Zulekha elegantly sipped on overly exorbitant red wine as she very much absent-mindedly listened to her circle do what they did best.

Gossip!

Their so called gossip or should I say 'tea' arraying from the crème de la crème to the very bottom of the barrel.

As the 'tea' got hotter and hotter, it of course got to a scalding point, meaning it wasn't long before a name was very much inevitably mentioned, which caused Zulekha to instantly down the entire glass of wine down her throat.

That name.

That so called name.

The name of her Husband.

Hisham Hosseini.

Rudely ushering for a waiter to get her another glass, which she quickly chugged down followed by another and another and just as she was about to grab the entire bottle for herself, her friend Stefaniya quickly tried to stop her by saying...

"Please! Its been years, Zulekha!"

Hot tears immediately stained her eyes and a few even trickled down her face and as soon as a loud sob escaped her lips, she quickly got hold of the bottle and chugged half of it down.

Nothing but extremely sympathetic looks instantly etched over each and every of her friends' faces and as soon as she noticed that, she couldn't help but chug the other half down as well.

Hushed whispers then enveloped the air.

Hushed whispers that were nothing short of therapeutic for Zulekha.