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TWELVE

WARNING: Mature Content Ahead. Read At Your Own Risk.

Qindeel doesn't remember the last time she felt herself. Since that night, she wasn't herself and everything felt numb. The world kept on moving around her numb self.

Being with Junaid made her realise what love is, and she knew she doesn't deserve him and his painting made her realisation confirm. But she was too selfish to leave him.

Looking at her reflection Qindeel just stared at her dull, tired and pale form. Tears welled in her eyes. Her body lost all it's muscles making her skin and bone, the food as if lost it's all flavour or was it her taste buds which are dead with all its use. Maybe it's the second one. She thought.

The door creak open intrupping her thoughts.

Another customer.

She sighed as the man entered, making his way towards her. He stood in front of her, with cold eyes, he stared coldly in her eyes, making her squirm. His tall and broad self made whole room small and congested. She felt suffocate.

He moved towards the bed and started removing his coat. Qindeel wondered why he was here, his whole aura was filled with richness. A man like him was not for a place like this and to be more specific to even meet a women like her.

They didn't shared any words which she was glad even talking to him seemed expensive.

She whimper when he thrusted inside her roughly. The bed clamour at their movements as he holded her hands above her head.

Qindeel didn't like the intensity they were sharing, his forehead rested on hers, he was staring deeply into her eyes. He slowly mumbled against her lips.

"let go." He said in his deep voice.

As if he was saying this for her or for his pleasure all Qindeel remembered was she let the all the tears spell out while he kept on fucking her roughly as if her tears encouraged him he moved faster.

After what felt like eternity he finally stopped. Qindeel lay on the bed staring at the ceiling as she always did after everytime her job was done. The man wore his shirt while staring at her.

Going towards the small table beside the bed where his watch was kept, wearing it. He finally spoke.

"how old are you?" Qindeel looked at him slowly getting wincing at the pain.

"T-twenty two." She said as she holded the blanket tightly around her legs. The top she wore shielded her from his eyes.

Nodding his head the man left the room.

After awhile she got up slowly moving the bathroom. But suddely the door slammed open making her flinch.

Sarah ignored her dishelved self and glared at her.

"You are nothing! He don't deserve you!! I know girls like you just like to play with other people's feelings." She said yelled at her angrily.

"W-what are t-talking about?" Qindeel muttered.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about. You are nothing, I don't know what he sees in you. Look in the mirror and remember who you are. This is your identity. Never forget that. He deserves someone who can give him a better life, which you can never give him." Sarah let it all out breathing heavily.

Qindeel soon realised her intention of coming to her. Giving her a smile she replied.

"I hope you are feeling better now." Sarah's glared soften making her confuse.

Why isn't she reacting?

"I don't know who deserve better or who doesn't. What matters is who love. I love him and I know sometimes it's not enough but what I can do is to love him with my everything and I believe one day we'll be together. I don't care what you say or others. It's not you who will be with us."

Sarah stood still not knowing what to say, keeping her gaze on the ground she slowly mumbled. As Qindeel her way towards bathroom.

"you are a whore."

"So what? Can't I be selfish and think about what I want?"

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This chapter was short. Cause I didn't get much time. College life is hard.

Anyways, please let me know what you thought about this chapter and what you think about the story so far?

XOXO. Bye.