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Omaiza wokeup with a nightmare, she was shouting and gasping for breath. From outwards it looked like something was stuck in her throat, she was choking on a scream.
She tried to open her eyes but it was as if she couldn't. There was a heavy burden on her eyelids. Something was sticking her crusty eyelashes together. Whiteness coating the lashes from dried tears.
She heard someone's voice and then a warm body engulfed her. She coughed and spluttered but eventually calmed down as she inhaled the familiar scent surrouding her. Her body relaxed automatically, she knew who held her.
It was Yaman who was holding her, she knew by the familiar touch and the scent. She whimpered, she didn't want to open her eyes. She shook her head in denial as he urged her to come back from her tormented sleep.
"Open your eyes Maizee.." She felt as he gently called to her but she kept shaking and coughing with difficulty to swallow the bile in her throat.
"Maiziii.." Another plea from Yaman felt on her ears.
For sometime she went back to sleep and then she sat up ramroad straight as Yaman rushed back to her who was talking on the phone near the door so it didn't disturb her sleep.
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He immediately came near her and gathered her into his lap throwing the phone away.
"Maize...." He whispered leaning into her as she sat shaking and whimpering.
As her body registered his hands touching her everywhere so did the reality came rushing back to her.
Her parents were no more.
And people, oh people wouldn't stop spewing venom into her ears. They were saying Yaman crashed onto them on purpose.
That he didn't want to be associated with a worker's daughter so he — killed them.
He wanted to appear noble and superior as he now was about to take an orphan as a wife.
The great Sethi's...
She tried to scramble away from him as the pain in her heart made her double over but he held her firmer.
The words kept spinning behind her eyelids runing as a nightmare and she vomitted all over his legs and shoes.
She only managed to avert her face last minute. Yaman didn't move, he rubbed her back. He kept reassuring her that everything will be alright.
Her pain hazed brain wasn't registering his words. She kept wailing, crying and dry heaving.
She saw him lifting her and taking her towards the bathroom.
He made her stand in the shower and soon the jets were spraying warm water on them.
Omaiza was not feeling the warm water, nor she was aware that she had vomitted mostly on her.
Yaman undressed himself, leaving his black boxers on and then came near her doubled over shivering body.
He didn't have courage in him to remove her clothes. He couldn't watch her in this condition.
