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She lay in bed starring at the cieling. Silent tears flowed from her eyes. Her eyes were so sore she couldn't even wash her face before wincing from the pain.
They were bloodshot and tender to touch. Crusty white substance sticked to her lashes.
After yesterday she didn't have the will to getup from the bed anymore.
There were already two knocks at the door for breafast and she turned them away.
The thought of food gave her nausea. Her stomach couldn't bare it. The pool held no fascination for her anymore as well as the beautiful garden.
She thought about the days with her parents. When they didn't have enough to eat, when only sacrifice she had to do were meals of two time. Her being shockingly oblivious to love or seperation from her parents.
Her only worry being not having enough food to cook for both her parents and scoring highest marks in the exams.
That all came to an end with Yaman's entry into her world.
He introduced her to friendship, kindness and love.
He made her live in a fairytale.
She inherited a mother figure in bari amma as well as a job to be the independent women and fulfill her dream. A comfortable lifestyle for her parents, that was her only goal.
Then he introduced her to his family.
They painted her as a target.
His mother not on board with a servant's daughter as the next martriach of their estate.
Her nephew and niece killing her parents.
Snatching the fairytale from her hands.
So now that Yaman wasn't in her life anymore.
And she didn't have anyone to lose. She was free to live.
She just didn't know how to start living anymore though.
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"You are a bloody idiot." Haim threw the ipad onto the coffee table with his pictures highlighted on the cover of a highly reputed entertainment magazine with Sofia.
"Are you in your bloody senses, you are fucking married, what's the meaning of all this??" Haim came to grab his collar and wanted to haul him out of his chair.
"Haim.. Haim.." Emaaz entered the room and immediately seperated the two.
Yaman fell back into the lounge chair, his eyes still fixed on the magazine's cover.
"Emaaz .. I.. .." He started but Emaaz raised his hand to stop her.
"Whatever the excuse, it's not big enough to erase this scandal. Plus no one is going to beleive you. It could have been a business dinner but her touching you intimately doesn't help your case at all." Emaaz said with his teeth clenched when he closed his eyes in pain.
"You might be the hotshot famous singer now. Your album might be number three globally but that doesn't mean you automatically get a pass to be a bloody cheater." Emaaz said and anger swirled inside of him.
"I am not a cheater. I didn't cheat." He roared standing up from the chair when Haim and Emaaz both shook their heads at him.
"Good luck explaining that to Omaiza when you both resolve things. Although it pains me to say this but not giving her access to a phone doesn't mean she's not going to get wind of this." With that they both turned to leave but Emaaz stopped at the door.
