As the morning light streamed through the windows, Zara stirred from her sleep, only to find herself alone in the cold, untidy bed. With a heavy sigh, she sat up, her weary legs protesting as she attempted to stand.
Momentarily unsteady, she braced herself against the bed before summoning the strength to move forward.
Slowly, she made her way to the bathroom, her hand trailing along the wall for support.
Upon reaching the bathtub, she sank into the warm water, allowing her sore muscles to relax under its soothing embrace.
Emerging refreshed, she dressed herself and ventured to her daughter's side, where Sana greeted her with a bright smile.
With delicate hands, Zara lifted Sana into her arms, feeling the weight of her daughter against her chest. As Sana nestled closer, her gaze fell upon the dark blue mark adorning Zara's neck.
Curious, Sana's tiny fingers brushed against the bruise on Zara's neck, a silent reminder of the events of the previous night, Zara met her daughter's gaze, her eyes filled with a mixture of love and determination to protect her precious child
Moving to the couch, Zara settled in, cradling Sana close as she began to breastfeed her.
In the quiet moments that followed, mother and daughter shared a bond forged in love and tenderness, finding solace in each other's presence amidst the challenges of the day ahead.
Leyla entered Zara's room with a tray of breakfast, her eyes scanning the surroundings as she approached.
The sight of Zara's torn clothes strewn on the floor and the dried damp spot on the bedsheet caught her attention, causing her brows to furrow in concern.
Setting the tray down on the table, Leyla approached Zara with a questioning look.
"What happened?"
she inquired softly, her gaze flickering between Zara's disheveled appearance and the telltale marks on her neck.
Zara met Leyla's gaze with a weary expression, her voice tinged with resignation.
"Rahim happened,"
she replied simply, her tone betraying a mix of emotions.
"He was here last night, and all of this..."
she gestured to the room,
"...was his doing. I suppose he left in the morning."
Leyla nodded in understanding, her expression reflecting a mixture of sympathy and concern.
Moving to the couch beside Zara, she gently took Sana into her arms, showering the little girl with kisses.
Sana's laughter filled the room, a joyous sound that brought a smile to Zara's lips despite the turmoil of the previous night.
Together, they found solace in the simple happiness of being together, a mother and daughter united in love and laughter amidst the trials of their reality.
As they sat down for breakfast, Leyla gently broached the subject, her tone thoughtful yet firm.
"Zara, perhaps it would be best for you to come out and face Jannat,"
she suggested, her gaze meeting Zara's with a mixture of empathy and encouragement.
"We can't let her think that you're afraid of her."
Zara hesitated, her brow furrowing slightly as she mulled over Leyla's suggestion.
"I... I need some time,"
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Descent into Darkness:Rahim Shaikh Saga
Romance●18+● Putting his finger under her chin he made her look up but to only meet with her shut eyes. Wanting to see her eyes he moved his mouth towards her ear and commanded her in a very low voice. "Open your eyes Darling " Remembering what was told to...
