" 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐭, 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐲"
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𝐑𝐚𝐲𝐲𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐲𝐞𝐝 :
a billionaire with insomnia.
something's happened to the sunshine guy in the past 2 years that left him with a...
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— ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧ Sehmat's Pov :
what did I expected from my parents? trust?
was my fault in any of these?
literally any of these? Was it my fault that I was treating Rayyan as my patient? was it my fault that he saved my life once? was it my fault that I befriended him? Was it my fault that I hanged out with my patient?
was it my fault that kamil stalked me and clicked those pictures? was it my fault that Rayyan kissed me out of nowhere? Was it my fault that Kamil eloped?
Then why? Why do I have to suffer from all these things? Why don't they trust me? They never did, my inner conscience mocked.
They abandoned me without hearing me out! They trusted Kamil more than their own daughter. They left me at the spot. It's not that I don't have a place to go, I surely do!
But it's about the respect and dignity of being abandoned and having no one by my side.
With a lot of chaos, like my brother Hamdan beating the shit out of Rayyan, my mother giving me hateful glares, and my dad ignoring my existence. I also received looks of pity from Arsalaan Bhai, Mehran Bhai, and Lamia Bhabi.
The only ones who tried to support me were Minahil Bhabi, Rafey, and Haris. They stood up for me during the marriage. Now, I find myself married to Rayyan, not by choice but because destiny brought us together. It's a situation I never thought I would end up in.
I was at his fancy penthouse, I've been here more than twice. Right now, I'm inside his luxury room which is all white and brown coloured, designed with cream bed sheets and cream coloured velvety furniture.
sitting on his king sized bed, looking all calm on the outside while a volcano of emotions is erupting inside me. Anger, rage, and pain are all swirling around, having a meeting in my heart. I didn't knew how to react.
I was beyond tired. It's not just that I couldn't handle any more pain; I couldn't believe life had brought me to this point, leaving me feeling numb and at a loss for words.
Emotions swirled within me, but on the outside, I was cold and numb. Not a single tear escaped my eyes. Numbness is the worst feeling—it serves as a painful reminder of how unbearable the pain is, to the point where it's stopping me from feeling anything at all.
Should I be happy that I'm married to someone I like, or should I be mad because I'm married to someone I dislike ?
