Chapter is unedited. Was going through a writer's block when I forced myself to write this, so this one isn't upto the mark. But I still hope you enjoy❤️
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I always wondered how it would feel to have a sister of my own, someone who would listen to my rants, someone I could share my feelings with. When I was in my uncle's house, it was always them venting, trying to find faults in me, comparing me with Usama's wives. Not once in my life have I ever sat down with one of them as a friend there was always this distance I had to maintain.
After the whole incident with Hunaid, I was seething with rage, yet I couldn't express it, I was used to suppressing my thoughts and emotions. Keeping it all inside. Till I burst out into another embarrassing maniac episode and bit someone or tried to suffocate myself to death.
Maybe my phupho was right about me, I was actually crazy, my outbursts were. I had an abnormal upbringing, my parents they were too busy acquiring wealth and entertaining their social circle to focus on their child. My uncle never cared, all my life I had never met a genuine person up until now. And I couldn't let that person suffer because of my stupidity, who knows what Hunaid was upto, as I sat on the bed there was a knock on the door.
Jasmine entered the room eyeing me with interest. "What?" I asked annoyed, she bit back a smile, "Looks like Kh- Hunaid Khan is into you".
I rolled my eyes, the man had threatened me, kept me in the slave quarters, how could he be into me?
"Why would you think so?"
She walked closer to my bed and plopped down beside me, "Well...", she eyed my face, "He had allowed all slaves to use bathroom at any time after that show of yours and Meerab are you alright? Why did you dunk your head in the fountain like that?"
I couldn't believe Jasmine was getting excited over something as basic as bathroom, "Are you getting excited over human privileges? And no, if he liked me I wouldn't be a slave".
Jasmine chuckled removing her uniform as she walked towards her bed, "When did I say 'he loved you' I said he likes you meaning he would like to fuck you", she put one her thin white kurta which wasn't hers because it reached her ankle, " And yes bathroom means everything for me, I had to sleep with men to bath. Now I could look clean and tidy and maybe become someone's mistress. Meerab if Hunaid likes you, don't miss the golden opportunity".
I sighed, if I had an abnormal childhood, I didn't know what kind of childhood Jasmine had, it scared me the way she brushed off important matter.
Would I turn crazier after this? What level of insanity would I cross after this?
"And yes this isn't the only thing he took care of you after that episode of yours and also asked the doctor to check on you".
