When Sibel reached home, the first thing she did was check on her father. Seeing him asleep peacefully, she felt a wave of relief wash over her. A small smile tugged at her lips, but when she glanced at the table, her heart sank. The lunch she had carefully prepared for him was mostly eaten, but some of it had been spilled on the floor. A tear slipped from her eye as she quietly went over to clean up the mess, trying not to wake him.
After tidying up, she took the plates and bowls to the kitchen, washing them with a heavy heart. The sight of the unfinished food made her worry-had her father been too weak to finish his meal? Was he getting worse? The thoughts weighed on her as she went to freshen up.
Finally, she lay down on her bed, staring at the ceiling. The events of the day replayed in her mind, and she let out a long sigh. "Aishhh, Sibel, are you a phabo or something?" she muttered to herself, cringing at the memory of what she had blurted out to Kabir. Embarrassment flooded her, and she squeezed her eyes shut, wishing she could take back her words.
"Ahhh, Appa, I never share with anyone... Ah, Sibel, you should've kept your mouth shut!" She groaned in frustration, rolling around on her bed as she replayed the scene over and over. The way she had lost control, the vulnerability she had shown-it was all too much to bear.
She buried her face in her pillow, feeling her cheeks burn with embarrassment. How could she have let herself get so carried away? She had prided herself on keeping her emotions in check, on not letting anyone see how much she was struggling. But with Kabir, it was different. Something about him made her walls crumble, and now she was left grappling with the aftermath.
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It was the day of Parisa's engagement, and the whole household was buzzing with excitement and last-minute preparations. Everyone was busy getting ready, finalizing details, and making sure everything was perfect for the evening. The air was filled with the scent of freshly arranged flowers, the clinking of dishes being set, and the occasional flurry of laughter.
Miraal, however, had overslept, waking up at 4 PM to the sound of Zoya's frantic voice echoing through the house. "Miraal! Get up, we're running late! You need to get ready, fast!"
Still groggy, Miraal quickly got out of bed and rushed to get dressed. She chose a stunning black long gown, her go-to for special occasions, which perfectly complemented her usual edgy style. She did her signature smokey makeup, adding a touch of drama to her look, and finished it off with a bold maroon lipstick. A spritz of her favorite perfume, Versace Bright Crystal, added a finishing touch to her ensemble.
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Satisfied with her look, she descended the stairs, her heels clicking against the marble. As she reached the bottom, she saw Behlul waiting in the living room, already dressed and ready to go. He looked dashing in a white kurta shalwar paired with a silver coat, his usually relaxed demeanor replaced by a more formal air.
