In the opulent halls of a grand palace, love and loyalty are put to the ultimate test. Amidst royal duties and hidden agendas, two people navigate a web of deception and passion, discovering that the most dangerous betrayals often come from within t...
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I woke up as the sunlight hit my face. My head was once again in pain because of last night. My back pain was increasing day by day. My hand was burnt and it burned like hell.
I got up slowly and went towards the bathroom to freshen up myself. I carefully took a shower and wore my clothes. I wore a simple white salwar kameez that was printed.
I flicked my hair to dry them. Then I blow dried them. I clipped half of my hair at the back of my head with a claw clip.
As I turned to grab my dupatta my eyes fell upon Zayan sleeping peacefully. Tears gathered at the back of my lids remembering his actions last night.
I feel like he has two different personalities. The first that he shows to his family and the second which he shows exclusively only to me. He is totally opposite of what he portrays himself in front of his family.
I control myself from bursting out. I felt hatred. Pure hatred while I stare at him. After disrupting my emotions, he was sleeping so peacefully. I hated him for not giving me a chance to explain myself.
I went downstairs after I calmed down a bit. I went into the kitchen to find it empty. I mentally thanked my luck to not make me face someone when I was at my lowest. I decided to make a cup of tea to ease my headache.
After making the tea I took it to the lawn in fresh air. I sat on the swing. I looked up at the sky. I looked at the birds flying so freely in the air.
They were so free. So free of the sorrows of life. They had the choices to make their opinions. They weren't caged like me. They were not restricted like me.
Unknowingly, a tear escaped my eye. I remembered my family. I craved the love and warmth I got from them. Some more tears fell from my eyes, followed by the whole river of tears.
In a matter of time I was crying hysterically. I was crying remembering what I had endured. What I have to endure. What I have faced and what I will have to face. My life was unplanned from the day I married him. I had dreams that I couldn't complete.
Suddenly, I felt a pat full of warmth on my head. I looked up to find Abbu standing before me. Looking at him, I remembered my father. More tears freed themselves from my eyes. Abbu sat beside me.
“Why are you crying bacha? Did something happen with Zayan?”, he asked, wiping my tears.
More tears escaped my eyes upon hearing his name. I nodded my head in denial.
“No, I just missed my parents but I got carried away”, I lied.
Abbu forwarded me a tissue. I held my hand out to take it but he grabbed my hand softly instead of giving me the tissue. I looked at him to find him looking at my burnt hand.
“How did this happen?”, he asked, his eyes turning dark.
“I burnt my hand while making sheer khurma yesterday”, I lied again while hanging my head low.
