~~•Thirty two•~~

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As soon as she slid the door of the bathroom, her eyes widened in awe of what was in front of her. Her father's house was also considerably big and beautiful as he was a prominent rich figure in the business empire but none could win against the mansion of a crazily wealthy heir of the landlord of a whole province. They use money like leaves. The notes of cash acted as amusing jewelry on their hands. No doubt, like the rest of the house, this washroom, too, screamed luxury.

It looked like an oasis of serenity. It felt like every detail was taken care of to give an exquisite atmosphere. The floors were of ceramic tiles of faint dark grey color. The walls were beatified by the same colored squared marble tiles. Her stare took in the sight of the beautiful white-colored round bathtub, which was placed on volcanic stones. On the left, the vanity and double sink were situated. The back wall of the the sink also had a large clear mirror. Behind, two transparent glass doors contained the shower. And lastly, a seperated corner had an ensuite area where just a while ago, she ordered Nina to place her suitcase.

Andaleeb stood in front of the vanity and looked at her reflection. The earlier peace of mind that she got from the calm environment of the bathroom was again pronounced when she saw herself as a bride. It again made her recall Aurang and then how she was snatched away from him by that cruel man. This caused a jolt of anger rose through her veins. Many memories of Aurang crossed her mind. Breathing heavily, Andaleeb placed both of her arms over the sink. But she was amazed when she suddenly saw Aurang in the mirror behind her, praising her as he always did in the past.

By posing as a good husband and patient lover, Masab wanted her to fall into his trick and forget the one she loved. After removing Aurang from her life, he wished to do the same with his memories in her heart and mind as well. But she would never let him do so. She would make an example of hatred so that one day, her love for Aurang would win and that man who had forcefully made her his would see a defeat.

The fury increased so much that didn't realize what she was doing. Andaleeb harshly pulled away her earrings from her soft earlobes; the pain was underwhelmed by the rising resentment. After somehow getting done with jewelry, her next target was her bridal dupatta. But in front of so many pins that were used to tie that heavy dupatta over her head, only calmness and tolerance were required, which had no link to Andaleeb right now. Somehow, she managed to remove all the pins and get rid of this annoying dupatta.

However, in madness, one of the long pins got grazed against her palm. A loud screech followed by a gasp left her mouth when she felt a sharp pain. The slim and pointed end of the pin had definitely buried in her flesh and soon, blood started pouring out. It must have cut through her artery. Andaleeb's breath got stuck in her throat when she saw so much blood. What did she do? But every time she remembered about Aurang, she couldn't stop her anger at that guy who murdered him and separated them.

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