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The chaos of the court and morning hearing, the clients ran here and there with their prosecutor

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The chaos of the court and morning hearing, the clients ran here and there with their prosecutor.

A new day a new start but for me it's never a new start.

I started talking to Arsam.

Last night after our conversation I slept in his arms peacefully.

Arsam was right when he said that pain in love gives peace.

I feel safe in his embrace but I cannot forget what he had done to my brother.

I snapped out of my thoughts when Peon told me that my client had arrived.

I asked him to send them to my cabin.

As the client entered they started explaining their case.

After 25 minutes of understanding everything about their case.

I excused them for hearing they also went from there.

I was walking in the corridor when someone grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the dark room.

I cannot see the person's face but I could feel that it is a woman's touch.

The darkness of the room scared the shit out of me.

“Welcome Mrs. Khirad Arsam Khan” The feminine voice echoed in the room.

“Asli, what are you doing? Open the door” I screamed loudly.

“You cannot always win dear” She said while laughing like a devil.

“Why are you doing this?” I asked her.

“Because I don't want you to succeed in everything you want” She said her voice laced with anger.

My breathing has become abnormal.

I just can't stay in this dark room anymore.

“This is your punishment for doing bad to my sister” She said and tied my hands.

“I didn't do anything. I don't know who your sister is, leave me” my voice cracked at last.

“Your husband knows not to worry” she said and went out of the room, closing the door.

It is a store room but there is no window, no lights, only a door.

Why does it always have to be Arsam reason for my suffering?

I cried helplessly.

My hands are tied but not my legs so I started banging the door.

“Open the door, please open the door” my voice echoed in the room.

No one answered me.

I started taking short breaths.

I don't have my phone with me.

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