Red petal || KTH

*PART 32*

Mahir sat in the hospital room, his leg propped on the opposite knee. He leaned back in the chair, staring blankly at the ceiling. His personal doctor was reviewing Mahir's file, flipping through the pages.

"Are you regaining any memories?" the doctor asked, glancing up from the file.

Mahir poked his inner cheek, lost in thought. As he remembered the flashbacks from the previous day, but he kept his face neutral.

"No, there's nothing I remember," he lied, his tone steady and unreadable.

The doctor's gaze narrowed, his expression stern. "Nothing at all?"

Mahir nodded, trying to maintain his composure. The doctor sighed, then tapped his pen on the report before him.

"Alright, we'll review everything again next month. Your next appointment is scheduled for then," the doctor said, handing Mahir a form to sign.

Mahir took the pen and scribbled his name at the bottom of the paper. The doctor took it back, gave a curt nod, and left the room.

As the door clicked shut behind him, Mahir exhaled slowly, He knew he shouldn't lie to the doctor about his memory. It's true he had once chosen to ignore the past, But deep down, he had this unshakable drive to uncover what had shattered his life.

He sensed that his uncle and Murtasim were hiding something critical from him, something that could explain everything. They were keeping him in the dark to protect him from more pain.

"I've been trying to ignore it, but I can't anymore," he said, frustration evident in his voice.

He clenched his fists, and spoke in his deep voice. "I need to find out who did this. I need to know who ruined everything."

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Sana sat on her prayer mat, the soft light filtering through the glass wall of her room. She cast a long glance at Taehyung's mansion, her heart heavy with unspoken words.

Pressing her lips together, she whispered to herself, "Why do I feel like you're still out there somewhere? Why does my heart refuse to believe you're gone? I can't seem to cry today, no matter how hard I try. Allah, why?"

Her voice trembled as she continued, "Is this your way of telling me to move on? Is this why my tears have suddenly dried up?"

She felt a peculiar heaviness, as though a silent force was keeping her emotions in check. The past year had been a relentless torrent of grief, yet today, a strange calm enveloped her, making her question the reality of her sorrow. It was as if some unseen hand was holding back her tears, making her wonder if there was a deeper message she was missing.

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At night, Raza stood by the cake counter of a restaurant, eyeing the array of sweet treats. His gaze settled on a mini choco truffle cake, and he couldn't help but smile.

"Could you please pack this up for me?" he asked the staff, who responded with a warm smile.

As the staff member took the cake from the display fridge and began packing it, Raza muttered to himself, "I'm here to give you sweet memories, my Sulthana."

A small, fond smile played on his lips as he watched her work. The staff member soon returned with the packed cake and said, "Sir, your order is ready."

Raza nodded and paid for the cake, then he left the restaurant with a cute bag of chocolate cake.

Later Raza arrived at the front gate of Hakkim Mansion and pressed the bell. A guard came to the gate, and Raza greeted him with a smile.