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The scent of her was intoxicating, a mix of rosewater and something uniquely hers that made my heart race. Inaya stood before me in a simple salwar suit, her eyes blankly staring into the distance as if she were lost in her own world. I could still feel the warmth of her body from when I had held her earlier, but now she seemed so distant, like a ghost of the woman I once knew.
"Are you going to meet Zoya?" I asked, my voice steady, though my heart pounded with every beat. She nodded, her gaze never wavering from the spot on the floor she was fixated on. Good, I thought. She would give Zeeshan back to Zoya. It was all part of my plan, even if it pained me to see her give up on the man who had once loved her fiercely.
"How much are you going to ask him?" My question came out more clipped than I intended, a hint of jealousy tinging my words. She knew that Lucifer was Zeeshan, and she wanted to regain her billion-dollar empire no matter the cost. Zeeshan would give it to her without thinking twice, because he loved Zoya. A love I couldn't understand when he had fallen for zoya.
"It shouldn't matter to you," she snapped, her voice cold and detached. She walked towards the bed and grabbed her phone, her movements mechanical, devoid of emotion.
I turned towards her, my hands tightening around the fabric of my sweatpants pockets. "Inaya, can't we go back to living like we used to? When we were newly married?" I pleaded, hoping against hope that she would say yes.
Her eyes finally met mine, and what I saw there shattered my soul. "We can't, Zaid. We've come too far. I've lost so much, and I haven't healed. I can't heal like before. You didn't break then, but you healed. Now, you're the one who broke me. I can't heal. No one can heal scars that are deep within my heart. I'm emotionally dead, Zaid. I'm just living in this world, existing like a thing."
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