ENTANGLED AND HEARTS (Her Price For Dreams) [COMPLETED]

Chapter 51: Gloomy but healing moments😇

Maryam's POV

"She did that?" Anaya gasps over the phone. "Why didn't you tell me earlier? How's Samar now?"

"He's out of danger, but he'll be hospitalized for one more week," I reply.

"What about Rayan?" Anaya asks, concern etched in her voice. "He must be devastated about his mother's actions."

"Of course," I say, tears welling up. "My heart aches thinking about him. He deserves so much better in life."

We chat briefly before I end the call, promising to talk later.

I start chopping vegetables for the soup.My mind reeling with many thoughts.I think about Rayan,how he handled all this,how much kindness, he has in him,i think about Samar,how he suffered so much without any reason.How he suffered physically,mentally and emotionally due to his father's actions and wrongdoings.My heart aches for both.

Lost in thoughts, I accidentally nick my finger with the knife. I rush to the sink, rinsing the cut under cold water.

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I search for Rayan, having heard Orhan say he's leaving for India today. He had stayed to handle his mother's prosecution and imprisonment. I wonder how he is feeling right now.Before heading to the hospital with the soup I made for Samar, I want to say goodbye to Rayan.

I approach Rayan's room and knock, but there's no response. I dial his number, and the ringing phone echoes from inside. I enter, finding his bag packed and phone on the bed.

I scan Sofia Mansion, finally spotting Rayan through a window, sitting alone by the ocean.

Rayan's POV

Cool breeze hits my face, trying to calm me down, but Mom's cries ache in my ear. During imprisonment, she asked her lawyer to arrange a meeting, but I refused. I helped her with the investigation and hired top lawyers, doing my best to defend her over the last seven days. But that doesn't mean I forgive her. It's my duty as her son but my soul refuses me from forgiving.

I hear footsteps,I turn my head and see Maryam. She wears black abaya and olive hijab. Fast wind loosens her scarf; strands of brown color brush her face. Her warm gaze meets mine.

"Hi," she says, sitting beside me on the sand.

" Hii" I reply.

We both are silent, watching waves crash against the coast. The silence seems so loud, as if we're discussing all the chaos that happened last week.

I break the silence. "How's Samar doing?"

She doesn't reply. I turn to look at her face. Her eyes are filled with tears. Something about her eyes makes even crying captivating.

"Maryam," I say urgently, "Hey, is there a problem? Is Samar alright?" I continue.

She doesn't reply, hiding her face, crying with increased intensity.

I am confused. "Tell me, Maryam, what's wrong."

"I am sorry," she says, her voice seeming muffled. "I am sorry, Rayan, you suffered all this. I pray your life will be happiest and most blessed."

I smile. "Thank you."

"Can you show me your face now? Are you crying for me?"

No response only sobs.

"So you pity me and love Samar. It's heartbreaking," I joke.

Maryam is still crying, hiding her face into her knees.