Empress Dosha

Chapter 55

Hey everyone
How y'all doing today?
Ya azumi ya Ibadah?
May Allah make these last days blessed for us
Aameen thumma aameen 🤲 🤍 🌹

So I know my votes and reads has been drastically reducing, and when I mean drastically I mean yana zubi kaman ruwa and I can't blame any of you because I'm also at fault

One is bound to lose interest when the author disappears for a month or more

And I am sincerely sorry

I actually thought of bringing down the book but I thought that I'm almost done with it and I mean I just have six more chapters to go including the epilogue. I can't just stop when I've come this far

It's impossible. Very very impossible.

So please guys I'm sorry just stick around till I complete this book

It's just six chapters including epilogue

Thank you very much and have a nice Eid

Also pray for me that my proposal which is coming up should go successfully. It will go a long way 😊😊

Thank you very much and enjoy
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Dosha sat quietly on the bed, shoulders slightly bent forward. The room was cold and still, yet her skin felt warm with sweat. She inhaled slowly and wiped her damp palms against the bedsheet, trying to steady herself. The dream was already slipping away, leaving only a weight in her chest she could not name.

She glided her hand over her stomach, soothing the restless movement within. A sudden jab at her waist made her wince. She exhaled through her mouth and whispered soft prayers under her breath.

Movement caught her attention as Rashid passed briefly through her line of sight before settling onto the stool beside the bed without a word. A strange irritation stirred inside her, her brows furrowed. It tightened her heart because she knew it wasn’t fair. She felt ungrateful, and the feeling hurt more than anything. At that moment, she simply did not want anyone near her. Not even him.

"You don't have to force yourself. I understand." Rashid spoke softly, hands clasped in front of him. He regretted speaking immediately, seeing a tear slipped from her eye.

Rashid almost apologized. But he remained quiet. Sometimes silence carried less guilt than words.

Dosha sobbed softly, her breathing uneven. Maybe it was the dream. Maybe it was the exhaustion. Maybe it was the weight of carrying life. Or maybe it was everything at once. She did not know. She only knew she felt overwhelmed. She eventually stopped, cleaning her face and faced him, "I...." Dosha paused when Rashid reached for her hand, shaking his head. She heaved a sigh of relief, feeling better soon after.

"Let me clean your face." Rashid offered, reaching for the bowl he went to fill water in earlier, he squeezed the water off the cloth and gently cleaned her face, careful and calm. It surprised him how much sweat clung to her in the extremely cold weather, though her temperature was okay.

"Did you pray against it?" Rashid questioned quietly, referring to her dream. It was obviously a bad one because of how frightened and haggered she looked when she jolted awake.

"I did....And it was frightening, I am feeling hot right now. Although I am calm and feeling hungry too and....stop!" Dosha told him as he glided over her nose for the fourth time, he stopped. "It wasn't that frightening too but the force I used to wake up is, my head did hurt for a while, I felt pressed to the bed and...."