eighteen

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Jasmyns pov
At Arriving at India, we went to Mumbai instead of Delhi.

A room was booked for us by Aymans PA who booked a single room for us instead of two.

"Erhm.. You can take the bed, I'll lay on the couch "he said Arranging the pillows perfectly on the couch.

"Ok"I said Dusting the bed gently.

I laid on the bed happily. I didn't want him to be on the bed with me because The mere sight of him reminds me of how badly he treated me the previous night.

I closed my eyes slowly and drifted Into a slumber not minding wether he was uncorrectable or not.
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"Bagm"I heard a sound which made me open my eyes only to see Ayman on the floor but he was still asleep which made me chuckle.

I checked my wrist watch and saw that it was 2:26am which meant it was still night. I got down from the bed slowly and walked over to where he laid.

"Ayman"I whispered in his ear tapping him lightly on his back.

"Ayman"I shook him badly.

"Yeah yeah, I'm awake"he said seating on the floor.

"Get up Ayman, come over to the bed "I said gently as I watched him scratch his eyes.

"No, I'm okay over Here, thanks "he said yawning .

"Ayman just come, I know you Aren't comfortable "I said.

"Don't worry " he said laying on the couch.

"You are so stubborn "I muttered getting up from the place which I sat. I walked over to the bed and laid back forgetting about him.

"Bagm " he fell again and I chuckled.

"Just come over here "I said Adjusting the duvet.

"Thanks "he walked over to where I laid.

" Just keep your distance" I muttered.

"Sure, I'm sorry about the other night, I was drunk"he said.

"As a Muslim why would you consume alcohol? "I asked seating up on the bed.

"Its a long story"he muttered "I was just so Angry and I couldn't take it so I resulted into taking Alcohol "he said.

"Jasmyn, I know I haven't been a good person to you at all and the thing is I can't trust women, they are the reason why my life has been so fucked up. My mother, I loved my mum so much but when I saw her with another man besides my dad I couldn't trust her "he sobbed which was shocking.

"Ok I thought that was just it, I decided to forgive women and look at the brighter side, I came to India and began a new life with my brother, I went to school and met hajarah. A Nigerian lady whom I fell inlove with "he sighed seating up on the bed. It was like he was an automated plane programmed to talk and I didn't want to stop him, I wanted to hear it all.

"I loved hajarah more than life itself and i could sacrifice my whole dignity for her But you know what? "He clenched he's fist.

"She never loved me as much as I did, all she wanted was my status and power, she wanted my money. Ok that's all good, I'm wiling to give her my whole bank account but cheating on me with my best friend was a downer. She intoxicated me into making love to her which I know is harram and she said I rapped her which I believed not until I found out that It was a well planned thought she and my friend had. They wanted me to pay them money to keep my deed a secret " he huffed.

"I was so sad that I rapped her, I know I did, it was harram and I shouldn't have gone into the same room with her but I did, when I found out about she and hashims relationship I was broken . I loved hajarah" he looked at me with red eyes.

"I'm sorry about rapping you"he said holding my hand with his cold hands.

"I know things will never be the same but please forgive me" he said placing my hand on his fore head crying slowly.

"You endured all my hatred though I didn't love you nor did you do me but those who I loved back stabbed me"he whipped his tears with his thumb.

"Please forgive me, I should have divorced you, maybe all this wouldn't have happened"

"Ayman I need to" I couldn't speak , I yanked my hand away from his and walked to the closet . never in my life have I seen a man cry like this. He is so hurt.

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