Hayat Nazar, the only daughter of Hashmet and Mariyam, was practically living her dream. She couldn't have asked ALLAH for more. She was about to marry the love of her life Ahmar Shams. Everything was going fine until the wicked, notorious and cruel...
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H E W I L L K I L L Y O U
Hayat had tried to move first but her body seemed to not be co-operating. She hadn't thought about the next arrow that would hit her. She hadn't thought about the pain that she would have to go through because of him. She had just wanted to save him so she could kill him later.
The pain had lessened, and when she stirred in her sleep, she heard footsteps surround her.
"Shukar ya rab!"
"She's awake! Inform the King." Someone had shouted.
"Bring water." Another woman embarked orders. "Call the Hakeem."
Her eye lids still felt heavy, she felt as if she hadn't had a proper sleep for a couple of days whereas on the contrary she had lied in an unknown chamber for three and a half days.
Her wounds hadn't been that deep but it had been poisoned. She was sure there was someone other than the rebels who had conspired against the prince.
As she started to gain more conscious, she was being able to move her fingers. She tried opening her eyes and with a lot of efforts finally succeeded.
Her eyes had hurt trying to adjust to the light around her and the unknown faces that looked at her expectantly.
Her lips had been parched and her throat ached for water.
"Wa.. ater" She had merely whispered when a maid scuttled away to bring her a glass of water. Hayat's eyes were barely opening.
When the woman brought her water, she tried to get up but an acute pain shot up through her shoulders making her vision blur.
"Aaghhhhh! Ya Allah." She groaned. "Please my lady don't move." The woman on her left had tried to usher her.
Salim efendi, the hakeem of the palace had just walked in. "Move away. Let me see." He rushed to her side, dispersing the crowd. She tried to recognise the room she was in but had failed.
Slow whimpers had escaped her lips while the Hakeem surveyed her. "My lady, please try to open your eyes." Hayat had tried to open it again but it felt heavy, despite her efforts she felt no stamina and within moments she drifted away into slumber once again.
She woke an hour later. Whatever medicine they had given her had worked wonders, the fatigue that she had earlier felt had vanished this time.
As she opened her eyes, she looked around for familiar faces.
