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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13| T H E C R E A T U R E
Hayat was almost caught at midnight when she had sneaked into the study chamber of the King. She was told that all the important parchments and records were maintained there.
The guards swapped their duty every twelve hours and there was almost a fifteen minutes respite despite the strict security.
Hayat had only entered the chamber and looked through the first set of drawers which contained a heap of paper piled up meticulously.
She had gone through a few of them when she knew her time was more than over. It was all written in arabic and she didn't know how to read it. She hurried back out of the chamber and the moment she did, the guards had rounded the corner.
She could hear her own heartbeat pounding fast against her chest but she tried to hide it with a smile. The guards had only bowed in respect as they passed her to return to take their position.
