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...
I am so happy that I'll be updating two chapters tonight. I've written almost 12000 words in total.
I hope you guys missed the story❤ cause I surely missed you all.
Also I want to start dedicating the chapters to all those wonderful readers and friends who've been supporting this story with their wonderful comments.
This one I would dedicate to kithaab_lover9, I want you to know that your comments on the last chapter entertained me and made me sooooo happy.
There are so many other names too, I'll continue to tag them in each chapter. Please don't hate me for choosing one of you. It's very tough🙈
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D E F I N I T E L Y NOT A R E B O U N D
Yousef led Hayat to the rack of bows. Several quivers hung from a steel bar, their goose-feathered fletchings dyed in bright colors for easy recognition. Hayat pulled out an arrow from one of the quivers. Its tip was blunted for target practice. Taking special pains to appear nonchalant, she bent the back end of the arrow, ever so slightly, to determine the weight of its spine.
Not that flexible.
“You’ve shot a bow and arrow before?” Yousef inquired, observing her with a surprising amount of keenness for someone so seemingly blithe.
“Not really.” She attempted to sound dismissive whereas on the contrary she felt her insecurities get the best of her.
Did he doubt she was a rebel too?
She was glad that when she woke up this morning, Tayyab was not there. Instead, last night felt like a dream. The only proof of yesterday night was her sore back. She hadn't realized when she had dosed off to sleep too but when she woke up, she was no more seated. She laid on her bed comfortably, with a blanket that kept her warm enough that she didn't wake up even once during the night. She had no clue when Tayyab left her chamber either.
She was hoping to find Umar today but Yousef came instead, making the same old excuse on behalf of him. "The general is busy."
Hayat had figured out that Umar was avoiding her but why?
She didn't know.
“Why did you want to learn swordplay and archery?”
“I want to be able to defend myself.” She shrugged and put the arrow back in its quiver. Then she reached for another arrow with different colored fletchings. She performed the same test. It was lighter.
