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Book 1 in 'Mend Series' He screams at me, slapping my face twice, 'You deserve all of this! You don't even deserve to live. You should die and do me a favour!' I shield my face, making him more furious. He stopps slapping and I had only few seconds to catch my breath when he kicked my wounded ribs from previous beatings. I screamed, thinking it was loud enough, but was just an feeble attempt to stop Aadil. At that moment, the flashbacks of me being tied to a rod, with my parents enjoying the blood pouring out started playing. It's repeating all over again, and this time I may not survive to escape. I was taken back in time. I feel I am back at that hostage room and me escaping to get out of this country is failing miserably. I mumbled with the little energy I held, 'Mum, Dad, please stop...' But again, it was of no use, as my vision is displaying full of colourful, dancing dots. My breathing is becoming frantic every second, trying not to pass out, but it seems my body doesn't want to keep up with all of this. If this is really my ending, so be it. With that thought, the peace that I always imagined is starting to consume me. This is the end for me. I can finally rest peacefully. The sound of Aadil's voice coming from a wide distance somehow is keeping me awake. Wasn't he by my side? Maybe, maybe he realized how wrong he was all this time. Maybe, just maybe... His voice, that's filled with agony, whispers in a forlorn voice 'I'm sorry Hayati. Please stay alive. Don't leave me...' ___________________ #9 in spiritual ( 29th October 2017) #6 in spiritual (10th December 2017) #5 in spiritual (11th December 2017)

"ALIA WATCH OUT!!" i bellowed before Mairah slit her dagger into Alia's back. She dropped in front of me after receiving a stab from Mairah. Before she was about to be further attacked, the chamber door broke open and the guards came rushing towards Mairah, pulling her away. My eyes immediately shifted to Alia, who was lying on the floor motionless, covered with blood. ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ Republishing this for better understanding and its editted I got the idea for this story from Rangrasiya ( drama ) and abit from Bajirao Masatani and mostly from my brain. I have always wanted to write this story about royal royal thingy. And of course this story would be different from all the other royal stories which you might have read. Its not a full romance but surely there are some parts. Its a mixture of adventure, love, family, unity and more.And especially, as this story is a muslim related, there would be no *ehem ehem* . Hope that you would enjoy and dont forget to comment and vote and comment!

An image of pure kind of love ❤