The Rose Of Qadr

*sneak a peek*

Rashdaan's fingers clamped onto my arm like a vice, his grip crushing my delicate skin. I winced, my eyes widening in agony as I tried to wriggle free. My face contorted, a mixture of fear, pleading, and excruciating pain.

My arm throbbed beneath his grasp, the pressure sending shockwaves of anguish through my entire body. My skin felt like it was on fire, the pain searing and relentless.

"How dare you deceive me?" His voice was icy, deadly, each word dripping with venom. I shrank back, my heart racing with terror.

"I did not!!" I protested, my voice barely audible, trembling with fear and pain. Rashdaan's gaze bore into mine, his eyes flashing with accusation.

His jaw clenched, the muscles in his face twitching. "Then why did we follow a false trail? You're behind this, aren't you?" His words cut like a knife, each one a razor-sharp accusation that felt like a fresh blow.

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I turned to see her standing in the doorway, her eyes wide with wonder. I let out a sigh of relief, my tension dissipating at the sight of her.

"What are you doing here at this hour?" she asked, her voice low, but with a hint of frustration, as if I had disturbed her peaceful evening.

I kept my tone low, the frustration rising within me like a simmering storm. "I just heard a thrilling news, and I had to come and congratulate you in person," I said, my words dripping with sarcasm.

I took a step closer, closing the distance between us, my eyes locked on hers with an unnerving intensity.

I lowered my voice, my words barely above a whisper, but they seemed to reverberate through the air like a scream.

"You know? To pretend I'm not dying inside."

The words hung in the air like a dark confession, and I could see the shock register on her face.

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~Read the prologue to understand what the story is all about.