Sold into a life of torment by the very people meant to protect her, she endures unimaginable pain at the hands of a husband twice her father’s age. But within her fragile spirit burns a quiet fury—and a desperate hope. In a tale of survival, betrayal, and the fight for self-worth, how far will she go to reclaim her life? Even the devil was once an angel, and sometimes salvation comes from the darkest places. A haunting journey of loss, resilience, and the ultimate price of redemption.
View MoreChapter 20There are days my pain is so elaborate...that the salt of my tears tastes not of my ownbut like that of my ancestors —and the women who dealtwith this sorrow before me. — Segovia AmilMy Sleepwalking started eighteen months after my child was killed.The first time it happened, I’d fallen asleep in the minister's bedroom and woken on the staircase landing, between his floor and mine. It wasn’t yet dawn when I woke up, so I’d quickly made my way to my bedroom, to make it look like I’d decided to leave him early. The next time I wasn’t as lucky, and I’d been woken by the minister's kick. I’d fallen asleep on the staircase landing again, and he’d found me on his way downstairs.“ Have you finally gone mad or something?” he’d barked. “My friend, get off the floor before the servants start to gossip. you are mad?”I immediately scurried back to my room, where I spent the better part of the morning thinking of what could have
“And she embraced the chaos and it painted her life with purpose” . JH.HARDI am the daughter of a woman who was never allowed to love herself. My mother was a giver—never a taker. I watched her shrink, piece by piece, until there was nothing left of her but exhaustion and silence. She would serve, she would sacrifice, she would swallow her needs whole just to make space for everyone else. I saw it in the way she only ate half a plate of food, in the way she never spoke up when she was hurting, in the way she poured every ounce of herself into us—until she was empty.I tried. Allah, I tried to teach her that she was allowed to love herself, even though I couldn't love myself. That she was allowed to be more than just a mother, more than just a caregiver, more than just a body built for service. I begged her to rest, to take up space, to demand more. But she would only smile, tired and worn, and whisper, “This is what mothers do.”I told h
“This is not a mere story, this is the Story of how I lived and I want you to read it, don't cry for me, don't be sad at least I survived. Maybe” By meChapter 18“yusuf!” I exclaimed, glaring at him. “What’s the meaning of this?”“And you’re here sauntering around the house like you own it,” he sneered, his grip on my arm tightening. “Look how your skin is shining. You really are enjoying my father’s money. Who would have ever thought you were such a viper? A money-hungry viper!”I tugged at my arm, desperate to break free, but he held on tighter.“You didn’t struggle with my brother, but instead gave him a free pass to the honeypot between your legs.”I tried to wrestle my hand away, but he only just held on tighter.“To think I had you right there before me but chose to be the perfect gentleman,” he said, pulling me closer to him. “I could have slept with you in that dump you call your house, but I was there thinking you wer
Chapter 17 “No lover leaves a rose garden without blood on their hands” Mitch Nihilist “zeynep!” it was a noun, a verb, and an exclamation all at once. I looked away, unable to face him, unable to look at the pained expression on Yusuf's Face. “And there you were planning to drive all the way to India to see her,” Ibrahim chuckled. “Looks like you've saved a trip!” “You’re my dad’s wife?” yusuf’s voice conveyed every emotion he must have been feeling; shock, pain, disappointment, and confusion. “You’re the one who married my father?” He glared at Ibrahim before turning back to look at me. “And you’re sleeping with him?” “Let me leave you two lovebirds to catch up,” Ibrahim sniggered, putting on his shirt. “I’m sure you have a lot to ‘talk’ about. And apologies, dear brother. I couldn’t deliver all those letters you sent to her, for obvious reasons.” “Was this why you had me come home before dad ? So I would see you with her?” “Like I said
Chapter 16 “Death is so strange, why is her room still intact like she would return” Unknown We rode in silence, with him reading his newspaper the whole time. Looking at him, I was certain he knew of my ongoing affair with his son. The same way he knew I was all too aware of his own numerous trysts. But apparently, putting up a show with a beautiful wife at his side was more important to him. I knew better than to try to make any conversation, so I just kept my mouth shut.It was only a 30-minute drive, but on getting to the venue, I immediately regretted wasting my beautiful outfit on such a local affair. Apparently, one of the minister's office workers was marrying off his daughter, and had made him the chairman of the occasion. We stood out like a sore thumb, with the locals captivated by the glamorous Mercedes Benz, but even more so by the beautiful wife.“Is that a human being or a spirit?”“You've got an eye for good things at
Chapter 15“And she embraced the chaos as it painTed her life with purpose” JH.HARDWill I ever be happy? Will I ever be fine?I lost my hope within this time.I tried my best to be okay,But I never felt that anyway.I was on my way to a new beginning,Then this depression started getting in.Today my tears slowed for a momentAnd the words began to flow,so I want to talk to you mama about all the things that I think you should knowI miss you,I feels the painOf loss and grief and misery,Of never seeing you again.Sometimes l feel quite angryThat you left when you promised to stay,Sometimes I feel abandonedBecause you chose to go away.I worry that we failed you,I'm scared l let you down,And although you decided to leave meI wish you were still here now.I wonder if I could have done more,Even though I know that we tried,I understand this is forever,I feel empty, deep inside.If only i could have told youThat I love yo
Chapter 14This world is too quick to judge and too late to understand Margaret Atwood I froze in my tracks, my pulse hammering in my ears. Seeing my father standing in the foyer of the minister's house was like watching the gates of hell swing open. His smile, the one that used to bring me comfort as a little girl, now sent cold dread spiraling down my spine. I instinctively shrank back, my steps faltering as my mind raced to make sense of his sudden presence.Why was he here? Did he know?"Zeynep, my daughter," he called out warmly, spreading his arms as if expecting me to run into them.I wanted to run, all right. Just not toward him.Every memory of his fury surged forward, unbidden: the sting of his belt against my skin, his booming voice tearing through the house, the way my mother cowered in silence whenever his anger flared. And now, standing here, I was no longer the little girl who had sobbed into her pillow at night. I was
“I lost control when I was only a child, they world taught me angst when I deserved joy” Author of this storychapter 13“Knock knock”, I heard mimicking a Knocking sound before a head peered inside my room. “I made you some lunch,” she said, setting the tray on the table. From the aroma, I could tell it wasRogan Josh - Aromatic lamb curry with Kashmiri spiceI let out a long hiss, even as the smell of the food seduced me. I don't know where I gathered the courage from because papa would have landed me in the hospital if I hissed at him.I wished I was in a position to refuse the meal, but I was too hungry to.“Is something wrong?” she asked.“You’ve dropped the food, you can leave now,” I retorted. “I’m sure all of you heard the minister's insult me not only yesterday morning, but in the night as well. I’m sure I’m the talk of the kitchen, so don’t come up here pretending.”Madam Maria shook her head. “Zeynep, you became the talk of th
Not yet corpse Still we rot UnknownChapter 12Sleep eluded me.For hours after my return to my bedroom, I just lay there, staring into the night, watching as darkness slowly gave way to light. By the time dawn broke, I’d come to a decision. I’d married the minister as an exchange to my family, and I was determined to see the whole thing through and not to end up like my mother. I was going to fight for it if I had to, but by allah, I wasn’t going to return to india with nothing to show for it. Not after the minister and his son had already had their way with me. I came there to be a wife to the minister, and a wife I was going to be.Armed with my renewed determination, I rose to my feet, had a shower, and dressed up in my finest Salwar Kameez . I took the time to tie my brown head tie to give me a regal, more mature look, one that gave me an air of authority, one that could help me better pas
“How do we tell the sea that we are drowning on land” Unknown No. Please,no. No. Please,no I chanted slowly, in my head. “Ummi? (Mother)” Orion called in a shaky voice slightly shaking her. “Call the ambulance” orion yelled getting off the bed. “Hey, wake up woman!” My father called out lazily looking at her with disgust. In my head I wanted to go and help her. In reality I was frozen by fear. No no no no no He killed her. He killed her. I am next. “Get her to the car, let's take her to the hospital” damien yelled, taking the car keys, I didn't know when my feet moved on their own to the car. Nobody seemed to notice I was there because of the chaos happening around. damien drove like a madman to the hospital, Orion held her like his life was hanging on her but why? They watched him torture her every day They watched him kill her. Now why are they acting like they care about her now? We finally arrived at the hospital and stopped at the emergency. “Get me the doc...
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