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The tragedy of life is not death but what dies inside of us while we live Norman cousins chapter 11 I made a mental note to make sure to accompany the minister on any of his trips going forward. At no point ever again would I be left alone with his beast of a son. As I was dishing food to the minister bowl, I felt Ibrahim’s all too familiar breath on my neck. “I hope you are dishing some for me.” I tried to shrug out of his hold. “Please stop this. My husband is back.” He chuckled. “Your husband. You don’t know how ridiculous it is hearing you call him that.” I heard the minister's footsteps approaching and proceeded to summon all my strength to wrestle myself away just in time. Or was it? There was a look on Chief’s face I couldn’t quite decipher. His brows were furrowed, and he wasn’t quite as bubbly as he’d been only moments before. “You will love the food, sir. Ire we go again.” “Anyway, we can talk more of that later. For now, I just want to rest. It has
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“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
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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
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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
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