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Chapter 32"When love is lost, do not bow your head in sadness; instead, keep your head up high and gaze into heaven, for that is where your broken heart has been sent to heal." — UnknownYou’re not up for anything? I see. No problem,” he said with a stiff smile. “I guess that means you will forfeit what I brought for you then.”I shrugged, totally indifferent. “That’s fine.” Nothing he could possibly have brought could be of any interest to me.As I walked away, I felt like I had won the lottery. Ibrahim would never again have access to my body. I couldn’t help feeling regretful that I wouldn’t present myself as a virgin when Jason and I finally did make love. But I knew he didn’t mind. I knew he had accepted me just the way I was, and it made me love him all the more.But then things took a morbid turn.One morning, as I descended the stairs for breakfast, I heard madam Maria wailing from the kitchen. Rushing there, I saw her s
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"The reality is that you will grieve forever. You will not ‘get over’ the loss of a loved one; you will learn to live with it. You will heal and you will rebuild yourself around the loss you have suffered. You will be whole again but you will never be the same. Nor should you be the same nor would you want to." — Elisabeth Kübler-RossI looked from madam maria to the others standing around. It was then that I noticed their averted gazes, none of them able to make eye contact with me. They knew. They all knew.I shrugged out of madam maria’s grip and turned around to walk back to the house. All the chatter had ceased, and the only sound was from the birds chirping obliviously in the trees. It was only then that I realised that I was barefoot, my slides having come off my feet in my mad dash to the gate.The hot ground burned me in my walk of shame, and once again in my life, I wished for death. I cursed God for delighting in taking away those I loved, those I
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Chapter 34"Sometimes, the most brutal chains are the ones that exist in the mind, and no matter how far you run, they follow you everywhere.” Unknown I was eating my last piece of toast when I heard his voice…the voice of the devil.Ibrahim.I looked out and saw him strolling into the house, talking on his mobile phone. How dare he show his face after the horrible thing he had done? I walked to the door and watched him as he talked and laughed so casually, not acting like he had the blood of six innocent people on his hands.“zeynep, you look so beautiful this morning,” he remarked as he got off the phone, a coy smile on his face. “I asked after you yesterday but was told you were…indisposed.”I glared at him, hating him with every fibre of my being, wanting to claw out his eyeballs. He knew exactly what had confined me there.“Such a shame about that gardenerboy…Jason. Was that his name?” he asked, his smile mocking.And I saw red.I r
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Chapter 35"When tyranny becomes law, rebellion becomes duty." Thomas JeffersonI knew I had to leave…for good.Later that night, when I was sure the minister would have returned, I decided it was time to inform him of my decision to return to India. I was also determined to let him know about all Ibrahim's atrocities. Yes, he might have been aware of some of them, but he needed to know his son was also a cold-blooded murderer.Even though my body was throbbing with pain, I slipped into my sandals and slowly made my way up the flight of stairs that separated his room from mine. Getting to the door, I tapped as hard as my wounded hand could manage.“Come in!” he bellowed.When I walked in, I was relieved to find that he had no female company that night. He gave me a cursory look, his only acknowledgment of my battered appearance a slight arch of an eyebrow. Other than that, he said nothing.“I would like to return to India,” I said, going straight to the point. “I
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Chapter 36"She was not born with a heart of stone, but the world had chiseled it into one." Unknown A robot. A robot is what I became after the Jason incident. After realising that my family’s safety, and even mine, would be in jeopardy if I left the ranch, I resigned myself to my fate. I switched to auto-pilot mode, focusing on my living and breathing moments, never on my tragic past, and most definitely not on any lofty hopes for the future. I had no future outside of these four walls. I stayed. I stayed on as the minister's ornamental wife, good for a show but nothing else. I ignored the stream of concubines he continued to take, and put on a bright smile when I had to be on his arm at public functions. I allowed myself to enjoy the caprices of his renewed desire to ensure I looked the part of a multi-millionaire's wife. I allowed myself to indulge in the expensive clothing and even more expensive skincare, ensuring that, as t
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Chapter 37"There is no such thing as coincidence, only the illusion of coincidence." — Alan MooreWe were far more alike than I wanted to accept. However, I knew that, given the chance to humiliate me, he would jump at it, so this made me savour and enjoy his own humiliation. He left the very next day.As for my sleepwalking, not only did it resume after Jason died, it got worse…so much worse. So dead was I to the world that I was now wandering further and further from where I would normally go. Even though the domestic staff were very protective of me and always were sure to see me back to my bedroom without anyone else being privy to what had happened when any of them found me, it soon got to the extent that even they couldn’t hide my worsening condition. It was when the security men guarding the ranch at night mistook me for a thief and shot at me, the bullet missing me by mere inches, that the minister decided enough was enough. He took me to se
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Do not be satisfied with the stories that come before you. Unfold your own myth." — RumiChapter 38I Dreamt That I Was Floating—But This Time, Not on WaterI was suspended in the vastness of space, weightless, drifting through a cosmos of endless wonders. Around me, galaxies stretched like glowing rivers, and constellations shimmered like celestial chandeliers. The darkness was not empty but alive, humming with the energy of the stars. I reached out, and my fingertips brushed against the shimmering dust of a nebula, soft as silk.It felt peaceful. Limitless. As if I had become one with the universe itself.Then, I felt a shift—a tug, an unseen force pulling me downward. The weightlessness faded, replaced by the sensation of falling. Stars blurred past me, streaking like comets, as I plummeted through space at an impossible speed. Panic seized me, but there was no ground, no end in sight—just an infinite free fall through the void.Just as the terror reached its peak,
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"Have enough courage to trust love one more time and always one more time." — Maya AngelouChapter 39I wouldn’t even have known what to do with a typewriter if it was placed in front of me, talk less of the sleek and modern laptop device. Sensing my apprehension, Jacobi popped it open, showed me how to launch Microsoft Excel, and how to input the required data. Bismillah, I whispered under my breath before placing my fingers on the keyboard. As I tried it for myself, I realized he hadn’t been lying at all. The keyboard was very similar to the typewriters I’d been taught how to use in school, and within the hour, I was comfortably transferring the information from the files to the machine.As I worked, he proceeded to continue organizing the place, which included unpacking books from a box, deliberating additional modifications with some workmen who came at different intervals, and several discussions on his phone. He was clearly determined to get the
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