It had been three days now since Humeyra left Muntaha's mansion and the man felt tortured emotionally. The little girl had been in a weird mood ever since then. Sometimes she would look at him with adoration in her eyes while at others her eyes reflected the hatred she had for him.
Muntaha was yet to recover from the bullet wound. Though he was still in the castle , no one knew that. Abdullah, his second in command had been in a state of panic ever since the attempted assassination failed. He had betrayed his best friend out of jealousy and hatred.
He didnt know when he started harbouring such vicious thoughts towards that man who had taken care of him ever since they found each other. Thinking of Muntaha's face as he shoved him aside and ran towards the field his heart ached.
It has been four days now since the shooting. Ever one had witnessed how their most feared leader had taken a bullet for a girl. It was after
what should Rumeysa do after everything Muntaha did?
(The morning after Humeyra and Hamdan left Country A for Country Z)The cock crowed in a distance as the sun rose elegantly changing shifts with its eternal lover, the moon. The sky turned warm as the sun took over the serenity and tranquility that could be associated with the moon.Colors burst in to the sky as the birds tweet and flied in circles decorating the sky. Even with the beauty of the sky, curled up in the blanket and snoring softly was a girl who had been turning and tossing the previous night.In a separate room, a man was getting ready to travel. He donned a three piece grey suit, combed his short hair and beard before he sprayed his favorite perfume. For some reason, his heart felt heavy.He was travelling to Humeyra's home town, Jayda Rabia. This was due to the message he got the night before. Within a week his life has turned upside down. He lost his foster father to cancer, met the woman who mana
Farhana sat and enjoyed the ice cream she had just bought. She was still unsure about her decision but since she already made the call, she would have to go ahead with the initial plans. If she gets to have a man who will treat her like a princess before her plans are complete then she would readily accept that as a bonus for her hard work.A few minutes later, she was joined at the secluded table by two women. On a closer look , one would immediately assume that the two are related due to the beauty that emits from them. The elder one wore a lose white dress and tied a black headscarf to keep her hair covered. Her gorgeous face looked chillingly ethereal due to the coldness that could be easily detected from them.Her counterpart was no different. Her expression matched that of the older beauty. She looked like an ice princess whose beauty was enough to cause wars. Her beauty was complimented by her emerald green dress and a matching scarf.
BACK IN COUNTRY ZRumeysa got out of the bullet proof car and let out a heavy breath. She was home. Finally home she thought.But why doesn't she feel happy? Why does her heart ache? Is it missing Muntaha?She could vividly recall the conversation she had with her captor. He had stolen a kiss once more but she loved it so much such that she was unaware when he had expertly made her straddle his hips.She had tried to get out of his embrace but it only seemed to make the situation worse as the man in question moaned. She had rubbed against his thing! That was enough to make her stay still on his lap as his big hands wrapped around her tiny frame."Little girl, do you know that you are the first woman to make me feel? Do you know that it's only in your presence that I feel complete? Do you know that I am not as sweet as I seem? Everything you have seen me do, I have done only for you.
Rumeysa's body shook uncontrollablyas she cried for the man whose tears refused to fall.she cried for the ten year old who was left with a corpse. She cried for the child that was exposed to his mother's vulgar acts. She cried for the neglected child who was sold into the gang.Her hands had automatically wrapped around his huge frame as she cried. The man had tried to coax her to stop crying but her tears didn't stop. She felt lost. She wanted to go home but how could she leave him alone? She wanted to apologize to her sister but how could she do that if she fails to go back to the orphanage.The two had stayed like that until she fell asleep in his arms. The next time she woke up, she found herself in a moving car with a letter in her hands. She had opened it and her eyes filled with tears again. She missed him already. How did that happen?Now, standing before the place she called home, her v
Humeyra was awaken by the light knock on the door. She sat up and adjusted her clothes. She could feel the soreness between her thighs and the rest of her body felt quiet heavy. She smiled, letting out a satisfied moan.The knock coming from the door became a bit more firm. She used the sheet to cover her body and grunted a weak " come in!". Seeing her sister's face and trembling hands, she felt her heart clench.It was true that she felt disappointed by Rumeysa's actions. Even so, who was she to judge? Love comes without any permission.It neither knocks nor give one the choice. It just happens.Rumeysa finally managed to move towards the bed . Het hands shook from the fear of Humeyra's wrath. This sister of hershad the worst temper when she got angry. This was terrifying for her.She bit on her lower lip to prevent the tremble and stood before the bed with her haze lowered.
Until the topic they were trying to avoid was mentioned.Muntaha! The two girls fell silent. One was curious while the other felt nervous.She was used to consulting her sister in everything but this was the first time she had to talk about love with her.Rumeysa lowered her gaze as she played with her fingers. Humeyra on the other hand waited patiently.She knew from experience how hard it was to talk about someone you love.Eventually, Rumeysa started to talk." I met him for the first time at the park. He sat beside me on the bench but I didn't pay much heed to him. It was my nonchalance which made him talk to me, I believe.The moment I heard hisvoice, it irritated me. I don't know why it did but his voice just lit my temper . I sassed at him and left him on the bench assuming that it was the first and last time I get to see his face.If only I knew how wrong I was, I wo
⚠️⚠️⚠️WARNING!GORE! VIOLENCE! TORTURE! ASSAULT!⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️Muntaha sat on the bed in deep thoughts. His hands has healed well and it was back to normal once more.As he occupied the chair in his office, Rumeysa's face kept playing in his head.He missed her warmth. He missed her presence and her. He missed kissing her and hugging her.Looking at the five people standing in a straight line before him, his fistsclenched thinking of the bullet that was meant for his love.Abdullah, Sarah, and three other men stood shaking in front of Muntaha'sdesk. Behind him stood two of his ghost assassins. At this moment all he wanted to do was bath in their blood. He felt betrayed by the very people he trusted."Take them away except Abdullah and Sarah!" He ordered.Abdullah felt guilty . He had betrayed a friend out of his selfish desires. Though he didn't get inv
Walking through the long corridor, the sound of heavy foot steps could be heard. This ascertains the fact that the whole place looked abandoned and empty. Each step he took towards his destination made Muntaha feel the heaviness in his heart increase.He could feel the nauseating memory resurface from where he had buried them deep inside. He felt suffocated and pained. These were part of the memories he had shared with Rumeysa . While sharing the same memories with her, he had told her the story as if it was not his own. He had relayed the memories like it was someone else's story.As his foot steps neared the furthest end of the corridor, the heavy feeling in his chest only became more apparent. It was inevitable to avoidthis meeting. Behind that door was someone whose mare presence sent chills down his spine. The truth was, his heart still held the fear it had when he was still an innocent boy whenever he face the saidwoman.
4 years later.Khalid, come back here? Hey.. can you stop running around? You will get hurt." Wahid's voice resonated in the room grabbing Xander's attention.He placed the jug back on the table and walked towards the field where the voice came from. He wasn't the only one whose attention was grabbed. Farhana, Rumeysa, Muntaha, Humeyra, and every member of Hamdan's family walked out towards the field.There, the scene that greeted them made the ladies almost lose it as they laughed at the same time. Khalid, Laiba, Linah, Jibril, Murtaza, and Aliya were busy rolling in the mud.The field that was initially dry was now wet from the water they played with. The horse pipe was running. Wahid who had seen them first was trying to stop them but slipped and fell.This made everyone laugh. Seeing his beloved fall, Xander's heart almost stopped beating. " My little prince, are you alright?" He rushed towards Wahid and helped him up.His glare was too
Hamdan paced up and down along the corridor as he anxiously waited for news. He had rushed Humeyra to the hospital the minute she notified him of her water breaking.Fortunately, the hospital wasn't far from where they were. Looking at his wristwatch, a frown etched on his face. It had been three hours since he brought her here. Why wasnt there any news yet?Was she perhaps in danger? Did something go wrong? His mind was filled with all sorts of negative thoughts. It would be his fault if anything happens to her. His guilty conscience won't let him have peace."Ya Allah. Please, help her deliver safely. Please ya, Rahman. You are the most merciful. She has suffered a lot already. Don't let her suffer anymore."He prayed in his head as he continued pacing around. He couldn't bring himself to relax. Until he heard the cries of a baby. His heart stopped beating for a second. He was a father? Before he could arrange his thoughts in his mind, another cry follo
Humeyra walked along the beach enjoying the cool breeze. Fortunately, it was a private space. Her private space. She has been living in the Villa with the view of the beach to the front, the beautiful man-made forest to the back, and a buzzing town not far from where she lived.She was on a small Islamic Island. The mosque was towards the east. Anyone who wanted to visit the mosque walled around her place before getting to it. For this reason, she had let the people freely walk through her home three days a week.The other four days, the place was restricted. Anyone who wanted to move across would be forced to take the longer route. Fortunately, they understood boundaries and respected them.The neighborhood was not only friendly but also accommodating. She found herself feeling contented just walking around, interacting with them. Long gone was her introverted self who isolated herself from the world.She learned to embrace death as a natural phenomenon
Hamdan was home in no time.He had to settle things at home before he goes in search of his wife. As the first child of the family, both his sisters were now his responsibility.Fortunately, they were old enough to fend for themselves with enough supervision. In addition, three other men can take turns to check on them. He felt grateful for that simple fact.As he waited for his brothers to show up, he went back to his old room and packed a bag. He felt as though his heart was being squeezed in his chest. He was too deep in his emotional exhaustion that he forgot about Humeyra's pregnancy.Thirty minutes later, the entire Umar siblings were seated together waiting for their brother to say something. He had summoned everyone urgently. Abdirahman had a subtle smile on his face. He had an idea what the meeting was about.He had been wanting to tell Hamdan about his opinion. What his eldest brother did was stupid. Humeyra didn't deserve to be abandoned
It has been exactly three months since his parents' demise. Three months since he abandoned his pregnant wife. For this period, Hamdan never had a peaceful sleep.He couldn't help but wonder what had happened to his love for her. He could feel it. The racing of his heart whenever he thought of a fond memory with her.The way his hands would search for her svelte frame in the middle of the night. Even how he would unconsciously call out her name.Hamdan was aware that there was nothing in the world that could change his feelings for his wife. Not even the fact that she orchestrated his parents' death.What he couldn't forget, however, was his parents' blood. He couldn't take it. He had both parents one day and then the next, they were dead. The reason was no other than his most beloved person.He couldn't accept it. He could neither forgive his parents nor his wife. They were all guilty. He felt sick and suffocated all of a sudden. For the past thre
Muntaha's eyes have been staring longingly towards the curtains that were drawn. What was Rumeysa doing? Was she nervous or was she anxiously waiting for him? How does she look as a bride? As he drunk from his glass, he had several questions circumnavigating his mind.It was their wedding night after all. Unfortunately, he had not seen his bride the whole day. She was officially his halal wife. His one and only. He was a man used to having his way with women. Contrary to his initial thoughts, he found himself feeling regretful. How beautiful and memorable it would be if he had saved himself for his bride.Abdullah noticed Muntaha's gaze wandering from time to time. He wanted to stick around longer. Just to see how much longer his boss cum friend will resist the temptation. Yet, watching him was becoming a pain. He looked around at the men in the room and announced the end of the party.The men looked at each other in understanding and stood up leaving, one by on
Subhanallah, what a beautiful day it was. Rumeysa woke up feeling nervous. She was going to get married today. Will the event go well?was there something she was supposed to do? what would happen after the nikah? Was she allowed to be happy when Humeyra was not?She looked at her hands. They looked more b
Rumeysa walked around the orphanage inspecting every corner. A month had gone past so fast without any warning. She and Muntaha went back to their home country after meeting with everyone else. Humeyra was the only one they didn't have the pleasure to see. She disappeared without a warning.The first thin
Zuneir and Juweyriya were finally feeling at ease with their circumstances. They had faced a lot of things but, by the end of it all, they found each other. The bane that was in his heart finally faded away. He let go of everything that would hurt him and embraced those that were likely to bring him happiness.