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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 fists clenched thinking of the bullet that was meant for his love.
Abdullah, Sarah, and three other men stood shaking in front of Muntaha's desk. 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.
A figure clad in an all black outfit expertly sneaked into the room shrouded by darkness . The figure moved carefully through the window and ensured that no one was around except the sleeping person on the bed before moving nearer to the bed.He was accustomed to moving in the dark and could easily camouflage and become one with it. That was one of his specialties. He was a renown assassin who workedbest in shadows but his mission was totally different today. He was not there to kill , rather he was there to comfort his breaking heart.He quietly removed his shoes and black body suit. Ensuring that his concealed weapons were well hidden, he lifted the covers and back hugged the sleeping body. Rumeysa woke up startled by the arm surrounding her body and tried to scream but before she could , a warm palm covered her lips.Her pounding heart relaxed when she had a whiff of the scent coming from the perso
The two lovers slept peacefully in each other's arms. These was the scene Humeyra witnessed. Looking at the two, she couldn't help but shake her head. The temptations were too great even for her little sister.She recalled how she hadtied Hamdan up and did unthinkable things to him . She was not perfect. No one was. What makes a difference however is that, if we must learn from our mistakes, then it would hurt more than learning from others mistakes.She was no difference from Muntaha. She was stealthy in her moves and could easily move about without shifting the direction of air to alert anyone. Humeyra found all the weapons Muntaha brought along and placed them in her leather jacket. She then left a little note behind for Muntaha to find.Two hours after Humeyra's visit, Rumeysa woke up. Shehad over slept and missed her morning prayers for the first time in ages. She sighed out loud before stretching her ha
Humeyra and Hamdan sat in the car as they were driven back to their home country. They opted to travel by road due to Humeyra's early pregnancy.It was quiet unsafe to board a plane in her state.Unfortunately,her morning sickness opted to start on the same day they had started their journey. Hamdan felt pained watching his wife throw up almost everything she consumed. She appeared more frail that she normally was which he didnt like.As she laid on her husband's shoulder to rest, he would caress her cheeks lovingly from time to time to remind her that he was there for her. Her head would shift from his shoulder to laying on his lap from time to time.The journey that should normally take two days on the roadtook two extra days. They would stop to find a hotel to rest at night and start their journey the next day. Hamdan would massage Humeyra's entire body before bed every night and help ma
The three men sat together trying to come up with a solution. This was the first time that they had excluded Hamdan in talking out things. Who could blame them though?It was in deed a very sensitive issue.Bilal sat facing his younger brothers. Among all the siblings , he was the second eldest after Hamdan andwas only a year younger than him. Hamdan had his mother's facial features but his father's character. He got the best of the two.On the other hand, Bilal was the complete opposite.He got his father's looks and his mother's cruel nature. Though he was older thanBoth Zuneir and Abdirahman, he was a sadist.Currently,he was wondering and imagining how he would have finished what zuneir had started if he was in his shoes.Just thinking of their sister- in - law, one word dominated his mind. Covet! He lusted after everything in a skirt. The perfect playboy. His look
Wahid has been in Jayda Rabia for three days now and true to his initial assumption he would not be able to rest even for a second. Looking at all the legal documents in his possession, he didn’t know where to start from.The copies of the original wills, affidavits, and witness signed documents felt as heavy as wet clay soil in his hand. Wahid was Humeyra’s legal advisors and head of legal dealings in all of her ventures.The call he had declined in the presence of Farhana was from one of his junior advocates who handled legal issues that had no major impact. What he had in his hands, however, felt like a time bomb that would cause havoc once it fell in the wrong hands.He momentarily ignored the papers lying on his desk and went to stand by the widow. Looking outside the transparent glass of the window, he watched the rain fall gently from the heavens greeting the earth that welcomed its cooling effect.The soil outside greedil
The room that was once clean enough to be used as a huge plate was now in shambles. Debris of rocks scattered everywhere as dust filled the once pure air and polluted it.Near the humongous window, laid a man with no signs of breathing. Blood flowed out of the open wound at the back of his head. His once debonair crispy suit was now half torn. The parts that were not torn were full of dirt .If one could get closer , one could smell charred clothes from the still body on the cold floor.The surprising and weird thing about the whole situation, however,was that the door was still intact. A few minutes passed when peace and an eerie silence fell over the ruined room.Heavy footsteps could be heard coming towards the room. From the sound emitted by the steps, one could easily deduce that the people approaching were many.Soon, military boots approached the door which was still intact. The w
The handsome soldier was in a trace for a few minutes until the beeping of his phone alerted him. He used his hand to reach out for his phone as his gaze lingered on wahid's sleeping form a little longer.He retrieved his phone and turned it on. It was only then that his penetrating gaze moved from wahid's face to the phone screen. Looking at the content of the message he had just received, his features contorted in irritation.He let out a heavy sigh as he stood up. It was only then that he realised how much of his weight was on wahid's lap. He had forgotten about straddling him. This made his ears turn a bright shade of pinkHe stoodtall between wahid's legs and gave him one last long lingering gaze filled with longing before he turned his head and walked towards the open dent in the wall.His fellow comrades were already on stand by ready to vacate the premises.Befo
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.