Third Person's POV:
If Maryam had the chance to murder someone and not be punished for it, then she would definitely choose Adam. It was a big thing to say since she had Shehroz and Abdullah as a good option too. But, over the past few days, she felt like Abdullah wasn't so bad after all.
He wasn't the perfect husband but it seemed like he was trying a little to. Though it wasn't enough, it was better than nothing. He would drop her off and pick her up from school whenever he got the time and the other day, he actually treated her to ice-cream.
Despite that, both of them rarely talked. Their conversations mostly consisted of; "How was your day?" or, "Did you like dinner?" or Abdullah would usually ask, "Did that Adam guy do anything else?"
Of course, Maryam didn't tell him that she had yelled at him and humiliated him in front of his friends and a few other students that were at the scene. And she di
Third Person's POV"Dinner is served, Mistress." With her gaze on the ground and her head bend down with respect, the young lady in a maid's uniform stood at the door of Cornelia's room. She didn't dare move her gaze from the floor and waited for Cornelia's response."I'm coming!" Cornelia's tone was cheerful the way it had been for the last few hours. Even though Maryam was still furious at her for sending her very private 0.b: Abdullah, she was still excited to have dinner with her and her family."My mom's going to love you!" Cornelia remarked as both of them walked downstairs to the dining hall. Maryam nodded, a bit unsure. "Does she know I'm here?"Cornelia nodded. "Duh! I told her the moment you agreed to stay over. She was at her boutique so she couldn't greet you but told me especially to bring you to dinner." she explained to me while pushing the big door of the hall open. The door ope
Third Person's POV:The next morning when Maryam said goodbye to Cornelia and reached home around 9 o clock, she felt extremely anxious as she entered through the big door held open for her by a butler. "Good Morning, Ma'am." he greeted her which she didn't hear as her mind was so occupied.She didn't feel anything around her and her senses were not working. The only thing she was worried about was the pictures. Abdullah had seen them. He had replied as well.But what was his reaction?As she passed the exquisite, expensive decoration pieces hung at the walls, she ran into a table with a big vase on it. The noise of the glass rocking back and forth due to the impact shook her out of her thoughts and she quickly took it and balanced it.She turned around on her feet with a relieved look that she didn't break it. Allah knew how expensive it was. As soon as she looked up, she was me
Third Person's POV:It suddenly hit Abdullah what he had done. When he saw the look of anger, hurt, and disbelief on Maryam's face, he took a step backward. "I-uh..." When he stuttered, Noor shot him a glance that reminded him that he had to be ruthless. But, the guilt he felt was too much that he couldn't quickly cover it up."I'm leaving. If you called me just to give me this present of humiliation, then I think this is enough for today." Though the tears collecting at the brim of her eyes threatened to fall, Maryam kept up a tough face. She turned around to leave before Noor or Abdullah could see her weakness."You deserved it, Maryam." Noor was quick to speak which made her stop in her tracks. "Noor, I swear if you say another word, I won't be able to tolerate it," she warned her, her voice breaking. She wanted to yell at them, curse them, hit them, and show them that she wasn't a weakling. But, she felt scared.
Third Person's POV:Cornelia slammed her hands on the table, startling Maryam. Her eyes were burning red and she gritted her teeth like she would explode. "He hit you?!" she almost yelled out. Maryam shushed her because everyone in the parlor was looking at them.Cornelia sat back down on her seat and cleared her throat, calming down a little. "Your husband is so dead, Maryam." she sounded very dangerous. "How dare he do that to you? I won't ever forgive him for this. I'll talk to dad to—" but she was interrupted by Maryam who had wiped her tears with her sleeve and wasn't crying anymore."Let it be, Corn. I don't want Mr. Wilson or anyone else to get dragged into this," she said with a poker face, looking into her cup of ice cream. She took a bite and savored the sweet flavor that flooded into her mouth. "Let's enjoy this ice cream and forget about that jerk," she told Cornelia who wasn't ready to accept defeat at
Third Person's POV:It was a dark room in a dark building that was almost going to drop. The upper two portions had already fallen, creating huge rubble surrounding the building. It was the perfect place to hide—or should I say; to hide someone.It was nighttime. A broken clock inside the dull room with nothing but a pole and a few drums of Allah knew what, repeatedly struck 9 o clock as it was broken. The moon was high in the sky and shining very brightly. It was a soundless night. But, the soundlessness carried a huge weight of restlessness and uneasiness. There was a small window in the room through which the moonlight seeped in.The shuffling of Maryam's long skirt was heard when she shifted with discomfort in her position, still unconscious. Slowly, her eyes opened and she tried to adjust her sight to the dark and gloom that surrounded her.It struck her a moment later that she wasn't in a
Third Person's POV:A groan of pain left Maryam as she collapsed to the ground, crawling into herself. She coughed blood and felt like she would throw up. Her eyes had been shut due to the agony but she managed to open one eye to see what the two men intended to do after that."Wasn't a very good idea to escape, butterfly." the nickname irritated her and she swore at Ivan in her mind, unable to be vocal about it. He came forward and picked her up and she couldn't resist. He threw her back at the pole and John proceeded to take the fallen handcuffs to tie her hands again."Let me go. Please..." she formed a weak sentence, taking her chance to make them feel sorry for her. It was of no use because John didn't stop. He picked the handcuffs and took her hands forcefully, pulling them behind the pole.Tears filled her eyes again and started falling vigorously but she tried to hold them in to show them a b
Third Person's POV:Maybe the only thing bad about David Wilson going to jail was Cornelia's grief. No matter how many times Maryam texted her or called her, she would get no response. She wasn't even reading her messages. Maryam could just imagine what she was going through.When she got out of bed, thinking hard about what Abdullah said to her before leaving, she quickly made for her room. The moment she got up, her stomach ache rose again, making her wince in pain and let out a groan. It took her a minute to adjust her weight and balance herself.Then, she started walking but as soon as she exited Abdullah's room, she was met by three maids waiting for her, standing outside like guards. With a frown, she looked at three of them, studying their appearance. There were two brunettes and one blonde and all three of them wore long brown and skin-colored maid uniforms.They acknowledge
——Maryam's POV——I felt a wave of loneliness wash over me as I stared blankly into my phone's screen. There wasn't a single reply from Cornelia and I didn't try to text her again as per Abdullah's instructions. But, my heart still yearned for her, and I wished I could do something for her.Sighing, I got up from my bed and walked over to the door to escape the boredom in my room. It was nine in the night and I had spent the whole day praying or resting. It was finally time for dinner and like always, I wasn't expecting Abdullah to be home for it.I walked outside to the dining hall and helped out with laying the table. "How are you feeling now, ma'am?" Mila smiled at me as she took a tray of boiled rice and placed it on the table. "Good, Alhamdulillah. Although it wasn't severe, to begin with." I replied just as nicely.She nodded courteously and got back to