All Chapters of Divinity's Decent : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Not yet corpse Still we rot UnknownChapter 12Sleep eluded me.For hours after my return to my bedroom, I just lay there, staring into the night, watching as darkness slowly gave way to light. By the time dawn broke, I’d come to a decision. I’d married the minister as an exchange to my family, and I was determined to see the whole thing through and not to end up like my mother. I was going to fight for it if I had to, but by allah, I wasn’t going to return to india with nothing to show for it. Not after the minister and his son had already had their way with me. I came there to be a wife to the minister, and a wife I was going to be.Armed with my renewed determination, I rose to my feet, had a shower, and dressed up in my finest Salwar Kameez . I took the time to tie my brown head tie to give me a regal, more mature look, one that gave me an air of authority, one that could help me better pas

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

Chapter 16 “Death is so strange, why is her room still intact like she would return” Unknown We rode in silence, with him reading his newspaper the whole time. Looking at him, I was certain he knew of my ongoing affair with his son. The same way he knew I was all too aware of his own numerous trysts. But apparently, putting up a show with a beautiful wife at his side was more important to him. I knew better than to try to make any conversation, so I just kept my mouth shut.It was only a 30-minute drive, but on getting to the venue, I immediately regretted wasting my beautiful outfit on such a local affair. Apparently, one of the minister's office workers was marrying off his daughter, and had made him the chairman of the occasion. We stood out like a sore thumb, with the locals captivated by the glamorous Mercedes Benz, but even more so by the beautiful wife.“Is that a human being or a spirit?”“You've got an eye for good things at

“This is not a mere story, this is the Story of how I lived and I want you to read it, don't cry for me, don't be sad at least I survived. Maybe” By meChapter 18“yusuf!” I exclaimed, glaring at him. “What’s the meaning of this?”“And you’re here sauntering around the house like you own it,” he sneered, his grip on my arm tightening. “Look how your skin is shining. You really are enjoying my father’s money. Who would have ever thought you were such a viper? A money-hungry viper!”I tugged at my arm, desperate to break free, but he held on tighter.“You didn’t struggle with my brother, but instead gave him a free pass to the honeypot between your legs.”I tried to wrestle my hand away, but he only just held on tighter.“To think I had you right there before me but chose to be the perfect gentleman,” he said, pulling me closer to him. “I could have slept with you in that dump you call your house, but I was there thinking you wer

Chapter 20There are days my pain is so elaborate...that the salt of my tears tastes not of my ownbut like that of my ancestors —and the women who dealtwith this sorrow before me. — Segovia AmilMy Sleepwalking started eighteen months after my child was killed.The first time it happened, I’d fallen asleep in the minister's bedroom and woken on the staircase landing, between his floor and mine. It wasn’t yet dawn when I woke up, so I’d quickly made my way to my bedroom, to make it look like I’d decided to leave him early. The next time I wasn’t as lucky, and I’d been woken by the minister's kick. I’d fallen asleep on the staircase landing again, and he’d found me on his way downstairs.“ Have you finally gone mad or something?” he’d barked. “My friend, get off the floor before the servants start to gossip. you are mad?”I immediately scurried back to my room, where I spent the better part of the morning thinking of what could have