LOGINNOORIA The sound of my mother's voice opens the door of panic that I've been trying to keep shut since I stepped out of the car. I claw at Hussain's hands, my eyes silently pleading with him to let me go. “Nooria?" Mama's knock came again, louder this time and more urgent. “Your husband is here! You didn't tell us he will be coming and Assad is seconds away from killing him." Valentino is…here? Oh fuck! “Le…t…me go…y…you mons…ter!” I manage to speak trying to get his hands off me. The freak doesn't move, he barely chuckles and leans in so close that his lips almost touch mine. I try to shift my head away, but his grip on my neck makes it impossible to move and I'm stuck with the horrible possibility of kissing him. " Don't you think this is fun?” He asks, darting out his lips to lick the corner of my lips thesame way he did years ago. " Your mother walks in and sees her all so righteous and holy daughter in the arms of another man, her sister's fiance at that.* He laughs lowky li
NOORIA I hate Saturdays. There's this nervous feeling in my stomach that refuses to leave whenever the clock alarms five am on a Saturday morning. It's not because of work or anything out of the ordinary.No.Saturday is the day of the week where we come together as a family to have dinner and bond. It was Mama's idea and I hate it with everything I can muster. The other days of the week, I could avoid seeing and speaking to Baba. I leave early for work, or school and return home before he does. I head straight to my bedroom where I spend my time till next morning. But on Saturdays I can't. Baba would be at the table, his chair directly opposite mine as he asked me highlights of my week and the things I achieved, then his gaze would drop to disappointment because I didn't say what he wanted me to, or I didn't achieve what he expected me to. But today in particular, I'm wishing this Saturday never arrived. I stare down at my phone, at the message from Mama saying that Faiza should
NOORIA “I am sorry, but I couldn't find anything regarding the number," the man I'm assuming to be Carlos says, shaking his head. “It's an encrypted address and no matter how hard I dig in, I meet a dead end." I wrap my arms tighter around me and curl up further into the sofa. I couldn't go to bed alone knowing someone wants to kill me so I pleaded with Valentino if I could stay in his office while he works. Surprise, surprise, he actually said yes. Now I'm curled up in a scared little ball on his sofa watching him work. This is my first time in his office and I must say, I'm a little impressed. I expected his office to be all bland and boring like his heart. But it's rather fascinating to look at. There's a medium sized bookshelf with rows and rows of books I doubt he even reads. The sofa I'm sitting on is placed at the left side of the office, pushed to lean against the wall, directly opposite the bookshelf.His large mahogany bed is placed in the middle of the room, filled w
NOORIA Hussain stretches out his hand with a smile. Every thing in me screams at me not to accept his greeting. To turn around and bolt out of that place and never return. But with the way my mother and sister are staring at me, it's a huge doubt they won't ask questions if I do what's on my mind. I reach out against my better judgement and take his hand. He squeezes and gives me his signature smile. The one that would come off to anyone else as innocent, anyone but me. I know very well what that smile means. “It’s nice to see you again, Nooria,” Hussain says smoothly, his voice polished and charming. His thumb brushes the back of my hand in a way that looks innocent to outsiders but feels like a deliberate reminder. “You look even more beautiful than the last time we met.”Faiza’s eyebrows shoot up. She glances between us, curiosity sharpening her features. “You two know each other?”I pull my hand back as quickly as I can without making a scene, forcing a tight smile onto my fa
NOORIA.White.Everything is fucking white.The ceiling above me is blindingly white, smooth and sterile, with a single recessed light that hums softly like it’s mocking me. My eyelids feel heavy, glued shut, but I force them open wider. Am I dead? Is this what death looks like, an endless white room with no edges and no escape?My chest aches. My throat is dry. Something beeps steadily to my left, rhythmic and annoying. I try to turn my head, but the movement sends a dull throb through my skull. I blink again, slower this time, and the world starts to sharpen.Voices.I hear voices; soft, worried, familiar.Fi and Mikky.If I’m dead, does that mean they’re dead too? Did Valentino come for them after he shot me? The image flashes behind my eyes again — his gun pointed straight at my face, the cold click of the trigger. My stomach lurches. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to push the nightmare away, but it only makes the beeping louder.“Nooria? Hey, she’s waking up.”Fi’s voice is clos
NOORIA “Sit the fuck down and have your meal, before I bend you over this table and teach you why you shouldn't be late for breakfast." Valentino’s cold voice yanks me out of my own world as I stand frozen in the middle of the dining room. I don't know how long I stood there, but the picture of a young Valentino and a woman I assume to be his mother captured my attention the moment I step into the room. " Didn't you hear me, Amor?” He growls when I'm still standing despite his demand. I fight the urge to roll my eyes as I make my way to the table and take a seat opposite him. There goes the gentle person from yesterday. It is indeed true that good things never last. I make myself a toast and pour myself a glass of milk, surprised it's even at the table. My husband doesn't look like the type. “Didn't know you drank milk," I murmur. “I don't. You do." Oh! I didn't know he knew that. As I bite into my toast, my eyes find it's way to the photo on the wall and it's really difficul

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