The night's revelry had given way to the soft hues of dawn, casting a gentle glow over the grand mansion. Ameera found herself sitting in a quiet corner, the echo of the previous evening's events still resonating within her. Her thoughts were a tumultuous sea, each wave crashing against the shores of her consciousness, leaving behind fragments of questions and revelations.Kabir's presence had ignited a storm of emotions that she struggled to contain. The realization that her closest confidant, her dearest friend, was now intricately woven into the world of power and darkness that Haider inhabited was a bitter pill to swallow. Her mind replayed their shared memories, the laughter and the unspoken moments of understanding, now tainted by the knowledge of Kabir's true identity.Lost in her contemplations, Ameera's gaze wandered to a distant point, her thoughts echoing in the silence. "How could I have been so blind?" she whispered to herself, her voice carrying the weight of disbelief.
Ameera descended the grand staircase, her steps cautious in the elegant yet unfamiliar mansion. Her thoughts were a whirlwind of emotions, still grappling with the revelations and tumultuous events that had unfolded. Her heart weighed heavy with the knowledge that she was now entwined with Haider in ways she hadn't anticipated.Just as her gaze reached the bottom of the staircase, her eyes met Haider's. He stood at the entrance, his demeanor a stark contrast to the ruthless man she had witnessed before. For a brief moment, his sternness seemed to melt away, replaced by a look that Ameera couldn't quite decipher – a mixture of concern and something she couldn't put a name to.As if caught in a trance, Ameera's foot slipped on the edge of a step. Her heart lurched as she teetered, her breath catching in her throat. Before she could even register the danger, she felt a strong pair of arms wrap around her, pulling her close to a solid, reassuring presence."Careful, Ameera!" Haider's voic
Gritting his teeth, he fiercely squeezed her arms making the tears drench her eyes completely, " Do you think that whatever you do behind my back, I will not know? " Streams of tears trickle down her tinted cheeks onto his hands which made him even more devastated.He can't see the tears in her eyes. He hates her.He loves her.He tortures her. He can't see her in pain." What made you think that you would cheat me with my own younger brother and I would not be able to understand this? " He is not able to see the tears falling from her eyes, due to which he has become more frustrated that he clenched her arms even more vigorously. She clenched her eyes tightly out of the pain which is hurting her heart more than arms. " Do you think I would not have punished him for what he did? " Hearing this, tears start flowing from her eyes even more, seeing which his teeth start grinding fiercely. " Stoppppppp ittt damnit !!! Justtt stop it… " Now he can't tolerate these tears and that's why
Damascus, Syria I am wearing my dream bridal gown, with this mesmerizing hairstyle created by my hairdresser to perfectly enhance my bridal gown. She strikes a perfect balance between formal and traditional looks by whipping my long locks in an updo with greenery and foliage, a swift twist from blooms. Even my best friend Sofia also left no stone unturned to apply makeup on my face to make me look the most beautiful on my big day. She's a savior. She has always been with me in my every trouble since childhood till the time she hadn't left Damascus. " Ameeraaa… " As my name echoed in my ears, I slide my long white beautiful veil which is giving me very mesmerizing and pleasant look. I twerked around to see when my room's door opened with a slight jerk," Ameera, How long will it take you to get ready? " My stepmother, Renad, asked me in a hurried tone while standing in front of me near the door facing me. " Renad ! " My face turned pale soon after seeing her. My heart started ach
As I put my eyelashes above my eyelids slowly, " Where am I ? " I asked myself while trying to get up when someone pushed my shoulder back on the bed and when I raised my eyes, I found Wilton standing in front of me. I got agitated ! My life almost came to my throat. " Don't be scared, Princess ! " This damn fucking word ! Don't you dare to call me that! You monster ! " Where am I ? Where are Renad and Hussain? Where have you brought me? " My heart is beating so hard that even my fingers are trembling. " Do you still care about that evil mother and drug brother of yours? " Old Wilton asked. Tears welled up in my eyes to find myself alone in a room with Wilton. How can Renad and Hussein do this to me? Didn't both of them feel pity on me at all? Didn't any person sitting there feel pity on me and did this happen as per Jacob's wish? Where is Jacob? And how can he leave me like this? How can he hand me over to his grandfather? " You need rest! " Said Wilton while standing in fron
I'm sitting in the hospital, she is in front of me, lying on the hospital bed. I'm staring at her with a mixture of anger, frustration, and concern. Who the hell is she? I ask myself. Why couldn't I take my eyes off her since I found her lying on the ground? Why is she attracting me? And why did she have to take that shot? Was that shot meant for her or for me?I couldn't believe how reckless she was, risking her life like that. But despite my frustration, I couldn't deny the concern that I felt for her. I didn't even know her name, yet I couldn't shake off the feeling of wanting to protect her.The nurse came in to check on her and I could feel my anger boiling up. "Why wasn't she treated immediately?" I shouted at her. "Don't you see she's in pain?"The nurse looked taken aback by my outburst and quickly got to work, checking Ameera's vitals and administering painkillers. But my mind was still racing with questions.Despite my anger, I couldn't help but feel drawn to her. There was
I slowly opened my eyes, squinting at the bright lights overhead. It took a few blinks to clear my vision, but when I did, I realized I was lying down on a comfortable bed in a big room. I sat up slowly, taking in my surroundings. The room was empty, and I couldn't see anyone around me.For a moment, I felt a twinge of fear creeping up on me, but I quickly pushed it away. I knew I was safe, that much was clear from the comfortable bed and the bright lights. I remembered collapsing earlier and feeling myself falling, but after that, everything was a blur. I didn't know what had happened to me, but I was relieved to be awake and conscious.I looked around the room again, trying to piece together any clues that might help me understand where I was or how I got here. But there was nothing, just me and the bed. I wondered how long I had been unconscious and what had happened while I was out.Despite all the unanswered questions, I felt a sense of calm wash over me. I knew I was in good han
La Paz, Mexico Haider sat behind his desk, calmly sipping on a glass of scotch as he reviewed the financial reports of his various businesses. He was the epitome of power and control, with the whole of Mexico at his fingertips. He was a white collar Mafia, the kind that operated behind the scenes, pulling the strings and making deals that others could only dream of.His office was a reflection of his status, a lavish display of wealth and extravagance that was unmatched by anyone else in La Paz. The room was large, with high ceilings and walls adorned with expensive artwork from around the world. The floors were covered in plush, cream-colored carpets that felt like walking on clouds.Haider's desk was a masterpiece of craftsmanship, made of rich mahogany and inlaid with gold. The desk was cluttered with papers, but everything had its place, organized and easily accessible. A high-backed leather chair sat behind the desk, providing a comfortable seat for the man who ruled over all of