Kabir's cruel nickname, 'Zini,' was the final blow to Ziniya's fragile composure. Trembling, she forced herself out of bed, facing him with tear-filled eyes. The desperate clatter of her bangles echoed her defeat as her arms dropped to her sides."Don’t call me that!" she roared, clenching her hand into a fist in a vain attempt to mask her hurt and betrayal.Kabir merely smirked at her futile effort. Ignoring her outburst, he sauntered to an armchair, sat, and lit a cigarette. He watched her shattered state through the smoke, his utter indifference—as if she deserved her pain—wounding Ziniya most of all. To her, he resembled a powerful King delivering a just sentence, and she the guilty subject.She shuffled towards him, her chin wobbling, and whispered, "You played me.”Crossing his leg, he remained silent, taking a long drag and exhaling in mocking quiet.Ziniya continued, “The care, the attention. You pretended you could read me like an open book. You pretended to be my savior, resc
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