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I ordered. She nodded desperately. Ayesha's POV, ThankGod! Armaan believes me atleast, but he's still distant from me. I'm avoiding Amaal too now. It's all my fault, I feel soo guilty. We shouldn't have gone through soo much for that diary in the first place! Amaal assured me it will all die down soon but... As if those rumours weren't enough, new rumours surfaced. Now, not just my and Amaal's, but also, Amaan and my pictures were leaked too.......and this time, my face was clear, along with my identity!

I couldn't shake the need to know what others thought of the story—of my story. Not too surprising, the comments hit me like sharp daggers, each one is criticism and disdain. ‘Anastasia ruins everything!’ one reads, the words searing into my consciousness like a brand. ‘I wish Author Agness would take over and save this mess!’ another comments, the sentiment echoes in countless variations throughout the thread: ‘I swear, if this b.ullshit continues, I’m gonna find that amateur writer and burn her house down!’ ‘Gosh! How could she insert herself into the story and steal Hugh from Yvanna?!’

"The whole world watched us kiss on live television. They know we're in love. They know we have sex. This is just—details." "Explicit details." "Details that will make the book a bestseller." Damian groaned. He looked at his phone again. The comments kept coming. Most were supportive. Some were creepy. A few were hateful—but those were drowned out by the wave of fans defending them. Then he saw a different headline. "Volkov's Father 'Horrified' by Book's Explicit Content." Damian's stomach turned. He clicked the link. An interview with his father—from the hospital, still pretending to be paralyzed, still trying to control the narrative.

i ask curiously and he roll his eyes. "I am not single my relationship with Amaya is still intact we ré just on strike."he say and i laugh. "You two are weird talking about Amaya i met uncle Azan at thé seminar he gavé me this that i should give it to hanan."I say removing thé book from my backpack and drop it for him. "Its probably one of those fantasy or historical fiction books, that weird girl and her weird ways."he say and i look at thé book with a nod.

Like the absurdity of it all had finally hit her. "You're actually insane," she said. "Probably," I agreed. My phone kept buzzing. Orders. Comments. Think pieces about female sexuality and shame and the commodification of intimacy. People were actually having real conversations about what happened instead of just screaming at me. And they were buying the book. By the thousands. Hours later, after Valentina had called three more times and my publisher had sent a cease-and-desist email that I promptly ignored, I finally stood up and walked over to Mila.

She only posts her new clothes and attend to more clients in her DM. "Damn, girl. I always knew you were clueless but not this antisocial. You already hit 800K some weeks ago but I don't know how many you have now." Fayha rolled her eyes making the other occupants in the room chuckle. They've always liked their banter, it's a sight to see especially when Amani is in the spotlight. "Don't call me clueless now. I have more important things to do than checking my followers." Amani rolled her eyes right back then folded her arms around her chest feeling heavy with the lace. She should really remove it soon.

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