IN TWENTY ONE DAYS
ABUJA, NIGERIA.
"I really don't like that he gave her his heart, he should've lived and be happy with the other woman. She clearly loved him a lot too, so much." Bushra murmured, her eyes brimming with tears as she stared at the large television in front of them. They are watching a movie, together with Amir in their new living room. On their wedding night.
"No, he did the right thing to me." Amir whispered back, his head atop hers while his arms are wounded around her shoulder, resting right on her arm where he traces unknown patterns now and then.