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Morning rays hit her face passing through the panel of the window. She groaned lightly getting up from her place. At the same time, the clock made an ordinary sound seven times, and she sighed. It was early seven, and she hopped off the bed and grabbed a pin. Gathering her all messy yet silky hair-like threads, she cages them into a bun holding her hairpin in her mouth. Suddenly she felt a strange heated gaze over her face. A shiver runs down her body. She was stiff. She lived alone then who was staring at her and from where. Her trembling hands fell to her sides and her lips were still holding the small and delicate pin. Her hair fell on her face and back when she became a statue all of a sudden. Her sweaty forehead was dripping off the droplets. She finally got the clue, the window. The damn window was open. Someone was staring her out of the house. A relief rushed over her mind, someone wasn't inside the house but someone was watching her and she wasn't wearing her hijab. She ga

A fresh and cold wind passed through her body. Mind felt at ease and amused by the fresh aroma, she just came out of the cab along with Amy when a breeze touched her. A tickling session rose in her whole body. Pure fear was taking a huge place in her heart because she knows, something was waiting for her inside the art gallery. The Art Gallery. Where she wanted to visit and was eager to feel the strong stone walls of it- now when she was standing in front of the building it felt empty. When she heard the news about the building of an art gallery she was dying of excitement but it seemed hollow. Chatting sounds were clear enough to hear and she felt a rush around her. People were eager to get in but guards were checking the pass and invitation cards. "Let's go, Dianna. " Amy held her hand and walked on the long pathway along with the people. She was getting nervous now, her forehead was sweaty- the band-aid surely got wet, but her hijab was hiding the clue of her getting hurt. He

Adnan's P.O.VA thud followed after a loud sigh when I rested my expensive watch and wallet on the table. The whole damn mansion was drenched in darkness and I didn't want to turn on the lights. Because it feels wrong, seeing she was facing the darkness in her whole damn life.I have thrown my tired body on the couch, along with my head back. Looking at the ceiling pointlessly.My mind again, slowly, neatly, shifted back to the woman.She wasn't just a woman.She was a miracle in my life.She was fragile.I did everything wrong, from start to end it's not the end but I somehow know-I'll end everything wrong.The only thing I know is that.SHE WAS MINE.SHE IS MINE.SHE WILL REMAIN MINE.That's the fact she needs to accept. I know everything about her, her past, her present and I'm creating her future too. Her life has belonged to me since I first laid my eyes on her.She was fire yet ice.I'm her prey. I'm burning for her. My heart is burning. My mind is foggy.Again the scene of me b

Dianna's P.O.VA strong fruity smell hits my nostrils and a groan- which sounds like a moan- left my mouth. I smiled at the thought of a new day. A blessing day.My hands dip on the mattress which was softer than necessary. I furrowed, my bed never felt this comfortable.I snapped my eyes open but the view was the same. Pitch Dark.I sat holding my head and yawned. What was the time? I put my feet on the floor but it hits me hard. The silk of the carpet caressed my barefoot instead of the cold wooden floor. I jumped back on the bed like I had an encounter with a lion.I swallowed, trying to get to the point where I was. Morning unexpected visit from my landlord. Being homeless. A voice. Calling my name. I searched for my bag. My bag? Where is it? And then what happened after that? Huh? That creepy man.A sudden chill ran down my spine. He just forcefully took me here. Here? I don't know where exactly.Then I choked my saliva.He was trying to kill me.He was choking me to death.My br

Dianna's P.O.VI hate him.I hate him.I hate him.This mantra was restlessly chanted in my mind. Only if I could shout at his face. It was early morning and I was woken up by Phoebe. She informed me, I need to hurry. Not giving me a brief explanation I was thrown into the bathroom along with a heavy dress. It was so heavy and weighty that my body started to get numb with the weight but it hit me hard when I guessed what it was. My palms touched the embroidery of the gown." We're going to get married tomorrow. " His words rang into my ears. I almost dropped to my knees, due to sudden shock or the gown I don't know. I shook my head in no, it can't happen. This man can never be my husband. I can't marry this person who almost rape me last night.Phoebe and two women forcefully made me sit on the stool and did something to my face. Allah knows what they were even doing, makeup was something I never liked. I was gritting my teeth in helplessness and rage.It has been hours but they didn'