The Game

Asmaira was grateful to Feriha for letting her have dinner in her room and then bringing her back to Amaan’s room. Her respect for her mother-in-law increased tenfold when she sat with her and advised Amaan to work on his behavior. However, there were limitations to which she could help Asmaira.

Recollecting Amaan’s warning, she decided to continue to sleep outside the room to avoid crossing Amaan’s path. Staying in the same room was out of the question, and she couldn’t sleep on the couch, knowing he could and would kill her in her sleep. She walked out to the adjacent space to his room. The vast space surrounded by the glass railing could be her temporary habitant. Looking at the metallic garden swing with a leg rest in one corner, she knew who planned that sit-out interior. She heaved a sigh, grateful for the sliding door separating the room and the balcony. The blinders over the door gave her the necessary privacy from the tyrant prowling on the other side.

“Must be Raina’s idea