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The Maid that Married her Mistress's desired Husband

The Maid that Married her Mistress's desired Husband

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It is a love story, a romance, taken and twisted, with realistic misfortunes that can stop real love from blossoming. Two lovers, destined for each other, are torn apart physically by authority. She was a servant, an invisible woman, but he saw her and wanted her, there were obstacles, death, murder, seduction, imprisonment, betrayal, anything to keep them apart. But in the late hours, like a guardian angel, he came to her, in secret, and took care of her, offering his company of comforted silence. But he had a plan, he already knew what he wanted, and he no longer was going to allow anything to stand in their way, including the walls of her prison, for which he was willing to sacrifice everything for her freedom. When he finally gets to marry the woman his heart desires. Then how seriously would the phrase, "Till death do us part" affect them?

Chapter 1 The Lion to His Flower

Heart-wrenching sounds of heavy breathing filled the cold, soundless, pitch-black night as a single living soul stood amongst an assembly of dead ones. His silhouette body could be seen glowing in the dark as it shook from the cold you might think, until his sobs ripped through the air.

His wails increased and decreased as he stood in front of the grave of his lover, who he had just buried.

Opening his mouth, desperately trying to inhale, he spoke weakly, "Is this how it feels?" He asked, earning no response, his knees buckled under him as he struggled to stand above the freshly, moist grave that his lover resides in.

"Is this how the lion felt when the flowery garden turned to dried weeds?" He continued to question with no response, making him weaker and weaker as he grabbed his aching chest, falling to his knees as a struggling choked-up cry escaped from his gaping mouth.

"What kind of husband puts dirt on his wife's face," he spat in utter disgust towards himself, before putting his hand on the dirt as an emotional chuckle left his throat.

"Oh how lucky you are, my love, to smell the fragrance of Jannah," he softly said, sitting back on his calves with his head low.

"Isn't it ironic, Sumayyah, how our love story is similar to that of Ali and Fatimah," he smiled sadly, remembering all the moments when they used to fall in love with the stories of the legendary couple.

"I guess it's only right that I recite their poem towards you," he said as his voice cracked and his sobs returned.

"What's wrong with me, Sumayyah? Standing at the graveyard saying salam to the one who passed. The grave of my lover, but she's not responding, Sumayyah, why are you not responding to my salam? Have you forgotten all of the intimate moments that were shared between the two of us?" He chokingly recited before breaking down as he tried to continue with his own words, "Have you forgotten that moment when our eyes met and our hearts connected or the spark that we felt when our hands first touched, have you forgotten me, Habibi?" He questioned as his heart began losing the desire for this world.

"What am I to do now, Sumayyah, whose soft, warm hands are going to wake me up for Tahuijad, and who is going to protect my exposed heart for the rib in front of it has perished, what am I to do, my darling Summyyah?" He asked before his face became void of emotions except his eyes showed signs of acceptance and realization.

Standing up on his once weak legs that suddenly gained strength, he raised his hands, made a short prayer for his beloved, and with one glance at her grave, he turned around and walked away, in the far distance, the rattling sound of a baby crying could be heard as a smile graced his lips his little butterfly, a gift he was blessed with, a piece of his beloved wife that remained with him. A baby girl, who he walked towards mumbling the very words that will haunt the whole of mankind until the end of times.

"Every soul shall taste death, and only on the Day of Judgment will you be paid your full recompense."

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