ped her ears. She shut her eyes as the object smashed the wall of her bed

my salary yet." She stammered, struggling to defeat her fright; her stutte

e of another attack from her wrathful mother. She squatted behind the sofa with her palms shielding her head,

e ship. Get out of your hideout! Give me the money! Now!" She covered her wail as her mother smashed a cup onto the sofa which bounced and dropped on its fluffy mattress. Ya

ng her figure to spot her there. Her heart pounded against her chest, waitin

ot y

out to her head. Her fingers pulled some strands

. Please…" she begged while holding her moth

fell on the freezing floor conquered by her corpulant arms. Yara's palms bussed th

uc

sleep here

he pain of injury on her foot, knees, and wrists which was getting intense, that girl helpless

he sadness that filled most of her story. Her heart hurt at the fact that no one cared

ip with the man she adored. Her destiny brought her to life everyone dreamed of, having perfect parents, an adorable fian

n who detested her like she was trash in her eyes. She even had to work hard to

; she grunted. "Why i

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big round brown eyes and pointed nose framed by her oval face. Her wavy lo

some makeup to them. Standing up, she posed there for a minute

er room paused her in her spot. The wrinkles on th

hat is it that makes you happier?" Es

s for you. Gue

tly that I am not go

our father has been waiting." She circled her arm arou

kan's face switched to her wife and daughter, greeting them with a sm

ed up while picking bread and dipping it int

d, signaling him to say something. That man stopped cu

ding; it will be held next month." Esma looked up at

und out about

t have informed him

other's serious face, looking forward to her answer. A small bow of her head confir

reated her like a jewel was one of the things she was always grateful for. Never did Esma witness the violence not the fight o

kan family even sent her to the best institution to pursue her education with which she had a brilliant career i

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ied Yara since morning so her body weakened with fatigue. Her hands o

ystal white tile of the long corridor. Her feet and eyes moved

austion. While watching the area ahead of her and counting how long her act

natch the mopping tool; she resumed her task with grunts occasionally escaping he

Yara started losing the balance of her weariness. Her foot unconsciously kicked t

However, someone's scream halted her, compelling her to spin on her heel. Her shoes slipped on the slippery til

zing eyes, and an endearing smile on his lips in a white clo

time," Yara's heart whispere

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