Wait.
A long wait....
What will happen when seven years of hate and pain will turn Zahan's life upside down. Or better yet make him face the woman he had never wanted to see ever in his remaining days of life.
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This is a sequel to orphic. It...
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In the midst of December, the sun barely held any warmth against the world. Its rays were a source of light only and a way to describe how the night had passed but it was still not strong enough to pass through the thick curtains of the second-floor master bedroom balcony.
The white house shined to its max under the hidden sun, having the salt air linger at its wake. The sound of seagulls echoed in the better part of the neighborhood and the waves crashed rather harshly against the rocky shore.
What a Sunday afternoon it was for the people who had bright smiles and loud giggles erupting from their mouths. It was the coldest day of December so far and the inhabitant of the white house didn't want to leave her bed.
The room was drowned in darkness from every corner, only the soft glow of the morning could be felt through the curtains lowering the opaqueness of the material.
"Ma'am" a voice spoke softly from the other side of the closed door and the pillows on the bed shuffled.
"What?" A cold reply was shot back after the voice kept getting louder and louder. One of the woman's green eyes peeked from behind the pillows to stare at the door as if keeping the other one closed would hold the sleep in it.
"It's ma'am-"
"Open the damn door before I break it. It's a goddamn Sunday not the end of the world that you get to sleep till four" the mother of two yelled from the other side and a cry of helplessness escaped the sleepy woman's lips.
"Go away" she yelled, turning her back to the door and pushing her face more into the soft pillow.
"Zoya" Hadiya yelled and the sleep from Zoya's eyes vanished.
A stoic expression took over her features and her fist that was clutching the pillow loosened. The name was not to be spoken in this house. That woman had died in the dark basement of that lavish house in Lahore, leaving nothing but the broken daughter of an innocent man. Yasir Alam Khan.
Her real father?
He was a topic she'd rather not look back to, all of what she did to clear his name from any accusations was a waste. He didn't deserve the high rank she gave him, destroying a child's life for validation of your own was something she was glad she never got to face.
I'm no better now. Am I?
Shaking her head she sat up straight in the mess of white quilt around her waist.
"I'm up" she yelled at the constant knocking on the door that stopped almost immediately.
Having your best friend move in next door wasn't a good idea after all. The buzzing in her nightstand made her turn her head towards her right and roll her eyes at Talia's messages.
"Savaş bey was asking about you"
"He's not leaving me alone. Please meet him soon"
"Please ma'am. He won't stop nor will his assistant"
