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he sun had just started it's ascend on the sky, the thin rays of it's light had stated beaming on the glorious water of Bosporus and the sound of seagulls had taken over the silence silence of the night before.

She wasn't too sure if she should go or not but her mind had told her that it was for the best that she did, it was after all her annual office dinner and she had to be there. The company had new employees to welcome and new partners to meet, it was obvious the boss needed to be there.

She took in a deep breath and closed her eyes as the salt air did wonders to calm her throbbing head, the visions of her past had taken over heat another peaceful night and sleep had abandoned her to deal with them on her own.

She often wondered why she was putting up a fight and why her life even had a purpose but then she remembered all that she had fought for, all the people she needed to protect inorder to repent for her mistakes.

She traced the healed scar on her left cheek that ran down the line of her jaw nearly reaching her jugular vein and a chill ran down her spine at the memory. Zoya often wondered is she was wasting her money on therapy since she had to plans on letting her trauma go, in the past decade or so she had jumped from one therapist to the other, once for her mother's death, next for the revelation that she was adopted, next for the fact her baba had died a horrible death because of her foolish attempt at revenge and now to deal with the trauma of her months in that dark and disgusting dungeon.

Arbaz used to visit, he paid her some attention when he thought he wanted to see how he had ruined the woman who had rebelled against him. He was challenged with the kind of challenges she never understood.

A bitter laugh ripped past her lips followed by a wince as the pain in her head struck her like a sledge hammer, her eyes closed shut to let this wave of pain pass by before opening them to witness the weather changing, it grew humid and weirdly suffocating compared to the pleasant breeze that was blowing just a moment ago.

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