𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐈
In the idyllic setting of paradise, a marriage unfolds. Deep love exists between them, yet their careers hold the highest priority in their hearts.They remain steadfastly committed to each other, e...
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Meerab's heart sank as she witnessed the scene unfolding before her. The woman sitting on her bed was none other than Haya, her husband's one-sided lover or perhaps more accurately, his obsessive admirer. Haya slowly rose from the bed, her movements slightly hindered by a limp. A triumphant smirk spread across her face as she addressed Murtasim.
"Thank you, Murtasim," Haya said, her voice dripping with insinuation. "What you gave me in this room has certainly helped me to move on."
Meerab's mind raced, trying to make sense of what she was seeing. How could this be happening? Was it some elaborate act? But the look in Haya's eyes made it all seem so real.
A wave of anger and betrayal washed over Meerab. She had always known about Haya's infatuation with her husband, but she had never imagined that it would go this far. She had trusted Murtasim implicitly, but now she couldn't help but wonder if he had been unfaithful to her.
As Haya left the room, Murtasim's eyes darted to Meerab's face, searching for any sign of emotion. But her expression remained blank, her eyes devoid of any discernible feeling. A silent prayer echoed in his heart, a desperate plea for Meerab to trust him, to believe that things were not as they seemed.
