⋆ ★ 𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐳𝐚 has a sunshine personality, a rich guy but good at heart. He's the CEO of his father's company, he balances his responsibilities with a love for riding bikes.
⋆ ★ 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐚 𝐊𝐡𝐚𝐧 a beautiful soul and a rich girl, is heartbrok...
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Author's pov ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆
Nida stood in front of the ornate mirror in her room, her reflection staring back at her. She was adorned in an intricately embroidered white sharara, her red veil delicately pinned over her head. Gold jewelry shimmered against her skin, but the glint in her eyes outshone everything else. Her heart raced—not from nervousness, but from the anticipation of victory.
Today was the day. The day she would finally become Zayd's wife.
Her lips curled into a smirk as she adjusted her veil, her eyes glinting with satisfaction. This is what it took, she thought, her mind flickering over the steps she had taken. The lies. The manipulations. The betrayal. All for this moment.
She leaned closer to the mirror, her voice a whisper but filled with venom. "You didn't do good slapping me, Zayd. Just wait. Once we're married, I'll make you regret it. I'll make your life a living hell. You'll wish you never crossed me." Her smirk deepened as she envisioned the torment she'd inflict on him.
The sudden creak of the door made her spin around, her expression shifting to one of practiced innocence. Her parents walked in, their faces unreadable. Her father, stern as always, kept his eyes on the floor, while her mother's gaze lingered on her with a peculiar sadness.
"Dad..." she called out softly, walking toward him. Hugging him tightly, she whispered, "I'm sorry if I ever hurt you. I'll miss you, you know?"
Her father's arms stayed stiff at his sides. He patted her back once—mechanical, detached—and stepped away. "Come quickly. It's getting late," he said, his voice devoid of any warmth. Without waiting for her reply, he walked out, calling someone on his phone as he left.
Nida blinked, her chest tightening at his coldness. Why is he acting like this? she wondered, her smirk faltering. She turned to her mother, the one person she thought would surely show her support.
"Mom..." Nida's voice cracked as she reached for her hand.
Her mother cupped her cheek gently, her thumb brushing against the corner of her eye. But her lips trembled, and the words that followed struck like a knife. "I miss my old Nida," she whispered.
A lump formed in Nida's throat as tears welled up in her eyes. "Mom, I'm your same Nida. I love you so much. Please don't say that." She hugged her mother tightly, seeking solace in her embrace.
Her mother held her for a moment longer than her father had but eventually pulled away. Her face was resolute, though her eyes glistened with unshed tears. "Come out. The guests are waiting," she said before walking out of the room.
Alone again, Nida sat down heavily on the stool, her earlier confidence now shaken. Her parents' coldness made her question everything for a fleeting moment. Her heart thudded painfully as memories of Rida flooded her mind.
