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"Oh, darling. You can't fix yourself by breaking someone else."
Every young woman wants to marry Aryan Sheikh, the young, handsome Prince and a self-made businessman. His eyes are set on Yasmin Omer, the girl who has re...
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Omer House - 4th January 2015
"YOU SAID FOUR DAYS, she should have been up by now," Niyah said, crossing her arms beneath her chest.
"Be patient, she will be up in the upcoming minutes."
The old doctor Cole took a long sip from the whiskey bottle emptying the remaining contents down his bloating belly. Throwing his head back, he closed his eyes. Lines of exhaustion disappeared from his face. His sweaty feet laying on the rustic coffee table and the acrid alcohol dominating around nauseated her stomach.
She walked out of that stuffy living room and approached the young man who stared at the bumblebees flying over some purple coneflowers.
"Kabir," she called out.
Taken aback he looked at her and turned his eyes to the room where snoring came from.
"I'm starting to doubt his abilities," she conveyed, standing opposite of him.
He let out a long exhale.
"Look Cole is the most crooked and experienced doctor I could have found. We cannot trust anyone else."
"Maybe you're right and staying in Yasmin's house has proven worthy since no one comes around here."
"I told you, it would be the perfect hideout. Her stepmother would not be able to return as long as the Prince is injured."
Niyah dismissed the conversation and eyed Yasmin's wedding clutch. Kabir has placed it on a table when they had arrived here in the middle of the night. Listening to instinct, she opened it. No mobile phone that can be traced, a good sign yet it had something more valuable that can ruin everything.
"Do you have a lighter, Kabir?"
"Yes, you'd like a cigarette too?"
"No, just the lighter"
As weird as it sounded, Kabir questioned no further and stood by the window. She took the cheque in hand and admired the diamond logo at the corner.
One million dollars crossed the line even for a royal.
The flickering spark soon ripped its way through. With frozen eyes, she observed the heat approaching her fingers fast. Luck always finds its way to entertain her.
"Niyah," Kabir yelled, snatching the burnt paper from her hand and stomped his shoe on the leftover. "What were you burning?"
"Yasmin's last link to Aryan," she answered, reminiscing the miserable night becoming an asset.
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