Folding the last piece of clothing in my hands, I put it in the wardrobe and patted it in place. I took a quick look at my effort before returning back to my room.

My whole afternoon had consisted of me reorganizing Sammy's wardrobe. He had made a complete mess of his wardrobe and I had noticed it early in the morning. I had then decided to fix the disaster as soon as I got the opportunity.

Thankfully, it was all clean and done now. Which reminded me of my next task.

I looked through my own wardrobe and tried to look for something nice to wear. It was hot and sunny outside, which was the reason I had already decided to wear a dress.

My eyes landed on a midi dress that I had never worn before. I pulled out the red floral printed dress and examined it. It was a beautiful dress and I wondered why hadn't worn it before.

Shrugging, I decided to wear it and picked up everything I needed before exiting my room and heading towards the bathroom.

After a quick shower, I got changed into the dress and poured a little bit of my hair oil in my palm. I rubbed my hands together, the scent making me want to inhale but I restrained myself and ran my fingers through the lengths of my hair.

I brushed my hair and blow dried it. When my hair was completely dry, I ran my fingers with oil through the lengths one last time before brushing it again, the straight and shiny lengths falling down my back.

Once I was ready, I left the bathroom and entered my room again. I picked up my cream colored chain handbag and put my phone inside it as I walked towards my dresser.

I looked at myself in the mirror and decided to put on some mascara, blush and lipgloss. I didn't know why I was trying to dress up for nothing. It's not like anyone would notice...

Once I was finished, I backed away and looked at my self in the mirror. My hair was the lightest brown, almost ash brown while my almond shaped eyes were a mix of both blue and green.

With a satisfied nod, I adjusted the square neck of my dress and rushed back to the table to pick up my bracelet. I clasped it around my wrist and couldn't help but stare at the shiny material for a moment. I would never forget how Walid went underwater to look for my bracelet. I would forever be thankful.

The thin chain was the last gift I got from my sister before she passed away. It was a part of my soul now. Having it around my wrist, reminded me of how short life was and anything could happen any second...

Shaking away the thoughts, I left the room and made my way downstairs.

As I stepped downstairs, I fiddled with the hem of my dress, feeling stressed since the clock was ticking and I had to leave but my parents still hadn't left.

I stepped inside the living room and found my father seated on the couch, engrossed in his phone. "I thought you had already left." I stated, taking a seat on the other couch.

"I'm waiting for your mother, she's taking forever." He said, not looking up from his phone. I smiled and leaned back in my seat, putting my bag on my lap as I waited for them to leave so I could leave myself. "Halima! Hurry up." My father let out, putting away his phone.

"Dad. Weren't you supposed to visit uncle this week?" I asked when I remembered he had mentioned a while ago that he was going out of town to visit his brother.

"I'm leaving tonight actually." He said and turned to me. A smile appeared on his face when his eyes landed on me. "You look like a princess, my beautiful girl."

I couldn't help but smile at his words but before I could say something, Sammy rushed into the living room. "I will be late. Why are you sitting dad, let's go!" He complained, taking my father's hand and trying to pull him with him.

"Okay okay, go tell your mom to hurry. I'll be in the car." My father told Sammy who proceeded to run around me but I caught his arm. I kneeled down and his big eyes narrowed at me.

"Good luck with the match. I know your team will be the only winner." I spoke, making him stare at me suspiciously. "Oh stop giving me that look, I promise I'll attend your next match, it's next month anyway. This time mom and dad will come with you, next time I will. Okay?"

He had been very irritated with me when he found out that I wouldn't attend his football match. The boy was 11 but saw himself as a successful 25 years old star who needed to have his family in the audience for support....

"Whatever. When channels start taking my interviews and ask me about my family, I won't give them your name. You won't be part of the fame if you don't support me." He huffed.

I tried to hold back my smile and stay serious. "Okay, will you give them my name if I take you to the newly opened amusement park tomorrow? I heard they've got these cool water slides. Not to forget the swing ride." I suggested.

His eyes widened but he was quick to hide his expression. He thought about it for a second before speaking up. "Fine. But I'll give them your name only if I enjoy my day tomorrow. If I don't enjoy it, you have to try something else." He informed, making both me and my father chuckle.

"You're getting smarter each passing day." I said and tickled his stomach. He couldn't stop laughing as I tickled him and he finally managed to get away from me.

"I'm ready!" I heard my mother say stressfully as she entered the living room, while Sammy ran as fast as he could to hide behind her. "Jasmin." My mother turned to me. "I don't know how long we're going to stay at Hira's house after the match, so make sure to eat dinner at the mall before coming home. Also, don't come home late and I know you don't like staying home alone when it's late. But in case we're not home by ten, go to little grandma's house for a while. I've already talked to her. Don't forget to lock the doors."

"Okay." I nodded and she stressfully left the living room with Sammy holding her hand. My father walked towards me, he left a kiss on my forehead and exited the living room.

I sighed and felt the guilt take over me again. I had once again lied to them, telling them I was going to the mall with Dania.

Shaking my head at my stupidity, I turned towards the clock and almost gasped. I quickly rushed towards the kitchen. I moved towards the window and watched as my parents got in the car together with Sammy. It didn't take long before the car backed out and drove off.

I took that as my cue and rushed towards my front door. I stepped out and locked the door after me.

Glancing around, I sighed in relief when no one was around and crossed the street to the house across.

I walked up to the sole car parked in front of the garage. Leaning against the car, I crossed my arms and waited.

As I waited for Walid to step out of his house, my eyes roamed around the big front yard. There were a few men scattered around, giving me a few glances now and then.  They were probably curious about my relation to Walid...

The front door finally opened, making my attention drift towards it. I almost stopped breathing when my eyes landed on Walid.

He was holding his suit jacket in one hand while the other hand was occupied with holding the phone to his ear as he walked down the few steps. I couldn't help but think about how handsome he looked in the all black suit.

I composed myself and straightened as he walked towards me, even though he still hadn't noticed me.

It didn't take long before his eyes finally landed on me and he halted in front of me. He was staring at me silently before finally speaking up. "I'll call you in a bit." He told the person on the other before putting the phone down from his ear.

I felt my cheeks heat up when he wouldn't stop looking at me. After a moment, I gathered the courage and spoke up. "I need to go to the hospital. I thought you're going there anyway so you could drop me off."

"Why, what's wrong with you?" He finally spoke up, his posture turning to a serious one.

"Ummm, I'm just a bit sick." I tried to lie.

"A bit?" He raised his eyebrows at me. His eyes roamed over my body. "You don't seem one bit sick to me." He stated, his eyes returning back to mine.

"Well, I'm sick on the inside. You can't see it." I said but wanted to face palm myself when I realized how stupid I sounded. "Let's go." I added quickly.

I turned around and opened the car door. I got in hastily and moved to the other seat. It didn't take long before Walid got in himself, followed by the driver.

My breathe hitched when Walid suddenly towered over me. His face was so close to me as he tried to pull the seatbelt from my side. My eyes were fixed on his brown ones and I tried to control my heavy breathing.

His eyes turned to me and he had a knowing expression as he backed away and fastened my seatbelt for me.

I would never understand why he always made me wear the seatbelt but never once wore it himself. Such a hypocrite...

~

The sound of the door opening made me turn around. Walid stepped out with the doctor trailing behind him. My eyes moved to Walid's shoulder and I felt relieved when the bandage was gone. The only trace of the encounter with Mikael left now was the stitches.

"Is everything okay?" I asked once he halted in front of me.

"Yes." Walid replied, his attention on the phone in his hands.

"You can wait inside, the nurse will be there soon to take the tests." The doctor spoke, his eyes fixed on me.

I looked at Walid and his attention didn't move from his phone. I looked back at the doctor and smiled uncertainly. "Me?"

"Yes, you. Mr Aydin said you're not feeling well. The nurse will run some tests and I'll be there with you soon." He continued, making me laugh nervously.

"Oh, yeah...of course." I forced out. The doctor gave me a smile before disappearing from my sight. "Why did you do that?" I turned to Walid, feeling irritated.

"You said you're sick." He said, finally putting away his phone to look at me.

"Well I'm n-" I cut myself off when he raised his eyebrows. "Whatever." I crossed my arms and looked away.

"What's the problem? You don't want me to know you came here to keep me away from that hot nurse?" His words made me want to strangle him.

"I couldn't care less about that hot nurse." I huffed.

"I believe you." He said, sarcastically. "If you're done with the lies, can we go?"

I opened my mouth to speak but an unfamiliar voice interrupted me. "Ms Jasmin Ali?" I turned to the person and it didn't take long before I realized who he was.

A young and good looking male nurse in his mid thirties was standing there, waiting for me so he could run some tests.

I wanted to laugh at the instant karma but kept myself under control as I spoke up. "Yes, it's me!" I smiled widely.

The nurse reached me and returned my smile. "I'm Saleh and you're more than welcome to visit me in the room. I'll be taking your tests today." He informed. "I'll be in the room." He politely added, looking just at me. At the moment, I loved the fact that he ignored Walid completely...

"Of course, I'll be there shortly." I nodded and he gave me a final smile before turning around to enter the room Walid had walked out of a couple minutes ago.

With a big smile on my face, I slowly turned to Walid. His eyes were fixed on me and I could see the hard time he was having in trying to keep himself calm. I didn't miss the warning in his eyes either.

I ignored it and cleared my throat. "If you'll excuse me....Saleh is waiting for me." I did a dramatic hair flip and moved towards the door.

I hadn't even taken a few steps when someone pulled on my arm.

It all happened so quickly, one second I was standing on my feet and the next, Walid was carrying me bridal style.

"What are you doing?" I panicked and looked around, thankfully the long hospital hallway was empty. "Walid! Put me down!" I warned, trying to get eye contact with him as I held his shoulders for dear life, the act making me almost drop my purse but I managed to hold onto it tightly.

He didn't even budge as his eyes were fixed on the way ahead of him, not bothering to even give me a glance. My panic grew when he pushed open the door with his foot, making us enter another hallway.

I felt relieved when no one was around and also when I remembered how we had entered the hospital through another entrance than the normal one where there was a lot of people.

"You're so annoying." I let out, not being able to stop staring at his beautiful side profile, the closeness making me bit my lower lip in nervousness.

My words made him turn his eyes to me, the dark eyes making my heart do a flip. I couldn't help but look away from him, not bearing to be tormented by those beautiful eyes anymore.

Walid took the last exit and the bright sunlight hit my face. I quickly hid my face in his neck, only the idea of people seeing him carrying me like that made my face heat up.

It didn't take long before Walid finally put me down, making me unwrap my arms from around him and back away.

Taking a quick glance around, I noticed we were standing by his car and the door was already opened for us to get in.

Without looking at him, I got in the backseat of the car and moved to the other seat. I fastened my seatbelt and leaned back in my seat as I looked out the window.

The car started moving and I tried to stay silent but failed. I couldn't keep it in anymore and turned to Walid in annoyance. "Who do you think you are?"

The devil was already staring at me with a blank face. "I don't know, you tell me. Who am I?" He retorted, his posture calm and his hands busy with the prayer beads wrapped around them.

His one question made me back away slightly to rethink my protest. He was right. He was the one with the power. He was the so called Walid Aydin.

However, I was sick of everything always going his way. He always hid his emotions. He always tormented me. He always played with my mind and today when I tried to hide the fact that I came to the hospital with him just because I cared about him, he decided to torture me again.

"You're the person who said I could eat people up alive with my big and beautiful eyes." I let out, feeling satisfied after seeing his reaction.

"Where did you get that absurd information from?" He queried, as if whatever I said didn't have even an ounce of truth in it.

"It doesn't matter where I got it from, if you find my eyes beautiful you can just tell me. No need to be shy." I continued, trying hard not to smile at his posture that changed into an uncomfortable one. I should remind myself to thank Asiya for the little information she had shared with me.

"Stop at the petrol station and get us some water." Walid told the driver, who just nodded and took a left towards the station. "Don't compare me with yourself." He turned to me.

"Oh trust me I wouldn't want to do that." I said, making him send me a warning through his eyes.

The car came to a stop and I turned to look at Walid. He leaned back in his seat, looking away from me.

I smiled but quickly composed myself and looked out of the window as the driver got out to get the brat his water.

Silence took over the car while I tried to figure out what part of town we were in. The streets around the petrol station looked pretty unfamiliar. Even the people...

My eyes landed on a group of guys who were smoking by their car at the far end of the station. All of them had a very edgy look.

I looked to the next car, a bit away from them. There was a man dressed in formal, filling the tank of his car up.

I tried to look for a sign that told me what area we were in but they were all too far away for me to be able to read.

My useless thoughts were interrupted by a sudden grip on my arm that made me squeal in fear. I calmed down when I realized it was Walid.

I raised my eyebrows at him in a questioning manner when he wouldn't say anything and just stared at me silently.

His hand raised and reached the back of my head. I felt my heart beating faster when he grabbed my hair and slowly pulled me closer to him.

I was still confused as to what he was up to. The only thing I could make out was the determined look on his face.

When I was close enough, he stopped and his eyes trailed down to my lips. That's when it felt like my heart would stop beating any second.

Without warning, he pulled me in and our eyes closed and lips connected.

I felt pleasant shivers run through my body as the knots in my stomach made an appearance. The heart in my chest pounded while the heat I was feeling made me want to shed my skin.

His soft lips against mine felt like a long lost puzzle piece had finally found it's way back, with a obvious task that consisted of completing the puzzle.

My lips parted and moved naturally against his as my whole body tingled. His hands cupped my face, the act making my heart pound even faster. I rested my hands on his chest and gave in to his hungry and intense feelings. His short beard tickled my face, making me smile against his lips.

The blissful moment didn't last longer than ten seconds, but it was a moment to remember forever...

Our lips stopped moving and slowly but safely separated from each other.

I tried to catch my breath and pulled away as he retreated his hands. Our eyes met and I felt my heart do a flip. I did everything in my power to stay calm and collected, but the magic that took place moments ago, just then dawned upon me.

We had really kissed...

Walid fixed the collar of his shirt while I ran my hand through my hair, trying to pat it back in place. Our eyes never left each other's, not even when the door opened and the driver got in his seat.

"Your water, Sir." The driver's voice interrupted, making me compose myself and look ahead of me.

I tried to look out the window and occupy my mind with something else as Walid reached out for the water bottle.  Thankfully, the windows of the car were tinted...

"Here." I turned to Walid upon hearing his voice. He held out the water bottle for me. "I knew you would need this." He stated.

I looked down at the already open water bottle and then back up at him. It didn't take me long to realize it was all planned.

I snatched the bottle from him and gulped down the cold water. I was indeed still a bit breathless from earlier and the cold liquid made me feel much better.

"You proved your point." I said, once I was done and handed him back the bottle.

"I always do." He replied, putting the lid back on the bottle and then tossing it aside.

I stared at him for a moment before shaking my head and looking away. I should've been irritated with him. He had used me once again to prove his point. To prove who I belonged to...

Wrapping my arms around myself, I rested my head against the window and looked at the streets we were passing, trying my best to ignore the handsome man sitting just a distance away from me.

Even though we had kinda kissed a few days ago at the hospital, it had been nothing like this. This time it felt like he had really kissed me and my soul...

Even if it was in the backseat of a car, a not so romantic place for a first kiss, it was perfect.

Heck, it was more perfect than I could ever imagine.

~

The car finally parked on the sidewalk and I was more than confused. The ten minutes drive from the petrol station had absolutely not lead us home. In fact, we were in the middle of a bazaar.

The streets around us weren't packed, but there were enough people for me to feel nervous.

The nervousness just grew when I realized where we actually were.

"Is this the bazaar?" I asked uncertainly, not looking away from the streets outside, trying to figure out my doubt.

"Yes, it is the bazaar." Walid replied back, his words made me turn to him in a swift movement.

"I've never been here." I admitted, feeling more than just nervous.

The bazaar was the highlight of our town. It was the base of the Aydin family. The base to all the crime scenes, the base to all the criminal activities.

It was the place every parent who wasn't from this part of town, forbid their kids from visiting.

"There's a first time for everything." He spoke, sounding sarcastic. "Don't burden your mind with the pointless thoughts. You'll stay in the car anyway." He added and opened the door to step down.

"I didn't-" The door closed, interrupting my attempt to defend myself.

I let out a heavy breath and looked around. I realized I was alone in the car and rested my head behind me as my eyes fixed on the roof of the car.

I wasn't scared to step down from the car, but I wasn't comfortable either. I couldn't help that I had only heard bad things about this place, bad things that made me a bit skeptical...

However, I soon realized maybe I was indeed judging a book by it's cover.

I looked to side and saw Walid still standing there. He was a bit away from the car, busy in a conversation with another man I didn't recognize.

Making up my mind, I unbuckled my seatbelt and opened the car door. I left my purse in the car and stepped down before I closed the door after me.

I uncertainly glanced around. The first thing I noticed was that the area was dominated by men. I saw a few women here and there but most of them were men. Some were shopping, some were working and some were just chilling on the sidewalks drinking tea.

The second thing I noticed was that the area was very noisy. Everything from people just talking loudly to the sounds of bicycle bells the kids were playing with. Even the sound of burgers being grilled in the grill nearby and the instruments playing in random cafes could be heard.

It was just so much going on all at once. Not to forget, where I was standing was not even the actual market. It was the outside and almost the entrance of the market.

Just as I was about to step forward, a sudden chaos made me glue myself to the car.

Walid had stepped forward from the other side of the car, his appearance making all the people drop everything they were doing and rush towards him.

A crowd had gathered around him and as they hailed him, he shook the peoples hands whom in return left a kiss on his hand.

It shocked me to see how the act we had reserved for the elders, a kiss on the hand to show the elder respect and gain blessings in return, was so commonly used for a city leader.

I was curious to know what Walid had done to receive all the love, respect and support from all these people.

It was either the worry and fear that made the people act this way. The fear he had put me through when we had first met.

Or, it could be the genuine love and respect they had for Walid.

In this situation, the second possibility seemed the most relevant one.

I could clearly see that the feelings the people were showing, the happiness they were expressing on seeing Walid after such long time....it was all real.

Seeing the scene in front of me made me think of that one thought I had pushed back so many times. A thought that had made me take a decision days ago when Walid had gotten shot and I was waiting for him in the hospital...

Sitting in that hospital hallway, I had decided I would stay away from him as soon as he had recovered. I had decided I would lift the burden from his shoulders.

I couldn't blame myself for thinking such dreadful thoughts at that exact moment because I had earlier that day found out about the reason to our marriage.

I had found out that he had married me in order to save me from Mikael.

My eyes suddenly wandered around the people showing their love and affection towards Walid.

Seeing the love they had for Walid made all the memories from the first weeks of our marriage appear in my mind.

He had been so rude and cold to me. He hadn't even tried to earn my respect and love, like he had with these people.

It all started to make sense now. Walid wasn't the problem. I was.

I was a burden on him. He had been forced to force me into a marriage.

I didn't know if I should've laughed or cried at that thought as I hastily opened the car door and got in before Walid could notice that I had stepped down from the car.

Closing the door after me I felt my heart beating faster as the vicious liquid tried to cover my eyes.

I pushed back the tears and leaned down on my elbows while I closed my eyes and covered my face with my hands.

The biggest question was why Walid would even bother to save me from Mikael. If it wasn't for...

Mikael's words repeated in my head and the possibility of Walid marrying me for his own benefits and reasons made more sense now...

Shaking my head at the thought, I leaned back and looked out of the window.

Mikael was just trying to mess with my head. Walid wouldn't do something like that. The only reason he had married me was to save me. I was at fault. I had ruined his life. He had been forced to marry me...

What if there was someone else in his life?

The poisonous thought was interrupted by the car door opening. I quickly straightened and tried to put aside the thoughts for the moment.

I didn't look away from the lively street outside as Walid got in the seat beside me. The driver got in his seat as well and I took it as my cue to fasten my seatbelt.

When I was done, I noticed from the corner of my eyes someone holding something out for me. I turned to Walid and saw him holding a bag of roasted almonds for me.

I stared at the almonds wrapped in a paper bag and then back at him. "You have one second to take them or I'll return them." He warned.

I couldn't stop my smile as I took the bag from him. "How did you know I like this?" I couldn't help but ask.

"I didn't, I just saw them down the street and thought I should get you some." He defended, almost like I had asked a very offensive question.

"Thank you." I said and decided to stay quiet even if I knew what big of a liar he was. My father would now and then buy me freshly made roasted almonds, Walid had probably noticed it from there.

My doubts were cleared when I tasted the almonds and they were extra salted with squeezed lemon on top, just the way I liked them...

~

"Can you please stop here?" I asked the driver and he was quick to stop the car by the side. "I need to get down here, little grandma is probably already waiting for me in front of my house." I informed Walid.

He nodded without protest and I unbuckled my seatbelt as I opened the car door. "What's wrong?" His question made me stop and turn to him.

I didn't know what had made him catch onto the fact that something was wrong. Maybe it was the fact that I was silent the whole car ride home, because usually I never stop eating his head with my useless and nonstop talking - as he would put it.

"I'll make dinner, can I come by with it later? I also need to talk to you about something." I started, my words making him examine my face before speaking up.

"I'll be home in two hours." He informed.

I nodded and finally stepped down from the car. I shut the door after me and walked around the car to get to the sidewalk. I stopped and watched as the car took a u-turn and disappeared from my sight.

Sighing, I made my way towards my house. I took a right turn and entered the neighborhood.

I was more than thankful that I had asked Walid to drop me off outside the neighborhood when I noticed little grandma in her front yard, sitting by her roses. I tried to be discreet but failed miserably when she looked up and noticed me. "Jasmin, you're back. Come here dear."

With a forced smile, I changed my route and entered her front yard. I took a left and walked up to her. I greeted her and left a kiss on the back of her hand before taking a seat on the empty chair beside her.

"It's good you came early, I was getting so worried. You shouldn't stay out late." She started.

"I won't stay out late little grandma." I said, knowing well that was the only thing I was supposed to say. These conversations had been going on for years, since I was a kid actually. I knew by now how to handle them.

"Good girl. I always loved you the most from all these useless girls. You're the smartest and very family oriented. The only wish I have left now is to marry you off." Her words made me almost flinch in surprise.

Marriage wasn't something she usually discussed with me. So, I didn't really know how to handle that kind of conversation...

"You've turned into such a beautiful girl, I will find you the most handsome man to match your beauty. Actually, my grandson is also looking for a wife. You've met Omar, he's such a charming young man. I mentioned you to him and he loved the idea. He's been eager to come ask for your hand. Maybe I should talk to Ameer?"

I should've had known where she was going with this. "Umm, yeah I guess you can talk to dad." I didn't know what else to say. Hopefully, my father would take care of it. "Oh, I love the white roses." I changed the topic as I pretended to inspect her roses.

"Oh thank you. They are my favorite as well, your mother actually asked me to help her plant the exact same ones for her. I'll try and do it next week. It will turn out so beautiful." She spoke, moving the roses around with the cane in her hand to get a better view.

"That would be lovely." I said and stood up. "I have to go now, I'll come by later."

"Do come. I promised your mother to take care of you if they'd be late." She reminded me. I nodded and gave her one last smile before moving towards the exit. "Oh and Jasmin." I stopped and turned around to see what was in her mind once again. "Red is really your color." She finally said.

"Thank you." I said, even though her words surprised me. It was only usual to hear complaints from little grandma's mouth, not compliments.

She did want me to marry her grandson though, which explained the sudden compliment....

I made my way towards my house and jogged up the few steps. I unlocked the door and closed it after me. I couldn't help but lean back against the door as I sighed audibly.

Today was the day I would make a final decision. Today was the day I would ask Walid the truth about our marriage.

Even though I knew, I knew he had married me to save me from Mikael. I still wanted it confirmed.

If all the doubts and questions I had were true, I would have no other choice but leave....

Shaking my head, I moved from the door and made my way upstairs. I stepped into my room and put my purse together with the almonds he had gotten me on my dressing table.

I sat down on the bed and stared at the wall in the darkness.

Maybe, just maybe I could give it a chance and not come to conclusions before even knowing the whole truth....

~

Closing the door behind me, I stepped down the few steps and held the tray with my hands tightly as I looked around, feeling more than thankful that no one was around. The weather had changed drastically again as the wind made my hair flip in every direction.

The sun was about to set and darkness was about to fall upon us, making me quicken my pace. I had to be back before it became completely dark. Little grandma would come looking for me if I didn't arrive at her house.

I crossed the street and walked up to his front door. I didn't have enough time to knock and wait for him to open since the heavy tray was making it difficult for me. I opened the door myself and quickly walked inside. I went to the living room and put the tray with the food down on the coffee table.

Going back to the front door, I closed it after me and pulled out my shoes.

I went back to the living room and looked around the silent house. I sat down on the couch and waited. It felt like forever and no one came in sight, making me impatiently stand up. I looked around the whole first floor but no one was there.

Maybe he hadn't come home yet...

I decided to try his bedroom and made my way up the stairs. I stepped into his bedroom and immediately wrapped my arms around myself.

The room was cold and windy, making me realize he had forgotten to close his window. I shook my head and walked up to the open window. I tried to close it as the wind just got stronger. I managed to pull it close and lock it before letting out a breath, the little task feeling like a whole exercise.

I turned around to leave but stopped when I saw the mess on the floor. All of Walid's paperwork was laying on the floor.

Kneeling down, I picked all of them up and stood up. I walked up to the table that was placed just by the window and put down the pile of papers.

Something caught my attention but it dropped my mind rather quickly as I finally turned around to leave.

My steps stopped unconsciously as I realized what I had just seen. I swung around and walked back up to the table.

My eyes were fixed on the corner of material that was hiding between the papers I had just picked up. My hand reached out for it and I slowly pulled it out.

I stared at the picture in my hand a few moments before walking towards the side of the room. I turned on the lights and held up the picture again to see it properly this time.

It felt like time stopped the moment I laid my eyes on the image in front of me. I froze as different thoughts circled in my mind, making me feel dizzy.

The tears that I had held back since our little visit to the bazaar finally left my eyes and I didn't know how to stop them.

I was shocked and confused. What was it supposed to mean?

It felt like forever as I just stood with the picture in my hand and tears streaming down my face.

It could only mean one thing....

I covered my mouth with my hand to stop myself from crying out loud. It felt like I was about to fall, making me move to the side and hold the wall for support. I tried to stop crying but it just got worse as I leaned against the wall and dropped to the floor. With the picture still in my hand, I wrapped my arms around my legs.

I didn't know how to react. I was shattered. It felt like my heart had been sliced in pieces.

I finally wiped my tears and gathered the courage to look at the person in the picture again.

As soon as our eyes met, I burst out in tears again. It didn't take long before I started going insane. One second I was crying, the next I was laughing. I was laughing at my destiny. At my fate. At my bad luck.

I was laughing at how crazy the whole situation was.

I knew deep down, the chance I was thinking about giving our marriage a while ago, didn't stand a chance anymore.

"I'm sorry." I said to the blue eyes staring back at me. "I didn't know." I let out, the tears leaving my eyes as I hit my head back against the wall in frustration. "I promise I didn't know."

I looked back at my sister's picture, feeling my heart drop with guilt. She was the someone else. My dead sister, was the someone else in Walid's life....