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I know you're all waiting for me to update my SS but I'm kind of busy so I haven't finished typing it up.. But for now you can read this OS and let me know what you think.. I promise you a long update of my SS next week 😃
This is OS is inspired by Danielle Steel's novel The Kiss, if you haven't read it then I request you to read it. But my ending is very depressing so please don't kill me for it. And I am currently reading another novel by Danielle Steel called Zoya and it is another fantastic book about family crisis and how Zoya faces the troubles. Do read it if you can 😃
Happy reading! 😃
'Till death do us part
Zoya Asad Ahmed Khan, looking down the balcony of her room on the rue de Grenelle in France. The house she and Asad had lived in for the past ten years with her in-laws. They were happy but the family still seemed incomplete. With seven year old daughter Maira and five year old Muhib, God had answered all their prayers and fulfilled all their wishes. They had all the luxuries life could offer. The house was built in a U-shape around a grand courtyard with huge bronze doors. It was a beautiful house with tall ceilings, marvellous antiques and parquet floors the colour of brandy. Outside the house was a beautifully manicured garden. She planted white roses, lilies and daffodils. Everything was beautiful and intended. Zoya leaned with her elbows resting on the balcony rails pondering about everything that had happened with her. Ten years back, on this very day, she had left her home and got married to Asad. Her father, Monsieur Gaffur Siddqui had called her immature and irresponsible when she mentioned that she had fallen in love with her father's rival's son. She was brought up in a very conservative family, living in a beautiful, large house on rue de Varenne. Zoya's father was one of the most important politicians in France and was rivals with Monsieur Rashid Ahmed Khan. During elections they would both run up against each other, but fate had always chosen to favour Monsieur Rashid.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~ FLASHBACK ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Asad and Zoya met in a reception given by the American ambassador to France before elections. Asad was in politics just like his dad, and he was also known to be one of the most powerful men making his way up the politics ladder. Asad was enormously discreet and that was what Zoya liked most about him. He was easy going; he was young and also had a very quick sense of humour. She had sat next to him during dinner and had enjoyed his company immeasurably. She was fascinated by his intelligence, dazed by his style and impressed by his power and success in the world at such a young age, and Asad had been careful and smooth enough to say all the right things to her. Similarly, there was a childlike innocence about Zoya that had attracted Asad and briefly opened the doors to his heart. She was a young girl that would have been hard for any man to resist. She was compassionate, kind, without any guile. He was smitten. Watching her speak articulately, gesture her hands and nod her head and the stunning smile on her face provocatively energized his libido. He couldn't explain his interest.
While they were busy talking, they failed to realize that there were people around watching them. As soon as Monsieur Siddiqui got a glimpse, he rushed and took Zoya away from him. Her father introduced her to many people that she had difficulty with remembering. She remained calm and poised with the multitude of introductions and questions, but was disappointed as she saw Asad being surrounded by a group of girls. His smile was dazzling and he laughed easily at their comments; several times they locked eyes, and she had difficulty dragging her eyes away. She'd hoped to meet him again. It wasn't often she felt an attraction like this.
Finally, the throng began to thin. She couldn't see him anymore. She stood there glued to the spot and took another quick glance around the room. From behind her, she heard a deep baritone voice say "Mademoiselle Siddiqui, would you like another glass of punch?" he stood in front of her with two glasses and an alluring smile. "Yes, thank you; it's kind of you to think of me," she said smiling at him. "I believe there wasn't a full introduction between us," he gave her a lopsided grin. "I'm Asad Ahmed Khan and I find it easy to think of you," he said, extending a well manicured hand. The smoothness, firmness and warmth of his grip were arousing. She took it eagerly; they both held on longer than necessary.
"Do you always cater to maidens under stress?"
"Do you suffer from anxiety?" He released her hand.
"I'm sorry I misspoke. Stress is too strong a word. I'm having a difficult time trying to remember all these names and titles." She sipped on her punch.
"Are you returning home any time soon?" he asked with concern in his voice.
"Why do you ask?" She straightened the broach over her right breast.
"Well, it's too late to ask you out for coffee, but is lunch a possibility?"
"It would be inappropriate for me to do that." She was impressed by a persistent, handsome man who answered everything directly and who was interested in her.
"Why? You're neither married nor engaged," he declared.
"How do you know that?" she asked, staring at him.
"I do my research, but if I've bothered or embarrassed you with my tenacity, then I apologize. It's been a pleasure meeting you and talking to you. Have a nice evening and a safe trip home," he said, turning to leave.
She was startled by the sudden turn of events. Deep down she wanted to know him better and thought she might be missing an opportunity to spend time with a man of obvious character and intelligence.
"Monsieur Khan, I believe my lunch schedule for tomorrow can be rearranged. Where would you like to meet?" She said, feeling good about her change of heart.
His smile lit up the room like the flash bulb of a camera. "The caf near your house would be convenient. No one will doubt that you're out with your rival"
"Would 13:00 be too early? I follow a strict dietary plan"
"I'll be there"
Zoya spent the evening thinking about the tall, handsome man whose interest in her was apparent. At 28, she'd spent most of her life being educated and attending parties she had no interest in, she had very little time for men, but there was something intriguing about Asad. Both Zoya and Asad left the venue with a spring in their step, both excited.
The next day Zoya woke early and tried to determine why she'd accepted Asad's invitation. Her entire schedule was rearranged which caused problems for her friends. Nevertheless, she was eager to see him and find out his interest in her. She knew the attraction wasn't entirely academic. She sat in bed and pondered for hours, but failed to reach a reasonable conclusion. After a shower, she took more time than usual to make up her face and pick a black strapless dress that rested right above her knees. She let her hair fall loose and carried a small clutch with her phone, lipstick and car keys inside it. With anticipations he left the house and headed off to Le Grenelle de Pekin; a quiet bistro near her home, and was delighted when she saw Asad holding a bouquet of white roses.
"I didn't expect flowers," she said taking them from him.
"I've altered the venue for lunch a little," he told her while leading the way to a very quiet corner. She didn't have a chance to protest.
"Do you like roses?" he asked, holding her close to his side.
"They're lovely, but I don't think it's appropriate for us to eat here"
"It's more convenient and efficient to eat here."
They reached the corner and Zoya's face lit up. The table was set with more roses, lights dimmed, lit candles, and silver covered serving pieces.
"Have a seat. Would you like regular or decaf?"
"Regular. Why are you going through all this trouble?" She admired his organizational ability and efficiency. He moved his hands with dexterity and his body with the grace of a dancer. He poured the coffee and indicated for her to sit. He then poured Cabernet Sauvignon in their glasses. He opened the silver covered platter and placed warm salmon Nioise on their plates. They ate quietly. She was impressed with his table manners as well as his looks.
"Would you like some dessert?" He asked her as he wiped the sides of his lips with the white napkin in poise. Without giving her a chance to answer, he opened another covered silver platter to reveal white chocolate crme brle, hot chocolate souffls with chocolate cream sauce, raspberry and white chocolate stuffed profiteroles and some chocolate mousse.
"The choice is yours"
Zoya being a chocolate addict with a sweet tooth, she chose to have a little of everything. Asad just sat back and admired her. By the time they were done, Zoya glanced at her watch which read 3:45. She was with him for more than three hours.
"This was a lovely setting Asad; and the meal was excellent"
"I assume we'll be meeting again very soon, so I think you should give me your phone number or I should give you mine. I don't really mind which way it is"
"Why would you think I want to meet you again?"
"We're obviously attracted to each other and you want me as much as I want you"
"Why would you think that?" She said, trying to hide the fact that she was amused at how quick this man was.
"Last night you were looking for me when I left the room. Later you could have allowed me to leave, but you stopped me and agreed to this lunch. Aren't those signs of interest?" He moved to her.
"You're the most baffling man I've ever met" She giggled.
"Why thank you Mademoiselle." He grinned and walked her to her car placing his hand on her back.
She was surprised and pleased at the same time when he called her the next day. They had talked endlessly about their likes and dislikes. After that he called her every day, sometimes at odd hours but she didn't mind at all. Their relationship had flourished and they had both fallen in love.
A few weeks later, Asad asked Zoya out for dinner. First she hesitated but then agreed in the end. He took her to one of Paris's most exquisite restaurants; Les Ombres. With a glass rooftop, the decor was simple, elegant and light, complimenting the real stars from the sky to shine though. It had criss-crossing latticework across its glass shell to the nuances of grey and brown in its colouring. The restaurant was transformed by the sparkling peak of the unobstructed view of the Eiffel Tower as is looms over the building. Zoya was wowed by everything.
They had their dinner and sat in silence for a few minutes. Asad then stood up held out his hand for Zoya and led her to the dance floor without saying a word. They were playing an old song that she always liked and was surprised to find out that not only was Asad a great dancer, but he moved in perfect harmony with her. He held her close to him, with a strong arm around her; she glided around the floor with ease. They danced to three songs then made their way back to the table. This time, Asad pulled his chair and sat next to Zoya. They sat in silence again. They knew whatever they were doing would cost them heavily. It was forbidden for them to have any desire towards each other. And they both knew it very well that this kind of pleasure would have a price. He looked at her intently.
"I had a great time tonight Zoya" he tried to smile.
"So did I" She rested her head on his shoulder.
"What are we going to do now Asad?"
"What are we going to do about what?"
"About us. I'm in love with you. I swore to myself to never let this happen, but I couldn't stop myself from falling in love with you." She lifted her head and looked at him with tears in her eyes. Asad looked at her with seriousness in his eyes.
"I'm in love with you too Zoya." He whispered and held her close. "So very much. I know that they won't let us be together, but trust me Zoya, I'll do all it takes to be with you. I'll be with you facing all hurdles and overcoming them. We'll be together through everything till death do us part." As he said the words, his lips covered hers. She was astounded. His lips made her light headed. She'd never been affected this way by a kiss. She didn't protest when he kissed her. His hips and his scent made her dizzy and confused but she returned the kiss.
"Zoya, we have to tell them. It's time they put their differences aside and wish for our happiness." He told her when they broke out of the kiss.
"My father will never allow it" She was now sobbing softly and tears ran freely down her cheeks.
They argued over it but finally Asad managed to convince Zoya to give it a try and if it doesn't work out then he'll be there personally to support her.
They left the hotel and he dropped her home. That night, Zoya couldn't sleep. She stayed up in bed contemplating over the turn of events in that one night. It wasn't until 5 in the morning when she managed to fall asleep.
Four hours later, she was woken up by her father's loud and angry voice. She was shaken to the core. Zoya got out of bed and rushed to have a shower.
"How dare you step foot into this house?!" She heard her father roar when she made her way down the flamboyant stair case. She was surprised to see Asad standing in the living room with his father and mother supporting him. They had agreed to the relation but Zoya was right. Her father was too egoistic and the hatred he had for the Khan family was more important than his daughter's happiness. Zoya walked down and stood beside her mother who stood there in tears.
"Mam" Zoya hugged her.
"Mon chri, what's going on? Why didn't you tell me before?" Razia asked her.
"I knew this would happen, that's why I didn't mention anything. But mama only you can convince papa. Please, tell him. Asad really loves me." She cried.
"Zoya!" Siddiqui roared. "How dare you do something so sinful?!" His eyes spitted fire and his voice echoed in the house.
"Madame Siddiqui please make him understand. Our children love each other and its best if we forget our rivalry and allow them to become one" Dilshaad spoke.
"Papa, please. I really love Asad. Why don't you understand?"
"Zoya, it's either him or me. The choice is yours"
Asad thought that Zoya was just exaggerating the night before when she mentioned about her father but it turned out to be worse than he expected. The man had a heart of stone. His coldness towards his daughter was too extreme and this angered Asad.
"Monsieur Siddiqui, what you're doing is not right." Asad tried to explain.
"Don't teach me what's wrong and what's right when I'm talking to my daughter. It doesn't involve you at all"
"Monsieur Siddiqui, right now it does involve me. Your daughter and I are in love and nothing can separate us. Not even death."
"I think we should let them get married" Razia cut in.
"The audacity?! How dare you say that?! You live in my house and you are speaking against me?!"
"You don't frighten me anymore and right now it's a question of my daughter's life. I will support what's best for her"
"That's perfect. You have proved that you have failed as a wife. You can all do whatever you want, but remember one thing, I will not be part of this abominable act" With that said, he walked off leaving a shattered Zoya.
Within a month, Asad and Zoya got married, and Siddiqui stood by his word. He was nowhere near the wedding preparations let alone the wedding. There was media coverage about the rivalry between the two families melting away. At the wedding many girls shot glances of envy and jealousy at Zoya. The wedding was perfect but it was still incomplete for her.
"Don't worry about it Mon Chri, as soon as he sees you going away, he'll come to you and hug you" Razia tried to comfort Zoya but it didn't work.
"Asad, please keep my princess happy. Give her everything she wants and more. Never let her shed a single tear"
"I promise"
Much to Zoya's disappointment, Siddiqui was nowhere to be seen during her farewell. She felt as if she was leaving a part of her behind. She constantly blamed herself for her father's anger and she knew she would never be happy without his blessings.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ FLASHBACK ENDS ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Asad had kept his promise. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months and months into years. Asad's love for her grew more and more each day. She felt a pair of familiar strong arms circling her waist.
"Mon amour, what's wrong? You still haven't packed. We're heading off to London for our anniversary remember? You chose the destination and you're still not ready to go"
"It's not that I'm not ready to go, it's just that I'm leaving this place for the first time in ten years. It's a bit awkward for me. And I hope Maira and Muhib don't trouble mama and papa when we're gone"
"We won't trouble anyone. We promise" Little Maira and Muhib came running to the parents. "You just have to go and come back quickly like papa promised" Muhib pouted.
"We're not going forever baby, we'll be back soon" Asad carried Maira in his arms and kissed her on the cheek.
It was late in the afternoon when Asad and Zoya made their way to the airport. They reached London that same night. Asad had already reserved a honeymoon suite at the Park Lane Hotel. The staff there was humble and friendly. Asad and Zoya went to their room to freshen up after he told her he had a surprised planned for her and asked her to be ready by nine.
Zoya chose to wear a very simple white silk cocktail dress that night, with a white cashmere stole, pearl earrings, and white silk Chanel heels. She carried a white evening bag with nothing but a lipstick and phone in it. She wore her hair down. Asad looked impressed when she reached the hotel lobby. There was such softness to her and so much femininity. She defined everything he had ever wanted in a woman and he was glad that she was only his. Asad gently held her hand and kissed it, then led her to the limousine waiting outside for them.
Being alone after so many years was something they always wanted and this moment was perfect. Asad kissed her when they sat in the limousine and Zoya nuzzled closer to him as he put his arms around her. All she knew was that she never wanted this moment to end. As they kissed, the driver looked at them through the rear view mirror, mesmerized at what was happening; he failed to see the bus that was heading towards them in full speed when their car pulled into the intersection.
In no time, the driver vanished into thin air as the buss dragged their car from one end of the road to the other. The bus was only yards away from Zoya's side of the car and there was no way it could be stopped. Asad was still kissing Zoya. They never caught their breath or bothered looking up. They were still kissing as the bus seemed to demolish the entire limousine within seconds. The bus dragged the limousine down the street and finally it crashed on its side. Zoya was still lying peacefully in Asad's arms. The roof of the car had caved in and they were both unconscious. There were two long gashes on Asad's face and Zoya's face was untouched. She looked as if she was sleeping peacefully in his arms but her entire body seemed to be crushed. The driver had flown out of the windscreen and lay dead on the street in front of the car.
There were noises in the distance as the horn in the bus was stuck. A huge crowd of people appeared from nowhere. There were lucky people who were leaving the bus limping with blood stained clothes. Two people then stared into the limousine and saw blood on Asad's face and the bright red dress.
"Do you think they're alive?"
"No way. Look at the amount of blood in the car" The second man responded. As they looked again, they saw a blood oozing out from the side of Zoya's mouth. In less than ten minutes, a dozen of police cars, five ambulances and three fire trucks arrived at the scene. There were paramedics everywhere and the two men explained to the police that there were two passengers crushed in the limousine but they appear to be dead. The police went to check anyway. When they glanced into the car, the realized that whatever the men said is true. There was no way they could have survived this accident by looking at the state of the car. One of the paramedics smashed the window and fitted his hand through to feel their pulses.
"Hold on! We've got two live ones over here" he shouted to the rest of the team. It took them two hours to pull the limousine apart. They had to work carefully to stop the hood of the car from caving in any deeper. There were men climbing on the limousine from everywhere. Sirens and loud noises filled the environment but neither Asad nor Zoya could hear a single sound. The few men that managed to get to Asad and Zoya were now smeared in blood. No one could have believed that they were both alive after the deafening accident. No one could have ever guessed that Zoya's dress was white. One of the paramedics had Asad's wallet in his hand and had managed to identify who they were. Asad and Zoya were put in the ambulance and rushed to Saint George's hospital. None of them had regained consciousness throughout the whole process of pulling them out of the car. They were both deep into comas when they were carried into the trauma unit and were immediately attended to by the hospital's top surgeons.
"That's an ugly one isn't it?" One of the nurses asked as they rushed the pair to the separate theatres for operations. Asad needed an operation for his spinal cord injury and a fractured neck and Zoya needed surgery for a head injury, extensive internal injuries and a severed artery.
"I haven't seen anything like this in years! They're lucky to have survived this far" The head surgeon said as he got ready to operate. Zoya was assessed as the least lucky to survive. They were all worried about her head injury but what was most important were her internal injuries; including her lungs, liver and heart which were crushed during the accident. Within moments, both were lying on operating tables in separate surgeries, with anaesthesiologists working on them and bright lights shining overhead, as the members of the surgical team listened to the assessment from the trauma teams. It was difficult to decide which of the limousine's passengers was in the worse shape. They were both classified as extremely critical, and as the surgeries began, both patients' vital signs began to deteriorate at almost exactly the same rate.
When they started operating on Asad to set the many vertebrae had been broken in his spinal cord, he could feel himself sitting up and within seconds he found himself walking towards a brightly lit path. Far in the distance he could see a bright shining light. He walked towards the light, and he was surprised to find Zoya sitting on a stone ahead.
"Are you okay?" She looked as if she had been sleeping for a very long time. But she still stood up and waited for him to join her.
"I'm fine" She said while she turned to look at the bright light that Asad was looking at before he saw her.
"What is that?"
"I don't know," he said, he was feeling confused, and he was aware of having looked for her, and not being able to find her for a brief time.
"Where were you?"
"I was here, waiting for you. You were gone for a long time." Her voice was very soft, and she looked very pale, but she seemed strangely calm.
"I was right here. I didn't go anywhere," he explained, but she didn't seem to be listening to him, and she seemed anxious to move on toward the light.
"Are you coming?" She turned to look at him, and he could feel himself hurry to catch up. But she was moving too quickly for him, and he wanted to ask her to slow down.
"Why are you running like that?" he asked, and she just shook her head, and walked steadily on toward the bright light.
"I want you to come with me," she said, and then reached back toward him with her hand. He took it, and he could sense her next to him, but he couldn't feel her hand. He could see that she was holding his, but he couldn't feel anything. All he knew was that he was desperately tired. He wanted to lie down and go to sleep somewhere, but he didn't want to lose her again. He knew that, in spite of what she said, he had for a little while. And then she turned and looked at him and spoke barely audibly. "I love you, Asad," she said, and he wanted to ask her to slow down.
"I love you too, Zoya. Can we rest for a while? I'm very tired."
"We can rest when we get there. They're waiting for us now." She was sure of that, and she had a sense of urgency. He was slowing her down.
"Where are we going?" he wanted to know.
"Up there." She pointed at the light, and he followed her for a while. Getting there seemed to be taking a long time, and when they were almost there, he could hear voices behind them calling her name. And when he turned to look, he saw it was a small child. He couldn't see for sure, but he thought it was a young boy. He was waving at them, and he started shouting "Mommy" until Zoya finally turned around, and she looked at him for a long time. And in the distance, behind him, was the shadowy figure of a young girl.
"Who is that?" Asad asked, but he knew before she said the words.
"It's Muhib. And Maira. I can't go to them now. It's too late." She started to turn away.
"Wait..." He was struggling to keep up with her and get her attention now, but she was moving far ahead of him, and he wasn't sure if he should follow her or go back.
"We have to go back to them," he explained, but Zoya only shook her head.
"I'm not going back, Asad. Are you coming with me?" She seemed very determined, and he was getting more and more tired with each step. It seemed to be an endless path.
"I can't keep up with you," he complained, "why can't we go back to them? They need us now..."
"No, they don't," Zoya said, and turned away. "I can't go back again. It's too late for me she said as she prepared to go on.
"Why not Mon amour? Our family needs us. Our children need us" Asad said while trying to steady his breathing but he was getting more and more out of breath with each step.
"I can't live like this anymore Asad. I am responsible for my father's anger. For the past ten years I have tried to suppress my hurt but I can't take it anymore. He seems so close yet so far. I can't take it anymore. It's killing me slowly inside."
"No Zoya, please don't blame yourself. Look, let's go back and we'll talk to him together. We'll make him understand. I'm sure he'll forget the past as soon as he sees Maira and Muhib"
"I'm sorry Asad. I can't go back. If you go back, tell mama and papa I love them and I'm sorry and please take care of Maira and Muhib. Are you coming with me?" She extended out her hand again for him. Asad took her hand and they walked together to the bright light, he glanced back to look that Maira and Muhib and they seemed to be very far from them now. They found themselves in a room that wasn't familiar and they saw Maira and Muhib playing and laughing with a bunch of kids.
"I told you they'd be happy Asad, don't worry about them" Zoya told him with tears streaming down her cheeks. Asad hugged her close and they lay down together and drifted off to a deep slumber. And she knew that Asad would be there with her forever.
The surgical nurse and surgeons walked out of the separate theatres at the same time. They all looked disappointed.
"We lost her" The surgeon who was assigned to Zoya's case explained.
"Same with us" The second surgeon replied. "Call their family and tell them" The surgeon instructed one of the nurses.
Elizabeth Smith was the head nurse, and she was never good with words. She dreaded the fact that she had to be the one giving the bad news. She took her blood stained gloves off, washed her hands and walked to the reception desk to pick up the receiver.
After the fourth ring the phone was answered.
"Hello. Monsieur Khan s'il vous plat"
"Oui" Rashid answered.
"I'm sorry to be giving you this news. Mr and Mrs Asad Ahmed Khan lost their lives in a very severe accident." She said after a long break. The phone line went dead.
In rue de Grenelle, Rashid had rushed up to Dilshaad and embraced her in a tight hug crying; shocking Dilshaad.
"What's wrong?" She asked him worried.
"Asad and Zoya" He sobbed
"What happened to them? Are they alright?"
"They're no longer with us. They were involved in an accident a few hours ago. The doctors couldn't save them." He told her. Dilshaad broke down in tears.
"What will happen with Maira and Muhib now?" Was all she could ask. What had they done to deserve this. "We have to go to Monsieur Siddiqui and tell him"
"I am not going to that house Dilshaad, not after what happened ten years ago"
"No Rashid, we have to go. He has a right to know that his daughter is no longer with us. It's up to him how he reacts but it's our duty to let him know" Rashid and Dilshaad left the house the very moment to go to rue de Varenne.
"How dare you come here?" Siddiqui asked. They weren't surprised. It was the exact treatment they were expecting.
"We didn't want to come here or see you Monsieur Sidduqui, but it's about your daughter" Rashid stated
"She is not my daughter! I made that clear to everyone ten years ago"
"You cannot cut blood relations just by saying that Siddiqui"
"I can, and I have already done it" he turned away and started to walk off.
"Monsieur Rashid, what's wrong with Zoya? You seem stressed" Razia walked into the living room.
"Madame Siddiqui" Dilshaad ran and hugged her breaking down in tears.
"What's wrong?"
"Asad and Zoya lost their lives in an accident" Rashid spoke as Dilshaad was still in tears. As soon as he heard Rashid speak, Siddiqui froze in his steps as the words rang in his ears repeatedly.
"This can't be true! My daughter cannot leave me like that" Siddiqui turned around and rushed to hold Rashid by the collar.
"It can be true Monsieur Siddiqui and it has happened already. What happened now? I thought she wasn't your daughter" He said and took off his hands from his collar.
"She can't leave me like this. I didn't even have a chance to apologize to her. She gave me such a momentous punishment for my mistake" He cried.
"Asad was right. They lived the life together and death embraced them together. Not even death could do them part" Fresh tears rolled down Rashid's cheeks. "Dilshaad, Madame Siddiqui, let's go to London, we have to claim their bodies from there." They left rue de Varenne leaving a devastated Siddiqui alone to drown in his sorrow and regret.
"Forgive me my child, for I have wronged you. Forgive me Mon Chri. I'm sorry... I'm so sorry" He dropped to his knees and it all dawned on him. How she was right and how much Asad had loved her, more than he ever did.
THE END
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