That sentence opened a wound in her chest.
She felt so small.
So terribly small.
And so, little by little, she tried to repair what she had broken. She spoke to him a little more. Prepared a simple meal. Asked him to sit at the table with her.
He looked at her gently, as if he knew that behind her awkwardness she was searching for forgiveness.
For a brief moment, the house found breath again, a hint of warmth.
That evening, cars stopped in front of their home.
Luxurious cars. Silent, almost threatening.
Three men in suits stepped out. They knocked softly, but the urgency in their eyes said everything.
One of them bowed slightly.
“Young master, your family is waiting for you. You must come home now.”
Amina felt her throat tighten.
That title.
That tone.
Everything in those words shattered the little certainty she still had left.
Karim’s eyes shone with a pain he seemed to have been holding back for a long time.
“Amina, I am sorry. I have to go. This is not goodbye. I will come back.”
She grabbed his hand, panicked, almost desperate.
“Do not go. Tell me first what is happening. Who are you really? Why did you marry me?”
He squeezed her fingers tightly, as if afraid he might never feel her skin again.
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