Parisa did make it to Sharou the other night. They talked and cuddled and she pushed herself to create a s****l connection with him, but when he bought into the idea, she backed out. Sharou did not make it an issue and assured her he would wait.
Parisa returned to her room the following morning, against Sharou's wishes. It's hard to weep over heartache when her actual husband is sitting in front of her.
Parisa had hit another wall and she did not know how to go about it. She crushed a pillow in her chest. Her tears would not dry up soon and she needed something or someone to hold her.
When she heard a knock at the door, she assumed it was Shila. Quickly, Parisa wiped her eyes and patted the pillow beside her. She strolled over to allow her in but was surprised to find someone else.
