Jariyah hopped out of bed at the break of dawn. Bathing was a luxury in these harsh parts, but she always looked her best when her duties brought her close to Arsalan. She marks the shape of her eyes with a black pencil, brightens her face with Shea butter and paints her lips mate black, Arsalan's favorite color. Her scarf went over her head, exposing some parts of her hair.
As she admires herself over a bowl of water, Jariyah gets interrupted by a harsh knock at the door. Knowing who had that brute habit, she tightens her belt, lifts her head high and approaches. When she opens the door, a bunch of heads row to her feet.
Jariyah jumped, cursing at the man who did this.
"Good, you dressed up. I've taken care of the problem so get ready to move out," his deep voice relayed. Jariyah wa
