I went through the paper work countless times making sure what I had done was correct. It was evening and rain had just fallen. The air that came from the opened windows was cold and chilling. The Venetian curtains danced gently to the wind. Echoing through the quiet room was the sound of the shower running. Amatullah had been in the shower for over thirty minutes. After my refusal that she should not take a bath because it is cold outside, she had refused to listen. She had said she wanted to bath. She felt like it. I had to allow her.
Sighing, I held my stiff neck. The muscle in my neck had gone hard from bending my neck. I groaned beating it as I pushed my head back. I closed my eyes yawning as I rested my back on the chair. The familiar scent of jasmine and rose filled my nose. I ope
