Ashrah was sitting on a window pane, looking out of it leisurely grasping the view of enthralling flowers in the big garden. Since Adham was not around her, she felt different. She could take breath alone as he was not sharing with him, she could walk around in the home as he was not glued to her, and most importantly she could be herself as she wanted to be without his dictatorial. Now she could feel that she was living to herself without anybody's hold. She never thought he would take this much time to return and let her taste the sweetness of freedom. However, she was being in another life, she had missed him at a certain point. She missed his stubble which left a tickling sensation over her whenever it scratched against her skin, she missed his musky scent which became an addictive sce
