Making her way out of the dining room, the tears sprang out of her eyes, and she didn't even made an attempt to wipe them.
This shouldn't be happening. No, not like this. Not when she was not ready. Though she never will be ready to spend her life with that janwar, but all she could do was cry. Cry over fate, her qismat.
Reaching inside the bedroom, she quitely closed the door. Not wanting to wake Azan who was sleeping peacefully, surrounded by the cushions.
She made her way towards the window, the night was still young, even the night is always a welcoming sight for me, but today it was different. It looked as if the sky itself was mourning over my fate, today it was darker, scarier, not carrying the sense of warmth, saving from the cold.
But today it was merely cold. The type of col
