Sara lay on the bed, motionless, her eyes fixed on the ceiling yet seeing nothing. The room felt heavy, filled with silence that pressed on her chest like an invisible weight. She could not cry anymore. She had cried for nights, until her tears turned dry, leaving only a hollow ache inside. Her lips trembled as a soft whisper escaped, "Mikaal… where are you? If you knew what was happening to me… you would come. I know you would." But her voice broke halfway, as if even the walls refused to carry her words.
Memories of him wrapped around her like a painful embrace. She saw him smiling, teasing her, calling her name with that softness that only he could bring to life. For a moment, her lips curved, but it was not a smile—it was a shadow of one, cracked with pain. "But who will tell you, Mikaal?" she whispered again, voice sinking lower. "No one. No one will." The silence answered her, cold and empty. "Then… I have to die," she said, almost too softly to hear.
Her eyes moved slowly, searching the room as if it could offer her something—anything—to take her away from this unbearable reality. And then she saw it. On the small table by the window, a fruit basket rested in quiet innocence, but inside it, catching a faint glint of light, was a knife. Sharp. Waiting.
Something stirred inside her—half fear, half strange calm. She stood up slowly, as though pulled by an unseen force. Her legs trembled, but her steps carried her forward. She reached the table, her fingers brushing against the cold steel. It was heavier than she imagined. It felt real. Too real. She closed her eyes, holding it with both hands, tears sliding down her cheeks in a silent stream.
"If I can’t live with you, Mikaal…" she whispered shakily, "I’ll die for you. I am just yours… and yours I will always be." Her grip tightened. The room seemed to spin as her heart pounded louder and louder, drowning out the world. She raised the knife slowly, her breath uneven, her lips moving with words only her soul could hear—for you… only for you.
But then—
Click.
The sudden sound shattered the moment. The door opened.
The knife slipped from her trembling hands, falling to the floor with a sharp metallic ring. Sara froze, her heart leaping to her throat, her body stiff as stone. Slowly, fearfully, she turned—and there he was.
Romi.
He stood in the doorway, his face pale, his eyes wide with shock at the sight before him. "What… what are you doing, Sara?!" His voice cracked as he rushed forward, grabbing her shoulders, shaking her gently yet firmly. "Are you out of your mind?!"
Sara’s lips trembled, but anger burst through her tears. "I… I want to get rid of you!" she cried, her voice breaking. "I hate you, Romi! I don’t want you in my life!" Her words sliced through the air like invisible blades.
Romi stopped. His hands fell from her shoulders. For a second, his eyes softened—then hardened again, hiding the storm that brewed inside. He wanted to scream, to tell her the truth that burned inside his chest—that he loved her more than his own life. But he couldn’t. Not now. Not when she was already broken. Not when her eyes told him the bitter truth—her heart belonged to Mikaal.
So he did what he knew best. He hid. He buried the raw pain under a mask of false strength. A laugh escaped his lips, but it trembled, a broken sound pretending to be strong. "Hurry up, Sara," he said, his tone cold, almost mocking. "You have to go to the parlour. You need to look perfect… for me."
Sara flinched as though struck. "Parlour? With you? Don’t even think about it!" she shouted, anger mixing with despair.
Romi stepped closer, gripping her hand—too tightly. His voice lowered, hard and sharp, but inside, his heart was bleeding. "You will never defy me, Sara. Never."
Sara jerked her hand back, breathing hard, trembling. The room stood still—until the door creaked wider.
Her eyes drifted back to the knife lying on the floor—silent, cold, dangerous—a reminder of how close she had come to ending everything. But for now, she could not. Not yet. Not when the storm was only beginning.
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