Shattered Bonds:Treacherous Path of Betrayal

st, he cast occasional glances at his watch, a manifestation of his growing impatience. Sa'ada entered the elegant parlour, her presence unnotice

sidering the late hour of your return. I thought you had morning duties today," he in

"Why are you asking such a question? Where else would I be apart from work?" Her v

Look at the hour. I believed you had morning duties

nusually hectic at the hospital. Sister Maryam asked for my assistance, as h

nificance in your life, you simply forget to make a simple phone call, informing me of y

rom her seat. "Please, Usman, I'm tired," she

om, he emitted an exasperated sigh, taking a seat on the edg

l. Usman, who had been sitting on the bed, rose to his feet, his eyes narrowing

uestioned, his voice tinged with sk

ith you? Didn't you see me coming from the bathroom? I took a shower. Isn't that n

How can I believe it wasn't Janaba?" Usman's doubts persis

tand why you're acting this way. Do you doubt me? Do you think I'm cheat

t you. I cannot believe that you were at the hospital. You need to t

by seeing another man. Just because we engaged in premarital relations does not make me cheap. You can go to the hospita

he face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she held her stinging cheek. "Did yo

ng aimlessly, lost in a sea of tumultuous emotions. Eventually, he arrived in front of Zainab's house, his car i

addressed her as Zainab. With a mix of curiosity and concern, she stepped out to meet him, her eyes meeting his. Seeing the genuine smile on his face, a wave of emoti

. "I don't know why you're here, but can we sit here for a fe

ce. Eventually, Zainab broke the silence, her voice filled with com

, Zainab, don't add insult to my injured heart. Nothing can

r seats, silently parting ways. As she watched Usman drive away, a sense of wor

m, demanding that she bring a man she wished to marry before her service concluded. He even went as

ng anxieties. Suddenly, her younger brother Ibrahim entered, informing her that their father wanted to see her. Her heart raced, and her stomach twis

r her arrival. Zainab greeted him, her eyes downcast as she too

your answer all week, and today is the deadline. Who is the

t ready yet," Zainab pleaded, her voice

not bear to have an unmarried daughter. I cannot endure the whispers and

her father had been considerate, even in his own way. He sought a husband

to marry you, and I asked him to wait, hoping you would find yo

r father had shown her unexpected leniency, giving her the opportunity to make her own choi