The Betrayal

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wide stables. Her family, comprising of her mother, an elder sister and an elder brother, were ver

acy and s

it was when I woke up early the

ruly started to wreck ungrateful. Life was a ble

wing down my cheeks, I suddenly jolted

own for breakfast," Sana called out from

e! be rig

small kitchen. I really needed some distraction and noise to

with her daughter 'Huma’ flipping pancakes on the stove fire. Pinky was sitting on the kitchen Is

d, causing he

polite nod, I then

y help?"

for today. Why don't you go sit down?" And with that, she shooe

d of activity in the air. Anything to fill

appiness.

r, I watch

and bega

kitchen's ba

ing the ne

loudly a

reakfast

ahira. We

th that, she disappea

lp but shake my hea

such a s

er. Too

d treated

on't exact

while crying over lyaz

f toxic emotions. She

how she had faced u

loneliness and hurt. My thoughts were really haunting my soul. It felt so excruci

fe, I had

es, power

s hopeless with my emotions, y

ional fool

g how bitter I had turned towards everything. Often the thoughts of just giving up would circulate in my mind, but I just couldn't be that selfish and I used to think it was Pinky's own bitter experien

efore I ended up this broken and used. But alas, every heartbreak

ong

rds me. I was quick to dig in. Food and noise were one of my major stress-relieving treats.

hing on my

ctually killed my willingness to do anything. The heightened feeling of excitement and happiness was what

She was wearing a brown cowboy hat, along with some cowboy boots, and had her brother following aft

southern accent while getting o

eyes and

back riding,” I politely pra

ised one mischievou

er who suddenly turned shy, he

ly averted my eyes and changed the t

rm boy, wearing dirty clothes, soon appeared tugging a huge white stallion alongside him. The boy seemed a

he was a

o

With such extravagant horses, helper boys, I was actually curious why Pinky had to work as a servant at my place. She

le b

le boy a thumbs-up, grabbing the horse's rein

His smile made me feel so envious and lo

e, Pinky smiled a

ady?" she

y parents used to take us for horseback riding, where the horse owner

ride a horse,” I re

bit awkward. Lately, her words had started to seem like they were filled with hidden meanings. I had known Pinky for so long, and I had never her trying to

t such wei

up to the horse, a

It was to

pts of climbing the horse, I heard Pinky ask her brother

owned at the sight of a beaming Pinky innocently staring

raising her hands at

horse again. Pinky chuckle

dle, I watched as she grabbed the hors

t half an hour. "Are you feeling okay?" I asked,

not where I wanted the direction of this conversation to go towards. Trying no

don't like it,” I informed, making her sport a serious expression and turn her hea

ou up, Mahira,” she whisp

do you

ahira...care about y

r life,” she confessed

oo

erstand. Had Pinky hinted towards wanting me to marry her brother? I mean

a whole new context and Pinky was talking entirely in terms of a general conversation. However, whatever she had meant to confess, I knew it was time to maintain distance from her. I was too tired and broken to dea

hed as Pinky slightly led me towards the forests

e dark forests, I soberly watch

. The forest seemed so dry at this hour of the day. I

eem awkward; continuously fiddling with her cowboy hat and running her fing

were near

Pinky de

stop. She wordlessl

Jumping off the horse, I straightened up an

the lake. "I care like a sister, like a friend, yet if you want someone to

y walking towards me

complication,” she

,” My voice slightly c

ous manner

doormat that you have decided t

vulnera

I become too weak to have anyone make decisions for me? Did my lack of resolve make me easy prey? I didn't believe myself to be one. I wa

showed you as being a doormat, it showed how pure your emotions were. I have always seen you as my baby sister, someone whom I deeply care for. You kno

on't help me. The wounds Iyaz has left will leave scars, whether you help me or not. How can I just forget him? He has messed m

u just can

ont of us. The air around us had turned quiet and cold. It was creepy how w

d been too cold to enact as my personal wa

nce myself that my emotions fo

ared for me, because you don't destroy the ones you love, but I still

the sleeves of my shir

I joked in a feeble att

irked back, probably c

r

house, with me being grateful to

el be

start for me. I jus