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Asahd's POV:
It'd been forty five minutes since I'd returned to my room after dinner. I'd freshly showered and was sitting at the edge of my bed in nothing but my boxers and my unbuttoned nightshirt.
I had my face in my palms as frustrated, I kept hoping Saïda would show up. I couldn't stop thinking of the fact that she'd gone visiting Noure, earlier that evening and had returned at seven PM. What had she been doing with him? I tried not to think of it because it would definitely spoil my night. I needed her. I desperately did. Love was teaching me a hard lesson. Saïda literally obsessed me...I didn't want my heart broken because of her marrying Noure. I would not give up, still. Even if she married him, I would still follow her around. I needed her with me.
As I thought, there was a low knock at my door and I looked up, sitting straight.
"Yes?"
'Please. It should be you, Saïda...'