She could feel the pain slowly overcoming her soul. The agony, the grief, taking over all that she once thought was alive in her. She felt so empty that she was sure her whole body will echo if someone was to shake her. But she stood, rigid as though a hundred years old tree, clinging onto the only thing that made her alive; her eyeglasses. 

Through those glasses, she had seen things she had wished she could erase. She had hated the things she once loved, places she once cherished and the man she grew up to love. 

It didn’t matter who he was to her, his role in her life or even the title he possessed. She was going to take revenge, she was going to make him regret, she was going to make her father cry right before her eyes!

But what if he chose to add more pain to her aching wounds? The day he declared her married to a gateman, the strings left attaching her with him were forcefully cut off. And she was certain even if it would take her till eternity, so long as she stayed married to the gateman, her father would never know what happiness felt like!

Married To The Gateman

<p>She was in her thoughts when she felt hands around her and she quickly put back her glass, "Who s that?!" She asked breathlessly and she saw Mujaheed trying to tuck her into the duvet.</p>

<p>"You might feel cold when you re sleeping, I thought I should cover you up." He said hesitantly and brought the duvet up to her midriff and stopped, "Sleep well, Fareeda. Don t cry, don t think about anything, just sleep. And also, you aren't going anywhere to make anyone regret." She was about to argue with him when he took off the glass, folded it and kept it on the bedside drawer, "Please, no more talking. Just sleep, okay?" He said softly and pulled the duvet until her chest was covered. He turned off the light and walked out of the room.</p>

Chapter 23 15: B