She lay on her stomach, looking troubled. We were lucky no one was watching as she chased them away. He pushed me aside and reached the bed, supporting her to sit up. The look she gave him was full of wonder, desire, and many questions. He knelt before her and said, "Fareda, please forgive me. That girl was scared and angry; forgive her for the love we share." One glance at her and you could see she was starting to lose her composure. She quickly looked at me and said, "I forgive you, Humaira. Actually, you didn't do anything to me." My eyes were wide with tears, but a smile escaped me. She turned her gaze back to him, astonished that he hadn't risen from kneeling, but he just kept looking at her smiling. "I repent, and I ask for forgiveness from my bride and my princess..." I didn't wait for her response; I left, breaking into thanks while wiping my tears. Everyone was staring at me because we had passed in front of them. I didn't see Rabi because I went to their sleeping room to fix my hair since time was short. Before I even finished half, he entered and looked around at me with a glare. "You know, by God, today I'll take you to Inna; I'm tired of your constant troubles, swear to God." I twisted my words with softness before saying, "The trouble has passed like yours, and before you take me to court, I'll start suing you, God willing." "Is that what you said? Well, let me get ahead of you to the evil house." He left laughing. Today, we met Amira on the way; she was late, and I was limping. We greeted, and she passed. At the entrance to our alley, I found his luxury car waiting; he caught me, so he really meant to get ahead of me. From the western side, he was sitting in the shade with five large bags. Inna was over there on the side, her eyes red, as if she had cried. I felt a sinking feeling like never before. I approached her, touched her knees, and said, "Inna, are you okay? What did he do to you? I see your eyes are red." She shed more tears and said, "It's the sewing, my child; everyone has one suitcase except your makeup items, which are also in one suitcase." Fear and anxiety overwhelmed me with his words, along with saying we shouldn't disobey the mercy of the Lord because he too is not his own servant. She continued shedding tears, and I just started crying too, especially when Aisha began opening the items for me while I watched. "Please, Inna, be patient; see, you've even made her start crying with streams." He stood up. "I'll leave you; be