  &quot;Where do you think you re going, Fareeda?&quot; She heard Nenne s voice just when she was about to turn the doorknob to her chamber and enter, and Fareeda wanted to speak at the pitch of her voice. She stealthily turned to look at Nenne with a grim on her lips.
  &quot;My room, I'm tired, I need to sleep.&quot; She spoke, as a matter of factly. But she knew that wasn't the answer Nenne expected from her, and if anything, Nenne would really make sure she grind her meat tonight from the knowing look on her face.
  &quot;I'm not in for any of your uselessness, Fareeda. Where will you leave your husband?&quot; Nenne asked, moving toward her and Fareeda kept taking a few steps, she knew she would regret it if she made the mistake of letting Nenne touch her, that would be the end of her for today.
  &quot;What about him, Nenne? What am I supposed to do to him? He s downstairs of course

  &quot;Fareeda...&quot; His voice quivered as he spoke, not being able to comprehend what was happening right before his eyes. He couldn t believe it was Fareeda that was doing and saying these things to him. He knew that she initially hated him, so much, but he thought all that had changed since they got married, but he guessed he was wrong. His hatred was still alive in his heart.
  &quot;Unless you want yourself to be hurt, just peacefully get back to your own side of the bed and sleep peacefully, without your hand even touching a hair on my body. But if you re hell bent on making each of us regret, then move an inch close to me, and I wouldn't care what will happen to you, Mujaheed. Because you see, this prostitute, this filthy body, can do more damages than your brain can ever come to comprehend. Respect yourself!&quot; Her voice was rough, tough and darkened with painful emotions.

  Mujaheed looked up at her, how she seemed so stubborn of her feelings and thoughts. &quot;That s not what is important now, I don't care whether we re broken or not, but I'm not bringing anyone into this world.&quot;
  She was about to go out of the room when he held her wrist and brought her back into the room. She furiously looked at him and he smiled before he pulled her into his body, tightly hugging her. &quot;I've been wanting to hug you, Fareeda. It feels so good having you back to life, thanks for coming back to me.&quot;
  She tried to push him off her, &quot;I didn t come back for you, I came back because I have a lot of things I need to finish before I die. Now, if you can excuse me please.&quot; Instead of him to let go of her, he placed his head on her shoulder and closed his eyes. He missed her, her body, her scent, how it felt whenever he hugged her or just touched her. 

&quot;Where do you think you re going, Fareeda?&quot; She heard Nenne s voice just when she was about to turn the doorknob to her chamber and enter, and Fareeda wanted to speak at the pitch of her voice. She stealthily turned to look at Nenne with a grim on her lips.
  &quot;My room, I'm tired, I need to sleep.&quot; She spoke, as a matter of factly. But she knew that wasn't the answer Nenne expected from her, and if anything, Nenne would really make sure she grind her meat tonight from the knowing look on her face.
  &quot;I'm not in for any of your uselessness, Fareeda. Where will you leave your husband?&quot; Nenne asked, moving toward her and Fareeda kept taking a few steps, she knew she would regret it if she made the mistake of letting Nenne touch her, that would be the end of her for today.
  &quot;What about him, Nenne? What am I supposed to do to him? He s downstairs of course, what else?&quot; She took two steps behind her at once, because the rate which Nenne walked towar

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