  &quot;Wait, do you think that you might be heavy or something? And you aren t a whole human being, you re half.&quot; She groaned in annoyance and before she replied, he had pushed a spoonful into her mouth and her words were made guttural by the food. 
  He fed her and in between the breaks he gave her, Maryam spoke incessantly that the began to wonder what had gotten over her. Yet he understood she was just being enthusiastic about the henna and the hair she could already feel its softness without touching or even seeing it in the mirror. &quot;Can we continue with that movie now? It s boring here.&quot; She said at last and Na im thought that maybe he could get the silence he badly wanted without her questions ringing in his ears.
  He brought his phone out and played the movie while she rested her head on his shoulder. The way she did that, Na im was sure she didn t know where she 

  &quot;Mairam,&quot; she shook her head to cut him off. Since she had finally mustered the courage to speak to him about it, she was going to do it before she couldn t do it anymore.
  &quot;You don t have to say that you won t, just because you ve seen these tears on my cheeks. By now, you should know that they re somehow one of the most natural things to easily come to me. I'm a burden to you, I know.&quot; She breathed at last, ducking her head down as she played with her fingers while she said the words out. 
  &quot;My father begged you to marry me and you accepted it not because you wanted but because you pity us and I'm indebted to you for not letting him die wishfully. But really, Captain, you can get married to her, I know you will. She's obviously the daughter of a rich man and a rich woman herself. She s the type of woman you can proudly show off to your friends and family...

  &quot;Her name is Maryam.&quot; Maryam who was warily looking at him seemed not to have liked the idea of this strange woman that she didn t know, knowing her name but he gave her the its okay look. Even though he had been flashing that look to her when she should have already let that Yana of a lady do it for her. 
  &quot;Maryam, we re going to make you look beautiful here, don t you want it?&quot; She asked and fished out her phone with a smile, showing her a picture from the distance she stood, &quot;I ll do your dilka, your hair, your facials, and henna, won t you like it?&quot; Maryam was silent for a while, but she was staring earnestly at the pictures she was showing her the beautiful intricate designs of henna and it seemed to be a good idea when she did that. &quot;Do you want it?&quot; Maryam slowly nodded her head, she wanted it so bad that she could as well make some magic

&quot;Wait, do you think that you might be heavy or something? And you aren t a whole human being, you re half.&quot; She groaned in annoyance and before she replied, he had pushed a spoonful into her mouth and her words were made guttural by the food. 
  He fed her and in between the breaks he gave her, Maryam spoke incessantly that the began to wonder what had gotten over her. Yet he understood she was just being enthusiastic about the henna and the hair she could already feel its softness without touching or even seeing it in the mirror. &quot;Can we continue with that movie now? It s boring here.&quot; She said at last and Na im thought that maybe he could get the silence he badly wanted without her questions ringing in his ears.
  He brought his phone out and played the movie while she rested her head on his shoulder. The way she did that, Na im was sure she didn t know where she had her head placed on or even if she knew, she did that innocently without any thought. He smiled a

Chapter 34 22: She Looks Beautiful