ᴋɪɴɢ ʀᴀꜰᴀᴇʟ: ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ ✓

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“I created you from one soul
And from that soul I created it's mate
So that you may live in harmony and love”
{Quran 718:9}
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Loneliness. A deep sense of it engulfed my heart, twisting my thoughts and memories. The rain outside was doing no better in making me feel uplifted. Instead, it's like God knew I would be upset today, so he deemed fit for the weather to be the same.

The light patter brought some solace to my confused heart, but still, not enough.

Rafael's supposed driver parked outside the Mukhtar residence today, early in the morning. This was still while the Mukhtars were sleeping. I wrote them a note and personally messaged auntie and uncle about my sudden disappearance, easing them it wasnt like the last time.

Another two or three minutes passed before the luxurious car stopped infront of a gate. It stayed like this for a couple of seconds before the driver continued with the journey.. I looked behind me just in time to see the gates closing shut.

I turned back around with a sigh, my mind still unable to comprehend just how rich Rafael was. There was an entire separate car journey just from the gates to his house!

We'd eventually stopped before the hidden mansion. The driver came around to open my door for me, and I thanked him in gratitude. I could've done this myself, but these people were rich, rich and doing anything which every other person was able to, didn't sit well with them.

My mind was in a constant state of worry and nerves the more we began walking towards the entrance. I could feel sweat form in the palm of my hands, and in an attempt at making myself seem normal, I wiped them against my jeans hurriedly. Luckily everyone was busy with their own thing.

From the maids, not even batting an eyelash at me and doing their own duty, to the bodyguards. As still as a statue.

But this was the least of my problem. My mouth was as dry as the Sahara. It would have seemed best to drink some of the water in the car, Laila. It would've done you good but then again you'd just end up peeing your pants.

"Miss Bakhash, please, this way" I looked at the maid, whom I'd failed to realise had opened the door. This was a different one. A lot younger than the previous one I'd seen around here before. Nonetheless, I followed after her, still not able to comprehend what brought me here.

It was upon Rafael's order that I'd been summoned. Of course, my compliant brain did nothing but just what he wanted. But not anymore! Today would be a different day, in which I'd be in control. Yes, Laila.

Surely you can have your own way for once. It's the least he owed you, since you'd been kidnapped, abused, sold in a trafficking ring, all because of him and his precious little file.

The poor maid physically shook behind the door, as she patiently waited for Rafael's permission to enter the room. We stood there for five whole minutes, which felt more like a lifetime, before he summoned us. The frightened maid looked back at me, her eyes pleading to come inside with her. It was as if she wanted me to forget we had stood out here for quite some time. Or perhaps she didn't want me to bring this up, in case something insidious was to happen.

Well, girl, I've survived worse than the consequences you're thinking about right now. And nothing, comes close to that fear.

As we both entered, the maid instantly made sure to shut the door behind her, without the need to be told. Or, perhaps, before Rafael could turn around.

As soon as the door thud shut, Rafael turned around in an instant, and it was then I'd realised there was a slight change of air. Ah. He was smoking again. I glanced around to check for any opened windows, but they were all shut, and partly covered by light-blocking curtains.