The world lays at his feet but his world is her.
The king bows to no one except his queen.
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" How could I want anyone else when I am only because you are ? I exist for you just as I exist because of you Inayah "
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♡Inayah's pov♡
Everyone has a reason or a thing that gets you up in the morning , something or someone you love. Which reminds you to be grateful for your existence.
Something which gives you nostalgia , the longing to be near again to that someone that is distant or that has been loved and then lost.
Something which gives you the feeling that love remains.
Something or someone from which ones strength is drawn, where one feels home. Something which provides you the safety you always craved.
Which gives you the comfort, something that can make you forget greif or suffering.
For me that something was my mothers letters.
The only thing left of her which gave me happiness.
The only joy , which reminded me of her.
My father burned all of her things, but some how there were few letters she wrote for me that were left behind.
I was hiding them from him for years Because I knew once he would get to know about that, we would try his best to steal the only piece of happiness that reminded me of my mother left in me.
I still had belief he would get better.
Somewhere deep inside of me I wished he will improve and will try to become a better person , that's why I used to pray to god everyday for him.
But I was so wrong so so wrong.
And now it was enough.
I rushed down stairs, I could hear my fathers and his friend voices getting louder and louder.
"so its deal right"
I saw him standing there he had a sickly sweet smile on his face.
An another man was standing there , his back facing me. By looking at his partially grey I could tell he was in his late fifties.
Then my fathers eyes diverted towards me and he gave me a smile which couldn't have felt more fake.
"Oh here is my daughter I was talking about. Isn't she perfect ."
The mystery man turned and looked at me.
He was wearing buttoned down shirt with trousers , he was holding an expensive looking jacket is his hands. He is definitely from a rich family for sure.
He looked at me , his eyes moving from the bottom to the top of my head . It was making me feel uneasy , like I was being auctioned and he was here to buy me.
The mysterious men smirked at me and said : "You have got a deal , she is perfect for my son."
