{ Prologue }

                                    

                                          
I thought it wouldn't happen again. Why didn't I tell anyone? Where did I go wrong? What did I do to deserve this? Who's fault is it?
In the dark of the night, with the sound breaths of the people sleeping beside her, Adeela quietly muffled her cries. She struggled to breathe. Her heart pounding in her ears. All her thoughts going haywire. She didn't understand what was happening to her. 
She wanted to scream. She wanted to shout. She wanted to let her voice out. But she couldn't do it because her family was right beside her. They would know the turmoil she's going through if they woke up. What was she going to tell them then? That she was having a nightmare? No.
I wish it was a nightmare. I would've never remembered once I woke.
But how could she deny the burns on her skin whenever her mind took her back to those moments. She felt hot. She wanted to rip her dress off her body, wash away anything foreign that was not allowed to be there. 
All she did was sit there in the dark, facing the wall, gazing at nothing and with her mind void- she wept.
She was betrayed. She was broken. She was crushed.
And she was helpless.
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Assalamualaikum ✨
What an odd set of events, eh? A very diverse turn indeed.
Just to be clear here, after all attempts to write a complete story of sorts which I never intended to , this has led me to believe I don't commit to stuff I'm
Insecure about. This short story is my last resort because this is very close to my heart. 
No humour, no fun; just dark truth. There will also be no dilly dallying. 
My point: Read at your discretion because this story is not for the faint of heart. I hope you understand what I'm trying to tell when you read the first chapter. Inn shaa Allah 
Posting this on a random midnight with no further planning