  &quot;What will you have for me in return?&quot; He asked and tenderly began to massage her feet while she smiled appreciatively at him.
  &quot;What will I give you? You have everything you need, a beautiful one included, but sorry,&quot; she pouted her lips, &quot;Her eyes doesn't work.&quot; She laughed at the expression he made because if anything, Fareeda knew he hated it when she made any comment about her eyes. 
  &quot;I've told you they re among the most beautiful things in your body. I've always loved your eyes. The first time I heard you told that nurse that you couldn t see without your glass I found it so hard to believe you until things kept happening that I had no choice but to believe what you ve said. But really, what I love the most in them is how they flash out your innocence, and of course, the honey color of your orbs.&quot;
  She smiled at him, it was times like t

  She knew it was high time for her to get accustomed to the pain, because she had been in so much pain since she was a little girl. But Fareeda wondered why it was so different when it came to Mujaheed, like she didn't have the control of her emotions whenever it came to him. She had cried like never before, screamed and begged for Allah to mend things back to how they used to be. She didn t know what she was going to do anymore, he wasn t even ready to listen to her for her to tell him her excuse, everything had been choked up for her. If only he would listen to her, but she knew from the way he looked earlier, listening to her would be the last thing he would ever do.
  She looked up at the clock and it read more than thirty minutes past midnight, Fareeda wondered where he must ve stayed this long. This wasn't the first time they fought, and he always came home before it was midnight 

  &quot;But I didn t say anything wrong, Ya Fareed. You should ve said to him that, 'Mujaheed, try this soup, Nana made it but I stirred it for her when she was praying.  But the way you said it is an intellectual theft, Ya Fareeda! You violated my copyrights.&quot;
  At this point, Mujaheed couldn t keep his laugher anymore, because he knew if it was visible, they would ve already seen the flames of anger coming out of Fareeda's ears. &quot;Intellectual theft? Copyright? Nana I'll make sure to send you to your grave today!&quot; She strangled her and Nana kept screaming.
  Mujaheed laughed before he dropped down the plate and went to them, he peeled Fareeda s hands off Nana s throat and shook his head at her, &quot;What if she dies, Fareeda?&quot; He asked with a hint of laughter on his voice even though trying all he could to sound as serious as he could.
  She rolled her eyes before s

&quot;What will you have for me in return?&quot; He asked and tenderly began to massage her feet while she smiled appreciatively at him.
  &quot;What will I give you? You have everything you need, a beautiful one included, but sorry,&quot; she pouted her lips, &quot;Her eyes doesn't work.&quot; She laughed at the expression he made because if anything, Fareeda knew he hated it when she made any comment about her eyes. 
  &quot;I've told you they re among the most beautiful things in your body. I've always loved your eyes. The first time I heard you told that nurse that you couldn t see without your glass I found it so hard to believe you until things kept happening that I had no choice but to believe what you ve said. But really, what I love the most in them is how they flash out your innocence, and of course, the honey color of your orbs.&quot;
  She smiled at him, it was times like this when she wished she had never done anything bad in her life, because getting Mujaheed as a husb

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