Chapter 123. I Won't Marry You

The groans mixed with the sound of kicks and stomping. To her, it seemed someone was beating a sack of potatoes.

She couldn't even move her lips to beg, only hearing the sound of him being tortured. A tear escaped her eye.

Hannan wasn't at fault.

He didn't deserve to bear such extreme assaults just for her.

He was always there to help her in the first place, but here she was, just sitting helplessly, listening to his painful groans.

She closed her eyes tightly, and his face appeared in her mind—his blood-smeared face.

Then came his cheeky smile, the one he would flash to assure her that everything would be fine, and his worried, concerned voice during their phone calls.

Everything came crashing down in her mind.

"Keep your eyes open, Sheharzaad," she heard him say. But she couldn't. Instead, she wanted to cover her ears so she wouldn’t hear Hannan's pain-filled groans. It was tormenting her, syncing with the beats of her heart.