Chapter 29. Hopeless

She had never in her life felt so dejected, nor had she cried that much. She had been through so much in her life and had cried and felt depressed before, but nothing like what she was feeling at the moment. If she didn’t find a solution in the next two weeks, her life would be ruined — she would be sacrificed to that animal she despised the most, the man she wouldn’t even wish her enemy to marry.

“Adda Bushra...” Yasmin called out softly. She stood by the door, afraid to walk further into the room. “Can I come in, please?” she asked worriedly. Her heart sank at the sight of her sister. How could time change things? She left home looking as bright as the sun; now here she was, collapsed on her knees, looking all shades of gloominess.

When Bushra didn’t answer her, Yasmin composed herself, walked further into the room, and knelt before her. She grabbed her shoulders and lifted her up. “Look at me,” she started. “I know everything doesn’t seem right, and I know you’re deje