23. A Sensual Dream

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Samara's gaze moved to the notebook in my hand. Her frown deepened. I said, "Hey."

She moved up her head and looked at me. Instead of replying she grabbed my hand and began dragging me in her room's direction. Vexation contorted my face, but I didn't protest and let her took me to the room. Once we were there, she locked the door and faced me. I pulled my hand from her grip and snapped, "What was that, Samara?"

She crossed her arms on her chest, "You tell me. Are you trying to seduce my man?"

I shook my head in disbelief, "You should hear yourself."

"Don't try to be smart with me. What were you doing in his study at this time of the night?" She scowled, maybe trying to scare me. I couldn't be scared easily like before because with each passing day, I was getting habitual of living this way and the fear that made me weak once was dying down.

"I was just doing my college work. He was helping me."

She let out a chuckle in scornful manner, "I can't believe this. He was so angry at you before. When did you guys get so close that he started calling you in his study?"

I wanted to laugh at her doubts right now. She was considering me a threat when Ashar couldn't even endure my presence. She really had no idea how much he hated me. But what could I say, since the beginning I had found that woman impulsive and imprudent.

"Samara, you're exaggerating." I seethed, raising my hands in air, "I'm getting out of here. I'm not in the mood for senseless argument."

She surely knew how to get on someone's nerve. I turned to the door and about to open it when her words stopped me. "I'm warning you, Sanaya. Stay away from him. Don't forget you're going to leave this house soon."

I became antagonized with her impertinent remarks so I faced her again and said aloud, "You're unbelievable. If you can't make Ashar yours, do not blame me because I haven't done anything yet. It's your actions that pushed him away from you, not me."

Her jaws clenched. Her selfishness was now inducing me to despise her. I couldn't keep my heart clean for her anymore. Out of all the people, she shouldn't be thinking about me this way because she knew everything. She knew I was trapped here because of her fatuousness.

"I'm important to him. He would soon forgive me and get ready to marry me again." She raised her index finger at me, "I know it's my mistake that I brought you in his life, but now I couldn't trust you after knowing that you lived in an orphanage and have no family. You would be thinking that you've found a treasure or something."

Her enraged words seared my heart to the extent that tears gathered in my eyes, "Don't provoke me to stand against you." My voice was low and rumbling, "Remember, I've a upper hand here. I'm his legal wife."

The shock crossed her face. My threat was aimless and thoughtless. I simpered at her. Before she could respond, I opened the door and stormed out of her room. Today it's official and confirmed, I had a deep resentment for that woman.

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"One by one report your assignment to the class and summarized what you had learned from the business owners." The teacher ordered. The final submission of that problematic assignment was today.

Thankfully I managed to complete the work on time so now I was hopeful that I would get a good grade. After all, I went through a tough process, tolerated the same, humiliating allegations for this. Samara's doubts about me remained like a lump in my throat.

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