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Writer's POV:

It was going to be a very heavy day. Noure could hardly concentrate as he drove through Zagreh in direction of the palace. He we so angry. He'd felt that something wasn't right about how Asahd suddenly cared a lot for Saïda,...the way when she spoke about him, her voice softened and she seemed dreamy. Even on the other side of the phone, Noure realised it. But he'd trusted his Saïda wholeheartedly and now it was a different story. He blamed it on Asahd. Damned ...