A week had passed, but Sheharzaad didn’t hear from him. She kept coming to the company

but learned that Shehryaar was not there; he had gone to his home, outside the city. She was

more than happy. The relief that had entered her system couldn’t be put into words. It felt

like an answer to a prayer that she had persistently asked to be accepted.

Shehryaar had traumatized her. And with his absence, she felt she was able to breathe

freely, without having to worry about anything or fear him. ...