Days passed.

Things were normal for them but not for her. She couldn't seem to get out of her thoughts.

Out of her fear and paranoia. That always occupied her mind. She was scared. Trapped.

Caged. But nobody could see her shackles. Yet she could feel all the binds that had caged

her.

She carried on with her routine of eating the sleeping pills and sleeping before he came

home or going to his father's room so he wouldn't so easily get her.

It was dinner time, and the maid had asked Sheharzaad to ...