Draft Diaries #1

Her heart raced. Run. Disappear. She had imagined escaping a thousand times, but there was no way out. She was trapped, and the ceremony was nothing more than a formal exchange—a ritual where the devil received his due. Her thoughts snapped back as one of the makeup artists adjusted her veil. "Beautiful," they whispered, but all she could think was, ‘If only they knew’.

     Soon, it would be time to face Asad, the man who had bought her. The man who now owned her.

       Amaya's dress was a stunning crimson ball gown with a fitted bodice adorned with twinkling beaded and sequin embellishments that shimmered like stars. The voluminous skirt cascaded from the natural waistline in layers of lustrous red satin, forming a perfect circle and trailing into a dramatic train. The intricate floral and vine patterns on the bodice softly dispersed down the skirt, adding to its elegance. She paired the gown with a matching satin hijab edged with delicate lace trim, complemented by a simple tiara adorned with small red gemstones, adding a touch of regal charm. 

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Out of nowhere, a loud crash echoed through the room, and she watched in horror as the vase tumbled to its demise, shattering into a million pieces at her feet. A shiver ran down her spine as she realized that had she taken one step closer, the shards would have given her toes a painful makeover. 

“Where did you get the nerves to barge into my room? Who gave you the permission to enter my room without my knowledge? Do you have no shame?” Asad roared, his eyes were as red as a sunburnt tomato, making Amaya wonder whether it was anger or the booze. His knuckles were so tense they almost turned white, and she couldn't help but worry if he'd snap at any moment. 

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In the next harrowing moment, a scalding spatula was mercilessly pressed against her henna- adorned hand, her screams resonating throughout the sprawling mansion. Every onlooker, whether bearing pity, pain, or cruel satisfaction, stared in silence. Once Asad’s cruel act completed, he abandoned her on the cold floor, leaving her to grapple with her torment alone, her cries of agony filled the empty space. 

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      a real-life nightmare for Amaya Asad Qureshi, but little did she know, it was just the opening act of this thrilling journey.

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