Book #3 of destiny series could be read as stand alone.
S A K I N A S A F I :-
For me, my sole focus is my family. Providing a better life for my sisters, and my mother. I left my city to find a job in Istanbul. I have no reasons to mingle with...
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I place the eraser back on the table as I finish erasing the last of the outlines from the sketch of the diamond set I designed.
Smiling in satisfaction I place the paper in the file and close it.
Stretching my arms above my head I stare at the sketches I drew from the past four hours.
During my university days, for my assignments and exams, I used to draw so many designs of different kinds of jewelleries and thought of every single gem which would suit it best.
Having insomnia has it's perks.
I mean, extra work hours, workout, extra time to catch up on anime I used to watch or movies.
Sleep is over rated.
I used to sleep decently when I was a kid. Until nights become my enemy and sleep was a dangerous thing I couldn't afford.
Shaking my head, I remove my glasses and place it on the table. Snatching the pack of cigarettes, I frown as I find it empty and the ashtray next to it full of blunt buds.
Picking up the ashtray and empty pack of cigarettes, I get up and throw it in the dustbin.
I reach for the shelf beside glasswares where I usually keep my cigarette stash and come empty hand.
I search the whole rack and realise I finished my monthly stash.
And it's only twelfth today.
I guess the stress was too much.
Raking a hand through my hair, I try to think of other things which could distract me from the idea of having a stick in my mouth.
I go to the pantry and pick up two large packs of chips and go the living room. Turning on the tv, I put up another episode of anime I was watching and start eating the chips.
Halfway through the episodes, both of my chips packet were done.
I have read somewhere when people decide to quit cigarette, they gain weight. Now I know why.
I throw the empty packets away and wash my hands and continue watching the whole episode.
For two episodes, I was engrossed in the story, but then my hands started itching and mouth craved for something to be put in it.
I pause the episode and walk around the room.
The first task I am doing this morning is ordering extra packs.
I slap my thighs in frustration.
Fuck, is this what all those druggies feel when they don't get their hit?
I am a nicotine druggie myself.
I sit back on the sofa and rub my neck in frustration.
My eyes fall on the centre table where I keep chocolates in the small golden bowl which my grandmother gifts me everytime I visit her or she visits me.
