"She is not my wife... Do you hear me? She will never be my wife...she is just my dead wife's sister for me... Nothing else...,"
-Mustafa Hamad Makhdoom
"He will never love me... I will only be Rania sister for him... Just his dead wife's sister...
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The whole world was sleeping but for him, it's another sleepless night with the horror of the past and guilt trip.
He was kicking the punching bag as his body was covered with sweat, his knuckles bruised and cut because of his intense session.
The once ruler of many lives was burdening himself with the ghosts of the past, the lies of years, and the guilt of blood.
He keeps punching it because he was imagining the faces of his demons, his enemies at the time close to dawn.
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He had spent his two years away from his family and his kingdom because the guilt of not protecting an innocent life had haunted him.
He stopped as he hugged it and leaned against the punching bag to take a breath. It's been three hours since he came into his house gym.
Three hours of nothing but regret, pain, and a heart full of secrets. He pushed away from the punching bag and take the wraps off and removed his shirt.
