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Chapter 42
Beep. Beep. Beep. The sound of the monitor was the only thing indicating life coming from the lifeless corpse who was lying in the bed. Shehryaar's grey eyes were trained on her face; paleness and malnutrition evident, huge black bags under her eyes, her cheek bones hideously sticking out, her jaw sharply prominent, lips dry and blue. If anyone saw her they would say that she was dead. When he had found her that day, her pulse was so weak he began to think he lost her: and did almost lose her. Right now, she was breathing with the help of a ventilator. She hadn't eaten in sixteen days: she was reduced to skin and bones. He knew she hadn't eaten anything yet he starved her. Every night when he came to claim her, she still fought him despite her own body weakness. He was certain that
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