đź“– Words That Always Turn Into Wounds
Episode 10: Shadows That Walk in Silence
The evening sun painted the courtyard in fading gold.
Aaniya stepped inside the house — everything was in its place, yet something felt... off.
The main door was slightly ajar.
She frowned. "I'm sure I locked it," she whispered.
Her steps slowed as she noticed a file lying wide open on the center table.
The divorce file.
But this time, it wasn't just paper — a photograph had slipped out.
She bent down, picked it up.
Suleman… and a woman.
Both laughing. Close.
The background was too familiar.
The same courtroom building — the same day he had promised to fight for her.
A chill touched her spine.
She flipped the photograph.
One name was scribbled in neat handwriting:
"Fariha Suleman – Advocate High Court"
The name echoed in her mind like a whisper she had never heard before — but should have.
Right then, her phone buzzed.
Aaliyan.
Aaniya hesitated… then answered.
> "You still trust Suleman completely?"
His voice was low. Almost cautious.
> "What are you talking about?" she snapped.
> "I've seen that photo. I know who she is.
But it's not my truth to reveal."
> "Then whose truth is it?" Aaniya asked, her voice trembling now.
> "Ask him," Aaliyan replied.
"Before the silence becomes another wound."
The line went dead.
Aaniya stared at the photo once more.
Her hand wasn't shaking anymore.
> "I believed in clean slates… but maybe some pages are only half-erased."
She picked up her phone.
> "Suleman, I need answers. Tomorrow. Face-to-face."
"Because now, I'm not just fighting a case — I'm standing at the edge of another lie."
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