"Your boyfriend, what's his name? What does he do?" Yugh asked as he drove, his eyes on the road but his mind sharpening despite the alcohol. đŁ
"He's Hasan. He's a pilot. His mother is well-known, a businesswoman," Asifa replied.
"What? Hasan? So he's your boyfriend?" Yugh asked again, needing to confirm the horrifying coincidence. đ¨ââď¸
"Yes, he is. Do you know him?" she asked, turning to look at him.
"Yes, I know him very well... Do you know Anisa?" Yugh probed further. đ
"Yes, I know her. She's the one Hasan's mother arranged for him to marry," Asifa stated, her voice matter-of-fact.
"You're saying this so casually. So you know this is a fraudulent, deceptive marriage he's planning?" Yugh pressed, his voice tightening. đŤ¤
"Yes, I know. He's only doing it to get Anisa's property," she confessed, the words hanging heavily in the confined space of the car.
"Then doesn't it hurt you? That because of you, another woman is being destroyed? You have the power to stop it, don't you?" he challenged, a mix of anger and pity in his tone. đľ
"I can't do anything. I can't influence him. I'm scared of losing his love. I need it. I can't live without him," she said, her voice breaking into a sob.
"So, you know their wedding is tomorrow?" Yugh asked, delivering the final blow. đ¤¨
"What?! I didn't know it was so soon! How can that be?" she cried out, the reality crashing down on her. Tears began to stream down her face uncontrollably.
"Why are you crying all of a sudden?" Yugh asked, pulling the car over to the side of the road and turning to face her. The search for Hasan had just unearthed a truth more devastating than either of them expected. đĽ˛