SO MAKAMIN CUTA
Jasmine slept happily that day.
From that time on, her love for him kept growing in her heart. However, she hardly got time with him anymore. Even when he came home, he mostly stayed in his room now.
On the other side, there was a woman in her early thirties.
She was dressed elegantly in a way that almost hid her age. As always, she came out looking flawless.
She wore ripped jeans with a red silk satin long-sleeve shirt whose front buttons were slightly open. She loosely wrapped a small veil around her head—whether it was there or not hardly made any difference. Her workers followed behind her as she walked with pride and authority.
Even though she wore expensive glasses on her face, her beauty could not be hidden. Even a blind person passing by could sense she was beautiful.
“Zahida Rodrigues” was written in front of the office she entered.
Security immediately stopped the many clients waiting to meet her.
She was on the phone.
> “Oh Jamal, please help me.
I promise this will be the last time.”
She said anxiously.
Jamal replied:
> “No, Zahida. I told you to forget about this matter.
It’s too dirty. It may be beyond my power, even legally.
Those people are dealing with drugs and it’s dangerous, you know?”
She turned angrily and hit the desk.
> “So what? Aren’t you the best lawyer?
You shouldn’t be afraid of anyone.
Jamal, don’t embarrass me.
I need this business—just do something about it, please.”
Without waiting for his response, she cut the call and sat down breathing heavily.
Her secretary, who stood nervously at the side, spoke carefully.
> “Madam, there are many clients waiting. At least you should see some today.”
Without even looking at her, Zahida said coldly:
> “Just get out.”
The secretary quickly left.
Many people rushed toward Zahida, but she didn’t even know what to tell them. Most of them had been waiting for over six months just to meet her.
She sat holding her head, thinking about how she would face Mrs. Rod, their mother, if she lost this case—especially after spending so much money on it.
While she was thinking, her private phone rang.
When she saw Kamal calling, she quickly answered.
> “Hello darling,” she said in a seductive voice.
> “Hey…” Kamal replied with his deep, sexy voice.
She asked:
> “I was expecting to see you at my office today. Or have you canceled the deal with me?”
He chuckled softly.
> “No. If it’s not with you, then who else?
You are the most capable woman in this country.
Don’t forget that, Miss World Beauty Queen.”
A proud smile spread across her face.
> “I won’t, Mr. Sweet-talker.”
Kamal said:
> “So how far? Let’s talk about business.”
> “Of course. I’m at your service. I’ve been waiting for you.”
He added:
> “But you know I’m not the real owner of the business, right?”
> “Yeah,” she replied impatiently.
> “Okay then. Let’s hit it.”
He ended the call.
Within three minutes she grabbed her bag and left the office.
Her secretary stood up as Zahida walked past her with a humiliating look.
They entered a large fashion design showroom filled with about ten female workers, all busy organizing clothes and designs.
The place was beautifully arranged. Every designer outfit there was eye-catching.
Zahida ordered:
> “I want everything perfect in just 10 minutes.”
She then left.
About thirty minutes later, ZahRod Fashion and Designs Company was completely organized.
Just then, two expensive black BMW sports cars arrived, shining as if they had never touched dust.
Zahida had already changed into a stunning royal blue fitted gown and was waiting in her office.
Standing near the window, she watched them arrive.
Before she even knew who Kamal was making the deal with, her heart was already beating nervously.
> “My Kamal…” she whispered, admiring his charm and charisma.
But when another woman named Tania stepped out with him, Zahida felt her heart drop.
Tania looked elegant and classy.
Zahida quickly drank water, looked at herself in the mirror and whispered:
> “I’m beautiful… yes, I am.”
Then she went out to receive them.
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They were seated in the guest area.
Tania flipped through a magazine that had Zahida’s photo on it.
Zahida walked in smiling.
> “Hey darling,” she said sweetly to Kamal.
He gently held her hand and kissed it.
> “Babe… you look gorgeous.”
Then he said:
> “Meet him.”
He pointed to Ashween.
The moment Ashween saw Zahida, his heart filled with dark emotions.
> “So this is Zahida…” he thought bitterly.
“Devilish woman.”
He forced himself to stand and shake her hand.
Zahida, however, was stunned by his handsome appearance. She had never felt someone’s beauty overshadow her own before.
Kamal signaled for her to shake his hand.
> “Uh… sorry for my manners,” she said.
Ashween stared into her eyes coldly. Inside he felt like strangling her.
They greeted briefly and then walked through the showroom.
Zahida tried to impress Ashween, but he barely paid attention.
Even Kamal and Tania noticed his strange mood.
Zahida asked flirtatiously:
> “So what does your lady like, handsome?”
Ashween gave her a strange look.
Inside his mind he thought:
> “This ugly monster is calling me handsome?”
Finally he said coldly:
> “She’s my gold. I want the best—just like yours.”
Zahida smirked.
> “I’m at your service, prince.”
But he ignored her.
Kamal then excused them and took Ashween outside.
Inside the car, Ashween lowered his head onto the steering wheel.
Kamal asked:
> “Ashween, what’s wrong?”
When he didn’t answer, Kamal tried to calm him.
> “The game has just started. I’m with you.
We will break them, Insha Allah. Just stay strong.”
Ashween finally raised his head, tears in his eyes.
> “You’re right… but I need a break.
I can’t stand that devil.
Everything keeps coming back to me—especially when she talks.”
Kamal reminded him:
> “Remember the promise you made to Lailah.”
After a moment, Ashween said quietly:
> “Let’s go.”
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Meanwhile Zahida was still trying to charm Tania while secretly feeling jealous.
Eventually they finished the purchase and Ashween paid a huge amount of money.
When Zahida saw the alert on her phone, she stared at the empty seat he had been sitting in.
> “Oh my God… he’s mine,” she whispered.
“Ash R… even if I die, I will have you.”
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Page 4
From the day Zahida saw Ashween, she decided she must get involved in his life.
He was a very private man, so it was hard to get information about his wealth. But anywhere he stepped in the city, news eventually reached her.
At first she tried to play hard to get, relying on her beauty and status. But later she began chasing him openly.
Unfortunately, Ashween never gave her much attention.
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One morning around 9:30 AM, Zahida was sitting with her brothers Jamal and Jabir.
She put down her spoon and said excitedly:
> “Guys… I have a new catch.
A new boyfriend.”
Jabir burst out laughing while Jamal stared at her in surprise.
> “Where did you get him?” Jamal asked.
Jabir interrupted:
> “He must be handsome!”
> “Of course,” Zahida replied proudly.
“His beauty should be in newspapers.
He has money, class, and style.
I think I’ve found the one.”
Jamal sighed. He was tired of Zahida’s constant relationships.
He said:
> “May God make this one successful.”
Zahida glared at him.
> “What do you mean by that?”
Jabir laughed mischievously.
> “So when is the wedding?”
Zahida answered confidently:
> “Soon. He’ll even come to this house to meet Mom.”
Then she stood up and left.
Jabir kept laughing while Jamal followed her, shaking his head.
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Meanwhile, Jasmine sat silently before Ammy.
Ammy asked:
> “Jasmine, you haven’t answered me.”
Jasmine replied quietly:
> “Nothing, Ammy. I was just sleepy.”
Ammy then said:
> “Go call Ashween for me.”
Jasmine went to his room and knocked.
There was no response.
After pushing the door open slightly, she screamed in panic:
> “Yaya! (Brother!)”
Ashween was lying on the floor breathing weakly.
She rushed to him crying.
> “What’s wrong with you? Are you sick?”
He tried to signal her to leave but couldn’t speak.
She held his hand and tried to calm him.
Then she ran to call Ammy.
Ammy hurried to the room. By the time they arrived, Ashween had somehow moved back onto the bed.
Ammy gently asked:
> “What happened, Ashween?”
He rested his head on her lap like a child.
> “I didn’t sleep last night,” he said softly.
Ammy sighed.
> “This is not the right time to dwell on your past.
You have important things ahead of you.
Remember the promise you made.”
Ashween reassured her:
> “Nothing will happen to me. I promise.”
She hugged him tightly.
> “You are all I have left in this world.”
He replied:
> “I’m here, Ammy. No one will separate us.”
Just then Jasmine returned with water and saw them.
She stood quietly wondering why Ashween suddenly seemed fine after she left.
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Page 5 (Beginning)
Two days later, Zahida sat in her room beautifully dressed with heavy makeup.
She kept smiling while looking at her phone.
Her mother Hidayat noticed and asked:
> “What are you smiling about? I’ve been here and you didn’t even notice me.”
Zahida excitedly showed her a picture of Ashween.
Her mother looked at it carefully.
> “Hmm… he looks familiar. I feel like I’ve seen him somewhere.”
But Zahida ignored that and said proudly:
> “He’s extremely rich. Real money, Mom.”
Her mother asked:
> “So what exactly do you want with him?”
Zahida smiled confidently.
> “I’m going to marry him soon.
He is the one.”
Her mother frowned.
> “Marriage? Which number will this one be?”
Zahida replied stubbornly:
> “It doesn’t matter. I will marry him.”
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