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– Yes, so that I would then die in this morgue. She thought to herself. This Arthur has rather kill me than saved by this Amir. Sultana was sitting next to them on the sofa and no longer heard the continuation of the conversation. She did not hear Rashid say that his son was in the hospital and he was in a coma. The words echoed in her ears – «he has a wedding date and the wedding will take place in the summer.» Sultana could not believe what she heard. She did not want to see Amir anymore and considered him her enemy. Although, what did he do to her? I just rescued him from the morgue, put him in a clinic, and that’s it. Perhaps he did his duty as he said. He did not confess his love to her, and did not swear allegiance. It was difficult for her to accept this information, and she quietly got up from the sofa and excused herself from the room. Sultana did not shed a tear. I just lay down on the bed and closed my eyes. She fell into a dream in which she wanted to forget this chance encounter and wake up feeling nothing for this man. Sultana thought that heaven was just laughing at her, removing from her life the people to whom she was so attached. She was so afraid to fall in love, she fell in love, and this is the result. Now, she just did not want to live, and she blacked out.