Love is an addiction that requires proper attention with the right selection and compatible composition. Its madness whose medicine lies in the one responsible for the theft committed.
~Humeyra.
THIRD PERSON'S P.O.V
Humeyra was finally out of the ward and was given the master bedroom which was initially occupied by Hamdan. She actually liked everything about the room as if it was made specifically for her. From the purple painted wall to the beautifully curved ceiling .Not forgetting the lavender sheets that smelled of Hamdan's scent which drove Humeyra insane each night as she imagined him beside her. She was mad at him but she missed his embrace for he became a part of her the moment he decided to embrace her in that ward. His embrace, reminded her of what it felt to be home. The warmth from his body gave her the reassurance she always sort but never found.
