<p>Description For </p><p>MAR'ADAMS BOOK 3 COMPELET </p><p> </p><p>ATA stood before the mirror, staring at his reflection. He had lost significant weight, and his face revealed the depth of his worries. For a long time, he stood there, observing himself in silence. Then, he heaved a heavy sigh, pulled a small stool closer, and sat on it, placing his hand on his broad chest and gently stroking his smooth, well-groomed chest hair. His eyes closed as if to drown his thoughts. Deep down, he knew that any woman lucky enough to call him her husband had truly hit the jackpot.</p><p>With a resigned calmness, he began applying body lotion, trying to bury his worries and fears. At that moment, he knew his only source of distress was the absence of Princess, but he felt it was time to let go of her memories. Letting out a deep sigh, he muttered to himself, “Wicked woman. From today onwards, there is no more you in my thoughts.”</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>He stood up, walking with his usual air of confidence, and went to his wardrobe. He selected a pair of sleek blue jeans and a crisp white T-shirt. The outfit accentuated his striking good looks, making him even more captivating. Returning to the mirror, he grabbed a bottle of cologne and sprayed it generously on himself. He then turned on his phones, which had been off for the past four days.</p><p>Messages began pouring in immediately. Sliding one hand into the pocket of his jeans, he walked gracefully to the living room, as though each step carried an air of importance. Descending the stairs, the first thing his eyes landed on was Maryam. She was seated in the living room, wearing a bright red gown that complemented her complexion. Her beauty was undeniable, but ATA only gave her a cursory glance, then looked away as if she didn't exist.</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>His focus shifted to Mami, who was seated with a newspaper in her hands. Maryam's eyes were glued to him as he approached. The sight of him caused a strange, overwhelming sensation in her chest, as if her heart would burst. She wanted to greet him, but fear and apprehension left her frozen.</p><p>ATA walked over to where his mother sat and placed his phones on the small table before her. He then collapsed onto the couch, resting his head on her lap without uttering a word. Mami, who had been pretending to read the newspaper, set it down and lovingly placed her hand on his head.</p><p>"Good afternoon, my sweetheart," she said tenderly.</p><p>"Afternoon, my Adamcy. I hope you’re feeling better?" she asked with concern.</p><p>"Not bad," he replied dryly.</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>Maryam, still sitting on the couch, was struggling to contain the overwhelming emotions swirling inside her. Her heart pounded loudly in her chest, making it impossible for her to remain still. She wondered how she could live with a man who instilled such intense fear in her. ATA, on the other hand, ignored her presence entirely.</p><p>Picking up one of his phones, he scrolled through the messages. The first was from M. Malik, and he read it intently. A wave of emotions swept through him as he finished reading. He closed his eyes, trying to suppress the feelings, then dialed Malik’s number. The call went unanswered.</p><p>He called four more times, an unusual move for someone who rarely called anyone more than once. Frustrated, he let out a sigh and went back to reading his messages.</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>"Adamcy, my sweetheart," Mami called, her voice filled with affection.</p><p>"Yes, sweetheart?" he responded, his voice barely audible.</p><p>"Hakika, your mother has…" she began.</p><p>"Stop it, sweetheart," he interrupted, his tone sharp. He cast a sideways glance at Maryam, who was staring at him with wide eyes, as if she were entranced. With a stern glare, he made her feel so uncomfortable that she quickly stood and hurried out of the room.</p><p>"Why do you keep chasing the girl away?" Mami asked with exasperation.</p><p>“If not for her disrespect and hypocrisy, what reason does she have to sit there, watching us? Besides, I don’t want you scolding me in her presence. It will only make her think less of me.”</p><p>"Who said I was going to scold you?" Mami asked. “In fact, I was going to apologize for what I did to you concerning this marriage.”</p><p>“Sweetheart, you have no reason to apologize. I’m not upset with you.”</p><p>“I know you’re not, but I feel guilty for putting you in this situation. Please forgive me.”</p><p>“Sweetheart, I hold no grudge against you. I understand why you made the decision you did.”</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>"Adamcy," she said, her voice breaking. “Your actions hurt me deeply. Turning to alcohol as a coping mechanism is a punishment I cannot endure. Please promise me you’ll never touch alcohol again.”</p><p>He remained silent, lost in thought. Maryam, who had been eavesdropping, strained her ears to catch every word.</p><p>“I promise you, sweetheart, I’ll never drink alcohol again. It’s not even my habit. It was the weight of my troubles that pushed me to it.”</p><p>"But you’ll still smoke?" Mami asked, her voice filled with disappointment.</p><p>“I have to, sweetheart. It’s the only thing that keeps me grounded.”</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>Mami sighed heavily. “Adamcy, I forgive you, but please, let go of your bitterness towards Maryam. She is your wife now, and she’s trying her best.”</p><p>ATA looked away, unwilling to discuss the matter further. He stood up abruptly and said, “I’m going out now.”</p><p> </p><p> </p>
