"You get sick often," Asim gently caresses your back, a frown visible on his handsome face. "The physicians said you were fine, but this is the sixth time you've been bedridden in the year you've spent here." His hands gently tilt your head up, making you hold his gaze.

"Is someone doing this to you? Be honest, firefly." He was right, of course; someone was intentionally affecting your health. His main wife, Masika, but how were you supposed to say that to him?