45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡD3YAgz6f09The Rose at midnight 🌹 chapter 4
It was aggressive. Sharp. Alarmed. Every dog they passed reacted the same way growling, barking, backing away as if sensing something they could not see. Hasan’s grip on Amina’s hand tightened. Neither of them spoke. The moment they reached home
Everything began again. Her voice changed.
Her posture stiffened. And then she started vomiting. Violently. Without warning.
Again and again. But what terrified everyone most was not the vomiting itself.
It was her demand. “A new plate,” she insisted each time, her voice cold and unwavering. “Not this. Not old.” A new one.
Every time. The fear in the house became unbearable. Children cried. Adults whispered in hushed, shaken voices. But Hasan never left her side. Not once. Even though theirs had been an arranged marriage, he stayed beside her every night. He recited from the Qur’an softly, his voice steady despite the fear. He whispered the azan near her ears, hoping to bring her peace. He refused to lose her. Slowly… the episodes began to fade. Days passed. Then weeks. The house grew quiet again. A year later, Amina gave birth to their first child. Today, they have two children. And nothing like that has happened again. But during her first pregnancy, a truth finally surfaced. Her family admitted something they had hidden for years. “She was targeted,” they said. “Since childhood.”
Strange things had always followed her.
But they had ignored it. Dismissed it.
Until the night she picked up the rose.
Even now, Amina follows certain rules.
She never sits outside at midnight with her hair open. Never wear flowers casually at night. Never ignore the unseen. Just in case. And sometimes…
Those who were there still think about that night. About the rose that landed in the darkness. About the moment everything changed. And a single question lingers What would have happened… if she had never picked it up?45Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRxj0vFJ1wD
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