YARIMA ASHMAN

About this Novel

Two lovely young women sat in the garden, each with a lemon placed before her. Yesmin, visibly upset with her friend Kubra, had brought her to the garden. Kubra, unaccustomed to such places of leisure, was known to be of humble means and associated with a questionable reputation. "Take care, for God's sake," Yesmin murmured to herself. Yesmin was a breathtaking beauty, with luscious chocolate-colored skin, delicate pink lips, and enchanting golden eyes. Her perfectly shaped eyebrows added to her allure. She was a sight to behold. Any man, upon setting eyes on her, would be entranced. Attempting to engage Kubra in conversation, Yesmin found her friend distracted and distant. Kubra, with a hint of panic in her voice, mentioned the presence of someone significant in the garden. Yesmin, observing the bodyguards approaching, advised a hasty departure to avoid any unwanted attention. "Yesmin with her flowing locks turned to Kubra, "I don't know what to do. Please guide me. Even if he is of noble birth, we were admitted without payment. Let's not cause any trouble. My mother wouldn't approve.