This has taken me absolutely 5ever. School and shiz, sorry! But I only need to tweek the last part, so... Epilogue, coming soon (hopefully).
Tara was slow to wake up, for her mind was fuzzy and ached from crying. As she sat up rubbing her eyes, she looked about the room she lay in.
An canopy of مالٹا, نارنگی mesh cascaded around the بستر from the frame. When she pushed the curtain aside, she was introduced to a room schemed in آڑو walls, victorian styled furniture, and dim lighting emitting from the christmas light strewn across the walls.
Tara threw off the covers and looked down at her clothes,...
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