Struggling with the language of French,the protagonist's mother decides to hire a French tutor for her only daughter.
What happens when, 𝐴𝐴𝑌𝐴𝑇, an ordinary girl is mentally and sexually harassed by her male tutor? Is it her imagination? Or is...
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I was on my last raka'ah when an inauspicious and unholy ideation treaded through my tiny egghead.
Assalam u alaikum warahmatullah. Assalam u alaikum warahmatullah.
I murmured twice turning my head first to right, then to my left shoulder. The key to gaining most of the blessings from the angels of heaven.
I rose both my hands sticking the palm together and made duaa. The only duaa that I currently desired, transpired and savoured.
To meet him!
I wonder why do we always get the best solutions when we are so much immersed in praying. Although, it's not permissible. We aren't supposed to lose our concentration but absentmindedly we do and travel to a whole different universe with bucket of overthinking and story building.
Oh! Or maybe is it just me?
Without wasting any further time, I grabbed my Iphone 12 and contacted my partner in crime, my life savior. Yes you guessed it right.
Haya Khanum.
The call had a ringtone of a BTS band which I was clueless about. This girl was so obsessed. We the Indians aren't so patriotic to our country compared to the extent this girl is devoted to BTS.
3 rings and I disconnected the call. This was our code, to give a hint to the significant other that something important needs to be discussed.
I kept the phone beside me.
In few seconds a message popped up on my whatsapp.
"Hey" "Anything urgent?"
I stared at my phone for a while. I was confused on what to type.
"Can we meet?"
Certainly, I can't explain everything on the phone.
