Chapter 43 - Singaporean Rice Vs Biryani

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Noor's POV:

Turning in my bed ...
the Sleepless night.....
eyes were red...

Thoughts of him....
Pointless, I was...
Spinning head...and he, the cause...

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I sat up in bed....adjusted my duvet...laid again but...where was my sleep???

I glanced through the clock....which just struck 3: 00 am.

I folded my arm and placed it on my eyes....a way to block the thoughts...

Tap...tap....

"Doll"

His voice.... blast from the past...lead to perplexity...

Nothing much just anxiety...

Let me tell you what happened tonight...

This was like turning the tide...

I was feeling for him....how could I... I was amazed....do you know how much I hated him....remember????

YaAllah! Please guide me right...choose me a path which is best for me...

At last, I prayed to Allah from the Core of my heart... Felt much relief...just lead me laid peacefully...

And then he captured my imagination... The beast...if you don't mind...I'm habitual of this title for him...

What happened a few hours back... I just recalled....

Flashback:*****

Fa
.
Raa
.
AAn...

I was sobbing....

YaAllah!

What was happening....

He was ferociously beating that dirty Man....who behaved with me so inhumanly, just before a while...
He snatched my veil....I did a hard struggle for my modesty, that goon, ripped my shoulder.....

"Noor"

His call....

My beast just saved me...people!!!

I was so overwhelmed.... As he was back in the room...his Noor, I was crying for everything, happened within 15 mins...

"Noor"

The first time he said my name, I started something thawing inside...

Unblinkingly, gazing at him...I wished for his Chest... I needed his arms.....I missed his touch...

"Are you OK"

"No, I'm not. Please take me in you"

I wished in my mind but my lips parted and delivered his name only.

"Ff...raan"

What's going on with me?

Seriously... Didn't know...

His powerful shadowed presence....comply me, to take refuge in him...

My nearly dead ego poked and mocked me but was soon knocked out.
Because he perished the rock, which did my way block...

"Please..heal me."

looking into his luminous, love-glazed eyes with my pooled ones, I begged...in my mind...

"Noor ... Don't cry...did he....?

He spoke...meticulously, In so much painstaking manner.

It was.... It was...

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