Lost

Chapter 98: "Played?"

I read all your comments on the previous chapters, but I didn't reply because I keep laughing at your reactions and I knew that'd be offensive x'D One of you actually swore to kill me if all of that turned out to be a dream x'D God! I was so tempted to turn it into a dream just to troll ya'll and make this lostie fast three days as an expiation for not fulfilling her oath x'D

Compared to the previous chapters, this one is longer. So remember to vote gimme loads of comment *pouts*

It took Sarah sometime to realize that she had frozen to a still as she stared at the door down the hall. She had just come out of Asim's room having heard voices in the hallway and was shocked to a still to catch a glimpse of –

No, she told herself, that couldn't have been him. That wasn't Zayn who entered Salma's room!

The sound of quick footsteps coming upstairs snapped her out of her trance. She turned around to see Salma's father hurrying up the steps.

"Ah! Kid," He sighed in relief, "I almost forgot you were still upstairs. Thank God, you're not in the room with her!"

"Mr. Rahman, in the room . . . with – with Salma –"

"Yeah, that's why I rushed upstairs to get you," He smiled apologetically, "Arethas wanted to meet his new . . . well, my daughter," He ended up saying, as if he still hadn't come to terms with the fact that Salma was now married and someone's wife, "I'm not really comfortable either but his grandfather requested on his behalf and I couldn't refuse,"

"No!" Sarah cried out, "Salma is alone with him?! 

Salma's father raised his eyebrows skeptically as ask if she had expected him to be the third wheel.

"Mr. Rahman, you - That wasn't Arethas, that was –"

"Atif!"

Someone called Salma's father from down stairs and he turned to them, cutting Sarah off.

"Yeah, I'll be there in a moment!" he shouted back before turning to Sarah, "Come on, daughter. You can't stay all alone up here."

"But-"

"Let's go downstairs." He smiled at her pointedly, silently asking her to follow him.

Sarah swallowed, looking at Salma's door horrified. How did Zayn manage to come so far into her life? And why did that ass not say a word to her when he had been annoying her for every small thing related to Salma?

"Child?"

"I'm coming," Sarah whispered, feeling a thin layer of sweat form on her upper lip under her veil.

She made her way downstairs, feeling confused and dazed. Mr. Rahman kept talking cheerfully, not having clue that his daughter could be living her worse nightmare right now, but was the blond boy she glimpsed really Zayn?

"I'm really grateful for all the help," Salma's father said. "With her mum gone and all, it really means a lot. May Allah bless you child."

Sarah nodded silently. The grim frown between her brow was a proof of the bundled mess in her head that she was trying to clear, by overcoming her shock. Once downstairs, she headed straight to the kitchen in search of the only person who could confirm the truth behind what her eyes saw.

Standing by the counter with a phone pressed to her ear and her fingers digging into her temples, she saw Salma's aunt.

"Anne! What in the world is going on?" Sarah demanded to know, "Why is Zayn –"