My Salvation (CURRENTLY EDITING)

Chapter 17

Note : Please read the authors' note at the end of the chapter.

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Nawal's pov

I woke up to adhaan playing on my phone, indicating Fajr time. Again!! Again, I need to go and wake up sleepy head. But one thing is sure that i'll get late for my prayers if I go to wake her up now, so i decided to do wudhu and then wake her up.

Surprisingly, it wasn't too difficult today to wake her up, guess she is coming back on track, glad for that. I waited in her room for her to come out from the washroom so that we both can pray together...idea was hers not mine.

I feel something is not right with her. Seems like she is wanting to say something or do so but she is staying quite. I need to know what is cooking in that tiny head of hers. Well, apparently she is in the kitchen preparing breakfast for us. NO...I didn't say her to prepare, she herself expressed her desire to me. Now if a very good chef says to a not so happening cook that she is going to prepare food would you stop her from doing so...?!

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I am back in my room to get ready for office. I don't feel like going back to work, i just want to stay home and enjoy my life here but enjoynment won't knock on our doors till we don't work hard, so yeah i have to say hi to my work again.

Having a quick shower, i exit the washroom. I dried my long hair...long in the sense it reaches till my hips. I chose to wear a black maxi along with a white coat and a grey hijab, well a tiny secret...from all of my hijab collection, i love the grey and maroon ones alot, so i give my special attention to them while i wear it.

It did not take me much time in getting ready. Before exiting the room, i took a quick glance near my perfume collection and selected my all time favorite 'ahlam al arab' perfume, i sprayed it and kept it back carefully and rushed to grab my all important files, if i forget them, i have no freaking idea what Mr Arrogant will do to me.

I've still not forgotten what he did to me the last time i was in the office. Its quite a sad feeling, when the person you adore thinks such stuffs about you. Well i feel i have gone crazy, even after knowing his cold behaviour, i always end up being soft towards him. He did compensate giving me a week off but still words hurt alot. I was not soo weak when i was back there in that prison, i don't know what i have done to myself. Remembering past just brings back the bitter memories and not soo happening things, which in the end just hurts at such points which you may feel it never existed.

I had not realised it till Aziza hugged me and asked the reason why i was crying. YES crying...i don't know why the hell was i crying but i just don't know how they landed on my cheeks. This is not the Nawal i made, i am not soo weak. I can't be this Nawal. I am way stronger than this. I need to get a grip on myself before it becomes too late.

"Aziza baby, what are you doing here?" I asked her wiping of the salty water from my face. "I wanted a pen and a paper from you, so came here for that. Why were you crying?" She asked the question which i was not going to answer her at all. "No, i was n-not crying , w-who says i was. It was just sweat. Yeah sweat, cause you know how hot it is, in here. So its just sweat and no tears. And wait ill get you paper. Next time take it from here." I told her giving her the paper and pen from my writing table along with my best fake smile. I took a last and the final glance at myself in the mirror and left the room not before picking all the essentials.