Till Death Do Us Apart

[1] 𝑫𝑼𝑳𝑯𝑨 𝑴𝑰𝑳 𝑮𝑨𝒀𝑨

[1] DULHA MIL GAYA

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❝The purest form of love, I think, is having someone who wants to learn about you, from you and with you❞—Izmana

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WHEN ZAHRA FINALLY CAME TO, She was mortified.

Absolutely, terribly, horribly mortified; so she did what any self-respecting female would do in her situation, she called her friend.

“Wait, wait,” Hauwa said with a snort, “You were eavesdropping on their conversation, a cockroach startled you then  you wrapped yourself in your curtains and fell in front of the dude, and the curtain rod fell on you?” She asked, trying but failing to keep her laughter in.

“Do you have to keep saying it?” Zahra asked with a groan, “I'm already so embarrassed and you're making it worse.” Hauwa only laughed harder, at this point, she was getting on Zahra's nerves. “Stop laughing!” Zahra chided.

“Sorry, sorry.” Hauwa said, swallowing the rest of her laughter. “It's not what happened to you that's making me laugh—although it's hella funny—but it's the fact that it happened to you and not me that's cracking me up. We both know weird shit like this happens to me on a regular basis and you're the most normal person I know.”

Zahra sighed. “Hauwa, focus.”

“Right. Sorry.”

“Good girl.” Zahra said, taking a deep breath. “What am I going to do now‽”

“You’re going to meet him, obviously.”

Zahra fell back onto her bed with a groan. “I caaaan't.”

“Yes you caaaan!” She paused, “Plus, it's your only option.”

“It's not my only option, I can stay in my room and never come out.”

Hauwa snorted.

“I can stay in my room and come out when he leaves.” Zahra amended.

Hauwa snorted again.

“From what you told me, this guy seems crazy about you and too good to be true so my guess is that he's not going to leave until he finds out that you're okay.” Hauwa said like the know-it-all she was.

Zahra scowled. “He can find out I'm okay without meeting me.”

Hauwa took a deep breath. “Listen here, Zahra. The way I see it, you can go meet this guy now and kill two birds with one stone, or you can find an excuse to not meet him today, but best believe that he'll be back tomorrow.”

“Damn it.” Zahra hit her pillow. “You're right.”

“Of course, I'm right.” Hauwa said and without seeing her, Zahra knew she was raising an eyebrow at her—even though her eyebrow raise would never be as good as Zahra's—while pursing her lips. “So what's it going to be? Evade and meet him tomorrow or get it over with now?”

Zahra bit her lip, deep in thought. The easiest way out was for her to meet him today.

Ugh.

“I’ll meet him today.” Zahra said with a resigned sigh.

Hauwa snickered. “I would give half of my left kidney to see you out there with him. You're going to be all shy,” She gasped before bursting into a fit of cackles, “And he'll be all heart eyes and thinking, what a shy, modest girl.” She gasped, again, her cackles turning into a fit of her usual crazy laughter, “But he won't know the kind of crazy person you are!” She laughed nonstop for a minute, Zahra rolled her eyes, a reluctant smile on her face. The thing about Hauwa's laughter—her witch laugh as she called it—was that it elicited two reactions: you'd either stare at her in a mixture of shock and horror and try to get the hell away from her, or you laugh along with her.