"There's nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be..."
"This story is a gripping tale of desire , jealousy , and unforgettable characters as real as the emotions that bring them together"
This is a story about Khadija afrah and afaan...
It's better to be a lion for a day than a sheep all your life-Elizabeth Kenny
Bullz arrived shortly after I felt my emotions reaching a breaking point.
"Dude, what's up? You had me worried," he exclaimed as he entered.
I couldn't help but wish I could match his confidence and eyed him skeptically. "I wish I had your confidence, Bullz," I thought to myself.
He looked at me with concern. "Are you possessed? Why are you looking at me that way? And where's your wife? Did you murder her?"
"No, Mahmoud, I didn't murder her," I responded, hesitating to reveal the truth about my wife.
"In fact, I don't even..."
"You don't even what?" Bullz inquired, his suspicion growing.
I quickly changed the topic. "Do you remember Afrah? Zara's friend," I asked, hoping to shift the conversation.
Bullz furrowed his brow but then remembered.
"Yes, of course, I remember Afrah, the girl you had a crush on but couldn't approach. ," he replied, clearly annoyed by my evasive behavior.
I heaved a sigh of relief. "Well, do you know anything about her? You two used to be close, right?"
"Yes, man, she got married, I heard it from Zara but wait, dude, why are you asking about her? She's no longer single," Bullz informed me.
Thank goodness it wasn't her. I sighed in relief, trying to play it cool.
"Nothing much, Bullz I just wanted you to come over so, how's work?"
****Afrah's POV****
I cried myself to sleep and awoke to the sound of the Adhaan.
I blinked, struggling to believe it was morning already. "Seriously, Khadija, you slept the whole night. Well done," I muttered to myself. Shaking off the memories of the previous day, I tried to focus on the day ahead.
I completed my morning routine and chose a simple floral paradise jumpsuit to wear. Sitting in front of the mirror with a small towel on my head, I removed it and allowed my hair to fall to my back. I had long hair and I decided to make big box braids.
An hour later , after what felt like eternity, I was finally done. I looked at myself in the mirror, satisfied with the result, and gathered my hair back.
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