FATIMA'S POV:
"So can you help me with this?" I asked.
"I don't know... This might backfire really bad," Zulekha Aunty said.
"Trust me, it will not," I reassured her.
"You know it very clear that I cannot say no to you." She gave me a defeated look.
I placed my arms around her.
"That is why I love you so much," I said rubbing my cheeks against hers.
"I love you too, now get off, I need to leave." She said patting on my arms.
I kissed her cheek and waved her bye.
Time to put my plan into action. I thought after closing the door behind her.
I reached my room and picked up my phone from my bed.
I need to talk to you.
I typed and sent the text.
Is it urgent? Is everything fine at home?
How is Dad?
Came the reply. What to say now? I thought.
No, it's not. I just wanted to hang out. Everything
is fine.
It's just that I have been in the house for a few days so
I wanted to just go out. I intended to ask if you wanted to
join me or not but you're probably busy. Sorry to disturb
you.
I clicked on the send as a smile played on my lips.
I will pick you at 02 00 PM sharp.
Be ready by then.
I my smile got wider. You don't know what is coming at you, Mr. Ahmed Ali Rizvi.
Okay.
I pressed on send and threw the phone on the mattress.
Straighten your back, Fatima, there is a lot to do today. I thought to myself before running downstairs.
I came back up at twelve in the noon and rushed to the bathroom to clean myself up. I peeled off the sweat-drenched clothes from my body and ran a hot bath.
I wrapped my bathrobe around me when I stepped out of the shower and checked the time on my phone. 12 30! I screamed mentally before rushing to the closet to pick out a dress for today.
I quickly picked out my knee-length red ajrak pleated frock paired with my black jeans. I placed them on the bed and quickly pulled out a blow dryer from the drawer.
After drying my hair I changed into my clothes and stood in front of the vanity to make my face presentable. My bruises were still there.
There was a dark spot on my lips, where they had busted, my forehead was still a bit green if you look closely and there were still a few small scars on the side of my face. For a moment I felt bad about myself, but after cursing that bastard a few times, I felt a lot better.
God bless whoever invented or discovered concealer. I thought pulling mine out of my make up bag. After doing myself minimum makeup, I went hijab hunting. I had decided to wear a black hijab that day.
I pulled out my red pumps from my closet and placed them near the door so that I could just slip into them and out of my room.
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MILK & WINE
Romantik"I. Want. You." These words kept playing in my head like a broken record. What does that mean? His eyes looked so devious when he said that. A shiver ran down my spine remembering how cold his eyes were. I washed away my face pack and proceeded to s...
