A fascinating tale of a girl who falls recklessly in love and marries her reckless lover. In this story, we see how she tries to balance marriage life, profession, society, fame, heartbreak, depression, and the ordeals she faces as a young doctor ma...
Khalil and the security agents had gone to pick Afrah at the airport. He waited anxiously to see her. After about fifteen minutes she arrived, along with the other team of doctors. He walked straight to her and presented her with a bouquet.
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Love shone brightly in her eyes as she enveloped him in a bone-crushing hug, she could have jumped on him but she couldn't because of her condition. She collected the bouquet and inhaled all its nice fragrance. "I love it Khal, it is beautiful, thank you." Khalil greeted the rest doctors that Afrah introduced him to, as the agents dragged her items of luggage and took them to the car. Khalil held her jacket in his arms, his other free arm, Afrah's arm was slipped in it. "How are you, my love?" "How do you think I've been, for ten days I didn't fall asleep in your arms." A profound smile spread on his lip, they shared a knowing look and smiled. The car was opened and they got in.
"So tell me, Khalil, how about you?" Afrah asked s searching his gaze, he knew what she meant, and he averted his gaze from hers. That look gave it away. "Did you drink Khalil while I was away?" she asked smoothly. It took a while for Khalil to reply, he had to come clean, cause she would definitely find out one way or another, so why deny and make things worse.
"Yes, I did I am sorry." A feeling of dread seeped through Afrah, she heaved an exhausted sigh. "How many times Khalil?" "It was just once I promise." "Once? Afrah said unbelievingly. "Only once Afrah, swears!" She didn't like the tone he used, as if drinking only once was what mattered when he never should have drunk in the first place. "I trusted you on this Khalil." "I am sorry Afrah, it was hard." "I know but." Khalil cut her off. "I don't think now is the right time for this, we are about to meet your parents can we talk about this when we get home?" "Seriously Khalil, do you know how I am going to face my parents, do you know all these while why I have refused to see my parents, was all because of you, I don't know what to say to them or even look at them in the because of my husband's is always on the headline on the news, it hurts me to see how humiliated they feel." "You shouldn't be bothered, I am the one who is supposed to be bothered." "Oh yeah, right, I am not supposed to be bothered apparently since you are a stranger."
Afrah's voice was heavy with irony, as she stepped out of the car. She had to flare up, if she was always showing emotions and supporting him every time he drank, he would never learn his lesson. The first person she saw was Ahmad. "Oh my God uncle Aj," Afrah said surprised. "When did you come back?" She was so happy to see him. "One week ago," Aj replied, he scrutinized her appearance and saw her slightly prominent bump. "Shut up," He opened his mouth in wonder... Laaa young ta halbu. youngb got pregnant." Aj said jokingly. Afrah punched his arm playfully. "Ha'an now uncle Aj, stop it you are making me shy," "I know right, sorry, how was your trip?"
"Terrific! uncle Aj, I will tell you all about it." Where are mom and dad?" "They are upstairs you have no idea how proud of you they are." Afrah brushed invisible dust off her shoulders and went to meet her parents. They were so happy to see their daughter... "Our favourite child." "Stop playing mom, you say that to all of my siblings." "But you are my millionaire daughter, I have a million reasons to be proud of you."
