Adj~ mysterious and entrancing
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His breath got stuck in his throat as he held the pen above the paper, his eyes searching the room in hopes of having at least a glance of her face.
"Answer the maulvi" his father spoke.
"Son" his mot...
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Her eyes opened and a groan pierced past her lips. Her head ached and her arm burned, the skin stung under the fabric of the shirt she wearing.
Clenching her eyes shut she sat up, her limbs aching and head spinning.
"What?" She breathed placing a hand on the bed to steady herself. Finally being able to look around she took in the grey walls, high ceiling. The huge room resembled hers in size but was so much different than hers.
Her heart started racing as she frantically looked around and then down at herself. A black t-shirt hung loose on her frame, the fabric grazing her skin alerting her of her state. Her jeans stayed intact around her legs and feet bare of her boots.
Gulping down she tried to remember how she ended up here and in a shirt that smelled so much like him. Running a hand over her front she froze. Her eyes falling on the corset that laid on the floor near the bed, her breath quickened as remembered why she might've worn that, the party, the drinks everything came rushing back down to her but the end was hazy.
"I see you're awake"
A shriek left her lips at the sudden sound of life in the room. She looked towards the door to see Zahan standing there with a tray in his hands.
"What's going on?" She questioned but he didn't reply instead he set the tray on the bedside table and was ready to leave.
"Zahan" she called holding his wrist.
"I'm getting late for work. Khuda Hafiz" he said coldly and left the room.
Confused she sat back down on the bed. Looking around she didn't find anything that could be of her help. Finding her phone placed on the table she hurriedly picked it up.
"Had... Hadiya" she croaked once the call was answered.
"You're awake" Hadiya said over the line and Zoya felt a lump forming at the back of her throat.
"Do you know what's happened?" Her voice cracked and her head hung low.
"Zoya" Hadiya sighed rubbing her forehead.
"Okay.." Hadiya started hearing her hiccup on the other end "stop crying first" Hadiya said sternly.
"Kuch khaya hai tumne?" Hadiya asked first thing. (Have you eaten something?)
