*PART TWO OF 'A True Indian Cinderella'*
Meeya continues her struggle as a neglected child. Hoping one day to find her true love! Farim struggles hard to battle loneliness and suffers bad things.
WILL THEY GET BACK TOGETHER OR WOULD THEY CONTINUE T...
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"What'd you say" was exactly what she bellowed. She turned ON the light. Glancing through the room with her laser sharp eyes without missing any nook or cranny.
I acted blur. Played it cool. As if nothing was going on. Continued making my bed to sleep. But my body was suggesting otherwise. My heart was pounding so hard it could pop out anytime. My hands started to sweat. Secretly wiping it on the pillow case, I took a big gulp of my saliva. Somebody help me...
Just as I was to faint, Fatima Aunty started coughing uncontrollably and demanded "Meeya can't you hear me? I'm calling you. I need some water please my throat is dry!". Her voice sounded like a man. And why the change of attitude? She was fine before. Oh... my gaad. she is a genius. A literal mastermind.
"Oh I didn't hear maami. Are you okay?" I followed through the act with expressions of sincere concern. Oscar you are missing out on two incredible actors.
"Water ehem?" although her words were limited, her eyes spoke a whole story. "Meeya go down, take the phone, pretend to bring me water, talk to him, escape from this situation, I'm trying to help you out here" yea her eyes were literally talking to me.
"Okay Maami, I'll go straighaway!" I just walked past my mother, literally squeezing myself between her and the door while avoiding eye contact, praying Farim shouldn't utter another word.
Success! I closed the door. Eavesdropped for a sec against the door just to make sure Fatima Aunty was engaging my mom. Yep she was. I tell you'll she is brilliantttt.
Not wasting anymore time, I flew over the stairs. Trust me when I say I flew means I flew.
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Stopped... caught three breaths...thought of an idea and off I ran to the storeroom and closed the door shut.
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"Haaa haa Helloo" grasping for breathe I took out the phone and checked if he was still online.
"Meeya?" I couldn't stop pinching myself... he was uttering my name. It was as though the angles were calling out for me. This is it. This is it.
"Farim... I miss you :( I'm scared. I can't live through anymore. I can't stand the torture. Please come and bring me from here. I'm dying" I waited so long to speak to him and what am I doing! Crying... wailing... yea that's what I do best. How embarrassing.
"Meeya darling... hang in there. I am coming soon! Take note of my number. +91**********. I don't have much time left as I need to head back to my hostel here. My love... just remember I am there with you. I miss you so dearly" his soft yet husky voice brought me inner peace. "Talk to Fatima Aunty. She loves you dearly as I talk to her about you every single day. She told me you have grown to be a beautiful young lady. I can't wait to meet you. In Shaa Allah. To make me my wife." pinky hot flush started creeping through the surface of my cheeks.
Just taking in everything... I remained there silently... I can't be here for long. My mom will grow suspicious.
"Meeya? Are you there ma? Pondatiiye... unnekage varuvaindi" he spoke and my heart just sank hearing those words. Did he just reassured by addressing me me as his wife?
"Farim, I love you:("
"Love you too, my pondatti:)"
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