ℌ𝔢𝔩𝔩 𝔦𝔰 𝔢𝔪𝔭𝔱𝔶 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔩𝔰 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢.
𝒲.𝒮
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She gasped, suddenly waking up from her sleep. Her chest heaved and cold sweat beads traveled down her neck. It was such a horrid nightmare.
As she tried to calm her distraught self, she suddenly snapped to the window. The first rays of the sun slid in through the half open curtains.
Oh no.
She had missed fajr prayers.
For the first time in years she had missed fajr. Her heart clenched with uneasiness. She remembered setting an alarm but she must’ve set through it. All because of that damned nightmare.
Glancing at the bed on her side where her cousin laid fast asleep. It was always Layla who woke her up for prayers. And now she had missed it herself.
She felt terrible. A twisted feeling in her stomach. The upcoming day felt like a burden on her now.
“Its such a romantic weather.” Ruhi sighed dramatically as they sat by the window sill in the kitchen. Outside, the sun had hidden behind grey clouds as soft wind blew.
Layla scowled at the hidden sun. Did it rise just to mess her prayer?
“Mother, have you seen my umbrella? It’s probably going to rain today.” She spoke to her mother who was busy at the stove with her aunt.
“Don’t take an umbrella today.” Ruhi whispered to Layla.
Layla frowned at her. “Why?”
She rolled her eyes. Unlike Layla’s hazel eyes and black hair, Ruhi had chestnut eyes and brown hair. While Layla held innocence like a child’s, Ruhi held the mischief of one.
“You idiot. If you already have an umbrella then how is loverboy gonna get the chance to give you one and create a romantic montage in the rain?”
Layla turned red, looking around at her mother and aunt who luckily hadn't heard. Before flashing her eyes at her cousin as angrily as she could with those doe orbs. “Stop. They'll hear!”
Ruhi was like a best friend and sister to her. She was also the only one aware of her naïve, forbidden love. Ruhi was fascinated by the concept of love and was the one who had encouraged Layla, making her live the life she never could.
“What? You should watch more movies. Rain is so important for plot development." She teased again.
And Layla clamped a hand over her mouth. “Quiet, will you!”
“What are you girls on about?” Ruhi's mother Nadia side eyed them.
“Nothing, aunt, nothing!” Layla paled. Ruhi laughed, God she was such a bad liar.
“I was saying that if this time those men outside finish all the omelette I swear to God I’m going to…” she cursed, peaking out the kitchen as the men of the family had breakfast. The women would eat after they had eaten. “Look at that pig!” She gestured at her elder brother. “It’s his third piece!”
“Language Ruhi! Don’t be rude. What if your father hears.” Her mother scolded her.
“You know what’s rude? That we have to cook the food and then wait for their highnesses to finish before having any. Hear me Layla, if I don’t screw this patriarchy, I’m going to change my name!” she raised her chin defiantly.
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Romance"She was his mirage, a dream he could only chase. He was her living hell, a nightmare she could not escape." Layla Mustafa is the only girl in her family allowed to go to university. Belonging to a strict patriarchal background, Layla, the shy and s...
