23 year old, Fatima's life was well planned out when she finished her college studies in Stanford University. Coming back home in London, she'd planned to take a gap year and have time to figure out what she really wanted to do with her life. Everyt...
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I stirred in my sleep and eventually open my eyes, my vision blurred. I close my eyes for a few seconds then when I open I look around, hoping to find the familiar walls of my room. But disappointment washed through me when I saw a unfamiliar white ceiling and a new room. I hadn't gotten used to my new room yet.
'Oh yes! I'm married, I forgot about that fact. Why did I agree to this stupid contract. I miss my room, my house, my bed. I miss my parents, my brother.'
I kept telling myself that everytlday since I got there. I sucked in some air and sat up straight, stretching my arms. I got out of the bed and made it. Opened my windows to let it some fresh morning air and made my way to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and washed my face then came out. I wore my gym clothes, took my necessary stuff and headed downstairs. I met with Mira busy in the kitchen, making breakfast.
"Morning!" I said as I came in.
"Good morning, dear. How did you sleep?" She asked with a warm, genuine smile on her face.
"Good."
"Breakfast will be ready soon." She told me.
"You can keep mine, I'm going to the gym."
"Okay no problem, dear. You don't look okay."
"I'm fine. I'm just missing my family, that's all." I replied heading out.
"Why don't you just go back to them and leave my house?" Zayn remarked, coming in the kitchen shirtless. He looked good, hot even.
"Why don't you just mind your damn business?" I shot back, looking at his eyes.
"Mind how you talk to me, kitten."
"Stop calling me kitten, loser." I got out of there and made my way to the gym room.
He made me so mad, he was so full of himself as if the world revolved around him, like he was some kind of lord of the world. He was not going to order me around. If he thought I'd bow down to him, he had another thing coming. I wasn't going to do that. And even though I was terrified of him, I was not going show him that. I'd hold my head up high and not give him even a slight bit of the benefit of the doubt. He was going to have it hot with me.
The only reason I was terrified of him was because I had no idea what he was capable of. The way he looked at me, the way he talked to me. I was sure to pee on my pants but I had to be strong. Six months was a lifetime and to be able to put up with his shit and able to live with him with no drama. I was sure to be myself and I was not going to let him get to me. I had to do this for my father then after six months I'd be gone like I was never there in the first place. My father had done everything for me and this was a way for me to say thank you. I was not going to let him down, he trusted me to do this and I would do it. As for Zayn, I was going to handle him just fine.
'I can do this and I will.'
I told myself as I continued to cycle. I was sweating like hell but it was good for stress relieving and putting my mind at ease. I loved exercising, it helped so much. My phone rang and I picked it up.
