Burn the truth (ENG)

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I snatched my phone from the bedside table angrily and held it to my ear and muttered, "Hello?"

"Zara, you dirty rat-"

I pulled the phone from my ear and narrowed my eyes to the contact's name.

"Samira," I muttered in a sleepy tone and pressed the screen to my ear again. "Why are you calling me at freaking five in the morning?"

"Because you didn't bother to call us, you moron!"

I glanced at Imran, who was sleeping on his side of the bed, his stomach against the mattress and his arms under the pillow. A position in which he slept more often.

"I called you yesterday afternoon," I muttered dryly into the phone and sat up. I put a hand to my mouth and let out a yawn of fatigue.

"Shut up and tell me what you did yesterday!" my sister-in-law exclaimed into the phone.

I closed my eyes and slumped back under the comfy covers.

"Zara?" I heard a rumble in the background. "Did you hang up now?" The corners of my mouth curled up. "Idiot, you're still on the line."

"You told me to shut up," I muttered into the pillow.

Bet she was rolling her eyes.

"Well?" Curiosity was out of her tone.

I let out a sigh. "We went for a swim in the hotel. We went shopping here and there and then returned to the hotel."

"Oh." Her tone was playful.

I glanced over Imran's sleeping figure. "Samira, leave me alone and go to sleep."

"Oh, c'mon," Samira sputtered. "Don't be so ashamed."

I growled softly. "Samira."

"I expect a little Zara in two months."

Little Zara.

I froze abruptly. A chill ran through me at the thought of a baby.

A baby.

My baby.

My fingers ran over my flat stomach and a lump formed in my throat.

"Zara? Zara." Samira's voice took me out of my thoughts and I quickly recovered.

I swallowed the morsel and muttered, "Y-yes?"

"Don't you want a child, Zara?"

"What did you do yesterday?" I asked Samira instead.  Obviously avoiding the subject.

"Zar-" Vomit sounds suddenly echoed through the phone and I sat up straight away.

"Samira, are you okay?" I threw the blanket aside. "Samira?"

I reached for Imran's phone to call Faid, but my hand was held in mid-air and I was captured by two pairs of muscular arms.

"Imran," I muttered softly and tried to push his arms away.

He tightened his grip on my waist and he leaned his head into the space between my neck and shoulder. "Just a little while..."

My eyes softened at the sight of his innocent figure. I couldn't help running my fingers through his soft hair. He let out a sigh, and the breath on my neck sent tingles across my skin.

"Zara?"

My fingers froze in Imran's hair. ''Yes.''

I heard her sigh with relief. "I thought you hung up." There was a minute or two of silence. "I haven't been feeling well lately," Samira muttered truthfully and I heard her turn on the tap.