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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"Morning Mira!" Fatima greeted as she walked in the kitchen, kissing Mira's cheek. "How are you?"
"I'm okay, my dear." Mira replied, confused at the sudden change in Fatima. The last time she saw her, she definitely was not this person and she wasn't this bubble. But now she was all over the place like someone who just won a lottery.
"Breakfast is ready, my dear." Mira added.
"Oh! How I missed your food made with love."
"Thank you. How was everything while I was gone? I hope Zayn didn't cause any trouble."
"Everything's fine. In fact, Zayn and I are on good terms. We're good." She replied.
"Good huh? I'll believe that when I see it. I know Zayn, I pretty much raised him."
"Yeah. I guess he's not bad as I thought he'd be. He's still an asshole but he's cool."
"Cool?" Mira gave her a look.
"Yeah, I think he's nice and caring and funny and very clean..."
"Clean...?"
"Why you're looking at me like that?"
"Like what?" Mira asked amused.
"Okay, what did you make for breakfast?"
"The usual, your favorite."
"I love you."
"I know, you can't live without me."
"Of course." They both laughed.
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Zayn sat in his club office busy with the paperwork. He was tired and drained out, he had been working all day that day and he couldn't wait to get home and rest. He worked and worked until it was time to go home and that was like a relief for him. His phone rang and he answered it, it was his sister calling.
"Hey!"
"Hey weirdo! Are you home yet?" Fiona asked.
"About to leave the club. Why?"
"Great, I went out with Fatima and now I have to rush to campus, Fatima is still with me. Do you mind taking her home with you?"
"Um...where's her car?" He asked. He wanted to see Fatima but he acted like he didn't want to so that his sister wouldn't be suspicious or get the wrong idea. He acted cool.
"We were using my car."
"There's such things as cabs?"
"That wouldn't be safe and you know it." She protested.
"Fine. Where are you two?"
"Right here." She came in with Fatima. She was dressed in blue jeans and a black tank top, her hair tied in a messy bun with two strands of hair falling on the sides of her face, no make up, just natural look.
