Nigeria,Abuja.
Abdullah's Resident
The darkness of the night gradually surrendered, like a tender lover withdrawing their embrace, as the first streaks of dawn brushed the horizon with delicate fingers. The stars, shimmering jewels scattered across the obsidian sky, began to wane, their brilliance retreating as the soft glow of morning seeped into the earth.
The heavens unfurled a stunning transformation, hues shifting from deep, tranquil blues and purples to the tender blush of pinks and the rosy softness of dawn's palette. The crescent moon lingered low, a faint silver whisper against the canvas of light, its serene glow gently illuminating the tranquil landscape below.
As the night's shadows retreated, an ethereal luminescence washed over the world, like the warm touch of a summer breeze stirring life into the quiet earth. The terrain came alive under the tender light, its contours and textures unveiled by the promise of a new day—a fresh start, ripe with hope and endless possibilities.
The stars faded completely, their light extinguished like embers cooling in the ashes, as the sun emerged in the distance. Its rays extended outward, golden and warm, like loving arms wrapping around the world. The veil of mystery and stillness woven by the night gave way to the vibrant energy of the morning, a jubilant herald of the day's new beginnings.
Roohina emerged from the bathroom, her black robe swishing softly around her as she walked with quiet determination. Her gaze fell on the vanity table, her reflection staring back at her as she settled into her morning routine. With practiced grace, she smoothed lotion across her skin, the faint sheen enhancing her natural radiance. She lined her deep blue eyes with kohl, their intensity accentuated by the precise strokes. Her pink lips gleamed with a light gloss, subtle yet alluring.
Draped in a flowing white flare gown and a pastel pink hijab, she completed her look with an unexpected choice: pink Crocs, a playful touch to her otherwise elegant ensemble. Satisfied with her appearance, she spritzed herself with a generous dose of her Christian Dior perfume, the floral and musky notes settling around her like an invisible aura of sophistication.
Roohina Abdullah Muhammad. The world knew her as the accomplished second daughter of Mr. Abdullah Muhammad, but behind the veil of societal identity lay an untold story—a secret only time would reveal.
Her eyes flitted to her sisters, still asleep in the room they shared, before a glance at the clock startled her. 7:29 AM. She was perilously close to being late for her shift at Rowel International Hospital, a prestigious medical institution where she worked as a gynecologist.
Just as she turned to leave, a mischievous glint lit her eyes. An impish idea struck her, and with a grin tugging at her lips, she pivoted toward the bathroom. Moments later, she returned with a cup of icy cold water and approached her elder sister's bed.
Without a moment's hesitation, she splashed the water onto Rubina's face, jolting her awake.
"What the hell was that for?" Rubina sputtered, grabbing a towel from the side of her bed to dry herself.
"What?" Roohina replied with feigned innocence, shrugging her shoulders. "I just wanted to wake you up. It's already 7:30."
"By splashing water on me? Seriously?" Rubina demanded as she headed toward the wardrobe, her irritation clear.
"Why bother the alarm clock when I was already up?" Roohina teased, her tone playful as she rolled her eyes dramatically.
"Majnoon. Crazy," Rubina muttered under her breath, pulling out an outfit.
"Back to sender and never return!" Roohina quipped, sticking out her tongue childishly.
"Roohi, what are you? Seven?"
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Romancecopyright © 2023 mairarajh. " YOU BELONG TO ME, YOU HAVE BELONGED TO ME , YOU WILL ALWAYS BELONG TO ME " he whispered in her ear, his voice low and commanding, sending a shiver down her spine Goosebumps erupted across her skin at the raw intensi...
