𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝑪𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒔

CHAPTER 25

"Swiftly we watch moments become distant memories... Faintly we remember the people we used to be... Painfully we witness something so big and bold crumble into bits of nothing... We listen attentively to hear something, anything about it but all that is there is a lonely agonizing silence that slices through the soul when no one is whatching but through it all we smile and utter our favorite lie that has now become a norm 'I'm fine'. "

Nathi
The aftermath... that's what I will call this moment, the troll this has taken on me and my wife, mentally, physically and emotionally is just out of this world.  With all that has been going, I am truly blessed to have Azade by my side because honestly speaking I don't think I would have survived without her.  I am looking at her now and I can't help but question myself how did I get so lucky because honestly speaking I do not deserve her, with all that I've put her through she has stuck by me and not once did she give up on me and on us....

Azade
Life is all trials and tribulations but nothing can ever come close to the feeling and essence of motherhood, I mean how can you look at a stranger well strangers in my case and just fall immensely in love with them, you look at them and you feel like they deserve everything good that's under the sun, you look at them and just want to protect them from any thing and when I say anything I mean it... But motherhood is not all love and roses, I mean as a new mom you get days where you are just tired, sometimes it feels like you are not doing enough or you are doing something wrong, its a roller-coaster of emotions but I wouldn't have any other way.

While in Joburg...
In an old doggie warehouse sat a bruised Vela in a filthy sponge with her ankle chained to the wall, the place had minimum lighting, it smelt and felt like death... A series of emotions were playing within Vela as she continued to pray to Allah to send a savior her way... She couldn't help but miss her beautiful baby boy and her husband... She felt like this was all karma and everytime Mkhize came and beat her black and blue asking about the whereabouts of Azade she'd cry and beg for forgiveness and for her freedom...Mkhize was enjoying breaking Vela, he enjoyed seeing her weep and beg for his mercy bhut what bewildered him was to why is a former Jozi slay queen all of sudden wearing a hijab and hiding everything... But what he did not expect was for angry Arabians to break into this place where he kept Vela and shooting everything except for him and Vela but was more shocking was when a black bag was placed in his head and he was injected with something before he could really make sense of what was going on...

Hey loves, I know I've not been updating, well a lot has been going on lately and maybe when we finally reach the end of this book I'll write something to tell you all about it but for now I want to thank each and every one of you who keep liking and adding Perfect curves to your reading lists, your support is really appreciated ❤️