Illicit Affairs ~A ZaiRa FF~

1. A Deal With the Devil

The Society Whisperer- Personal Blog Section

August 7th, 2023.

Good morning, lovelies! Hope y'all are having a wonderful and productive day! The weather is warm and sunny. The storm plaguing our city has finally abated!

However, the same can't be said of the controversies in Mubashira Jaffar's life, that never fail to subside. Mubashira Jaffar aka M.J, once the queen bee of Karachi's elite, has surely had a tough time in the past year. With a scandalous divorce, and the recent demise of her Daddy Dearest- what a fall from grace it's been for her!

And just when we thought things couldn't get worse, it appears that we stand corrected. Rumour has it- this just in, Papa Jaffar was quite the high roller when it came to derby racing and seems to have gambled away nearly his entire fortune, leaving his darling daughter all but penniless.

Looks like this queen has lost her kingdom! Now the only question is, will she find a knight in shining armor to protect herself? Or will she live as a peasant?

Follow this space for more updates!

- Gupshup Rani

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Mubashira Jaffar looked at the dour set of pills in her palm and sighed in annoyance. Despite the fact that she'd been taking them for nearly a year or so, she still hated the bitter after taste that invaded her mouth once she swallowed them in a single gulp. To top it all off, she'd left her personalized water bottle at home because no matter how hard she tried, the item was far too large to stuff into her petite Bottega shoulder bag. And losing the Bottega bag was definitely out of the question, for it was the purse that complemented her pantsuit most effectively. Thus, she'd decided to sacrifice the water bottle in the name of tasteful fashion, but now wondered if she'd indeed made the right choice.

Whenever Mubashira stepped out, she was always dressed to the nines with not even a strand of hair out of place. She'd never be caught dead, or in this case, be photographed by the press, whilst carrying a mismatched purse. She knew that if this ever happened, the fashion critics she'd earned the favour of over years, would hack her apart over this minuscule faux pas, just like a butcher slashing dutifully through meat. And she refused to give the press another reason to invite censure upon herself, especially with all the efforts they'd made to slander her in the past year.

Come on, MJ. Just one large gulp. You can do it.

She toughened her will and squeezed her eyelids shut before taking a deep breath, and shoved both the pills in her mouth in one go. She experienced a subtle gag reflex as the bitterness of the drug grazed her taste buds, but remained stubborn enough to flex her sphincter in order to guide the tablets down her food pipe.

She realised that fate had made her swallow so many figurative bitter pills in the past year, that literal ones seemed more or less harmless in comparison. The first thirty-two years of her life had been nothing short of a dream. She'd had a lavish lifestyle afforded to her by her wealthy industrialist father, with nearly every wish and demand of hers fulfilled, whether reasonable or unreasonable. Every time she'd been adamant about buying a fancy toy as a child, her father had always humoured her whims instead of teaching her a lesson about obedience. Consequently, Mubashira continued to exhibit such behavior well into adulthood and had grown up to be a proud and recalcitrant individual, who refused to compromise in any shape or form.