𝐂𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐲 𝐕𝐨𝐰𝐬

Chapter 1

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Aamirah

God, that stench.
Too-crisp eggs sizzled in a pan as I held my arm to my nose. The popping sound of fatty meat was loud enough to carry out one's heartbeat, it was cleared that it is burned. 

On a regular basis I love cooking but cooking meat is entirely different task for me and my mother is molding me into a perfect women.

Although she is very dear to me and my love for her can't be described by mere words but sometimes it is very difficult to match her expectations.

So here, I am standing in my kitchen and creating my very own non veg dishes. Whatever I will cook my father would always eat that without a question. Since childhood me and my father are team partner, he used to protect me from mothers lectures and beatings and I used to do the same.

"Ini" (Ee-ni) I called out for my younger sister, the nickname short for Inaya, "Did you check on Mama, like I asked?"

"Hell, no!" She cursed and went out to check on our mother as I shook my head on her words. She is cursing a lot more nowadays probably because of her friend circle and effect of social media.

It is almost eight p.m and today I asked my mother that I would make the dinner but currently I am regretting my decision. Baba (father) always prefer a  meat dish in dinner. Although he never complains and ate everything without a question but mama loves to make him happy with his favourite dishes.

I always admire my parents as a ideal couple. We are not extremely rich but we are happy with whatever we have and always thank the God for every meal.

I went out of the kitchen after lowering the flame as someone knocked the door. Another hard thud jerked my muscles, and the audacity of whatever was behind that obnoxious racket heated my blood. I tromped toward the door and, through the peephole, spied a man I didn’t recognize.

Deep-set, beady eyes, a scar at his left eye, and an oddly crooked nose,
like he’d been in one too many fights, made him look like a walking
mugshot. One thing I’d learned from living in a city that you didn’t answer the door to strangers while being alone in the house. Particularly ones who looked like criminals.

He pounded against the door again, and I ground my teeth with annoyance.

“Yeah?” I called through the barrier.

“What do you want?”

At first, he didn’t answer, and I watched him look around toward the
hallway. Something about him–those dark eyes I’d only caught a glimpse of
and the smirk of his lips–sent a crawling chill beneath my skin.

He left after eyeing, another jerk. This has been happening since two days after I rejected a guy in my college. Why can't some men handle the rejection like a human?

Is it necessary to chase to after her even after she said no?

'Daniyal' the guy I rejected, he is famous in my college for his bad boy type reputation more like gangsta of my batch, just because his father has some good money he thinks he can have whatever he desires.

I saw mama and Inaya walking towards our home. They're hiding something from me for sure the way they both are whispering each other.