Adlea : The Untamed.

▪︎ Part Two ▪︎

AUTHOR'S POV:

( Life is Tough, So she's)

Adlea Hussain, the women of power, Grace, Confidence, Beauty as well as Poison for Criminals. Being a women and that too from a conservative society she endured it all. The taunts, Hatred, abuses, allegations but she didn't let it all break her but instead she used that as a charger for her soul to nourish and flourish. She's perfect example of Beauty with brain.

* Punch* * Punch* * Punch*

Adlea was busy punching the hell out of punching bag. Her Hijab was fully covered with sweat and drops were touching floor turning whole surrounding thrilled. Her punches were firm and hard that could Punch the hell out of an Iron man, Her half gloved hands were covered with injuries giving her hot and Scary look.

ADLEA'S POV:

" Life is like an iced Americano and I The Adlea Hussain add fire in it. Nothing ever surprise me as I always see it all coming. Coming from a conservative society was never easy, choosing a field completely different and taboo for women. Men choose religion to suppress us but aren't women used to fight in wars. Women are not suppressed by religion but that made them stronger. Islam encourages businesswomen. I choose what I wanted to and I never cared what one would say. My family is dear to me but they always tried to stop me but never tried to be my support system. I care for them but not what they think. As a women I would say [ DO WHAT YOUR HEART DESIRES ] "

AUTHOR'S POV:

Adlea was engrossed in thoughts while punching that bag hard, not caring a bit about anything as her motto is to seek justice. She hate injustice to the core, She have her own way of seeking things that are impossible. She knows how people burden a women with emotional trauma.

" Shh I think Mam nhi hain yahan pe, Haan utha lo apna hi samjho. Nahi nahi woh Mt chuo"

( Mam is not here, yes pick that up, no no don't touch that)

: Adlea heard whispers from her cabin while she was in her gym room. She definitely knew to whom that voice Belong to as she was done with all of them.

She entered into her cabin and the scenario shocked her. Haroon was sitting on her chair munching something he call chocolate while Amal is counting pens in her pen holder making her fume. Amal saw her and frozed while Haroon was still in his La La La Land munching chocolate and uttering nonsense.