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❥𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 : 5

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As Aya was walking down the hallway, Qandeel suddenly stopped and called out,

"Aya, wait! I forgot my book. I need to go back and get it."

Aya nodded understandingly.

"Alright, you go ahead to the locker. I'll meet you in class."

Qandeel nodded back and quickly turned towards the lockers, while Aya continued on her way, knowing they'd catch up soon.

Aya Pov :

As I was walking through the hallway, out of nowhere, someone suddenly dumped a bucket of water on me. Startled, I spun around to see who had done it, and there he was-him, again. My heart sank.

What the hell?

I thought, my mind racing. Did he really just pour water on me?

I felt a surge of anger, but I kept my composure.

"Wallah,"

I whispered under my breath, trying to steady myself.

I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath to keep from crying, and silently made a supplication to Allah.

As I whispered a prayer and recited
Ayat ul-Kursi, a sense of calm washed over me.

When I opened my eyes, he was still standing there, watching me with that same infuriating smirk.

I refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing me break. I stood firm, not saying a word.

He stepped closer, his face inching near mine, and instinctively, I took a step back, trying to maintain a safe distance.

He leaned in, whispering something near my ear, and I flinched, his proximity making my skin crawl.

My legs began to feel numb and weak, trembling under the weight of the tension.

But I clenched my fists, refusing to let him see the fear he was trying to provoke.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally turned and walked away, leaving me standing there, drenched and shaken.

I looked down at my clothes-my abaya soaked and clinging to me. I tried to wipe away the water, but it was no use.

Defeated, I made my way to the washroom to dry off as best as I could, my mind still reeling from what had just happened.

While I was drying my abaya in the washroom, my mind kept replaying the earlier incident.

The water, the whisper, the way he made me feel so powerless for a moment-it all swirled in my thoughts like a storm I couldn't escape.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm the turbulent emotions inside me, and reminded myself that I was stronger than this, stronger than him.

Once my abaya was as dry as I could manage, I left the washroom and rejoined the day, determined not to let what happened ruin everything.