Rebellious Spouse

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Amirah
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Evere since the day I decided, Faizan would be mine, my little mission started. But when Zayn mentioned Faizan was way out of reach, he wasn't bluffing.

I started by following Faizan for weeks, like some kind of creepy stalker. I dragged Zayn with me most of the time, both of us dressed in all black outfits, masks, bucket hats, and sunglasses. It was like we were some kind of undercover agents, except instead of blending in, we looked more like rejected actors from a low-budget spy movie.

Zayn wasn't exactly thrilled, but I convinced him that it was all part of the master plan.
"Just imagine, we are like spies on a mission", I said, as we clumsily tumbled behind Faizan through the crowded streets. "Yeah, right", he scoffed.

One time, due to the enthusiasm of staying unnoticed, we decided to practice our 'stealth moves'. Zayn, may Allah bless him, tried to roll across the pavement like a ninja but ended up somersaulting straight into a fruit stand.

Apples and oranges went flying everywhere, and the vendor looked at us like we were some escapees from a circus. I offered an awkward smile and tossed some cash at the poor man, grabbed Zayn by the collar and we bolted like vampires.

Another day, we were doing our usual stalking, when Faizan suddenly stopped to check his phone. In panic, we threw ourselves behind the nearest cover, which happened to be an old lady pushing a shopping cart.

Unfortunately, Zayn's bucket hat got caught on the cart handle, and he was dragged along, desperately trying to keep up with the old lady's surprisingly fast pace.
"Help me", Zayn whispered frantically, as I tried not to burst out laughing while yanking him free.

But the turning point was when Faizan took an unexpected turn down a narrow alley, once. With nowhere to hide, Zayn and I spotted a dumpster and, without thinking, jumped right in.

The smell hit us like a ton of bricks, but we didn't dare move, even when Faizan paused right beside the dumpster to tie his shoelace. We held our breath, praying he wouldn't notice the two idiots hiding in the trash. When he finally walked away, we scrambled out, gagging and cursing.

Let's just say I finished two full bottles of body wash and shampoo that night.

One day, we were almost caught, and with nowhere to hide, I panicked and dragged Zayn into a nearby costume shop. The first thing I grabbed was a giant panda suit, and Zayn ended up in a bright pink bunny outfit.

We tried to blend in by pretending to browse the racks of the kids shop Faizan was in, but we ended up knocking over an entire display of inflatable flamingos. Faizan walked right past us, but not before giving the 'panda' and 'bunny' a very confused weird look. Well, we were lucky to get out of there without buying the whole store.

During my… let's call it 'observation'... I discovered that Faizan lived with a ridiculously handsome man, and disgustingly beautiful woman. And then there was also an adorable little baby, who I assumed was their daughter. I wasn't sure what their relationship was, though.

The first time I saw the woman, a petite frame with a doll like face, open the door, smiled sweetly and patted 'my' Faizan's head, I was so ready to commit murder. But then I saw the guy with cute smile and handsome look, the next day.

After stalking them for a while, I overheard them calling each other with nicknames, which assured me that Faizan was still single. Well, even if he wasn't, it was not like I wouldn't snatch him away from any third party.

I also discovered that Faizan visits a cosy café every day after university. So, Zayn and I would sit in a corner, hiding behind upside-down menu books, in total  subtle way.