FOREVER WITH YOU

Chapter 13: Her Beauty Had Matured

After two years...

Tasleem and Amira graduated from high school. Now they navigate private university as freshmen.

Tasleem emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a plush bathrobe, its soft fabric clinging to her curves. The warm lightning danced across her face, highlighting her refined features.

Her dark hair cascaded down her back, Droplets of water sparkled on her skin, like tiny diamonds.

As she walked, the bathrobe's sash swayed, revealing glimpses of her toned legs. Her feet, adorned with delicate ankle bracelets, moved with fluid grace. Her pure white skin glowed.

Two years had transformed Tasleem. Her beauty had matured, like a fine wine. Her eyes, once bright, now shone with depth. Her smile, once shy, now radiated confidence.

She approached the dresser, blow-drying her dark hair as it cascaded down her back. The warm air dances through her locks, her fingers running through her hair. Her gaze drifted to Amira, peacefully sleeping on the bed.

As she blow-dried her hair, Tasleem's gaze met her reflection. Her eyes sparkled, acknowledging the woman staring back.

With each stroke of the blow dryer, her hair transformed - from damp waves to sleek, silky strands. The dark tresses framed her beauty.

Her beauty is captivating, and her curves make her a vision to behold, no doubt.

Finishing her hair, she combed it and packed it into a neat bun. She applied a lightweight lotion with a subtle scent filling the air.

She approached Amira, her fingers grazed her shoulder, patting her. "Wake up, wake up, sleepyhead!"

Amira murmured incoherent protests, snuggling deeper into the blanket.

Tasleem chuckled, increasing the patting's intensity. "Wake up, we'll be late.. it's professor Omar's class."

Amira groggily opened one eye, then the other. "Five more minutes..."

"And you'll have the cheek to complain later that I should've hit you harder or poured cold water on you!"

Amira's voice laced with sleep. "Stop! I'm awake, you're being cruel." She sat up, she couldn't shake off the lingering sleepiness. Tasleem seized the moment, dragging her off the bed into a standing position.

"Open your eyes," Tasleem exclaimed, pushing Amira towards the toilet.

Amira stumbled, still yawny, but Tasleem kept her moving. "Move your body" Tasleem urgent. Amira's feet dragged across the cool floor, her toes curling in protest.

While Amira freshened up, Tasleem chose her outfit - A pink long dress with white jersey veil.

Tasleem hurriedly got ready, her movements efficient: a quick swipe of sunscreen on her face, she applied lip gloss on her pink lips. She lined her eyes with black eyeliner.

She grabbed her leather tote bag, packing her laptop, notebook, airpod, power bank and cable.

"Amira hurry! We're running late!" Tasleem shouted.

Amira emerged from the toilet, looking more alert. "Almost ready!" She replied, rushing to style her hair.

Tasleem shouldered her tote bag, "meet me outside." She picked her iPhone 13 pro on the side drawer, then she headed out of the door, leaving Amira to finish getting ready.

Mamie was sitting on the dining table eating her breakfast. "Good morning Mamie" Tasleem greeted her.

"Good morning! Come and eat your breakfast, it's your favorite" Tasleem smiled and sat beside her. "Where's Abba?" She asked.