"You can control your destiny, but not your fate. It can change anyone's life in just a few seconds. Accept the things to which fate binds you and love the people with whom fate brings you together, but do so with all your heart."
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༻༺❁༻༺ CHAPTER SEVEN STAY
Author pov:- ♡ . . .
Rhea's voice rang out from the living room, "Aayesha, there are so many rumors blowing around about your husband!" She was deeply engrossed in uncovering Wahan's whereabouts.
Aayesha gasped at the volume of Rhea's exclamation, placing one hand over her heart and the other on the kitchen counter. In a hushed tone, she murmured, "I have a feeling her life will end at my hands someday."
Rhea had come over to keep Aayesha company, as she was alone; her mother had gone to their village for a prayer. Yet, Rhea seemed more focused on Wahan than on her friend.
Matching Rhea's tone, Aayesha retorted, "I have no interest in him or the gossip surrounding him, so you can continue your chatter." She emerged from the kitchen, balancing two large bowls brimming with popcorn.
As Aayesha settled beside Rhea, who was fixated on her laptop, she placed her bowl of popcorn on her lap. Other woman glanced over, with a hint of curiosity, "But why? They’re fascinating," she said, finishing with a teasing smile.
How could Aayesha explain her? She felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her from the events of two days ago and had avoided talking to him since.
Rhea was unaware of the details; she had left the club when she went outside to talk, after sending a text to Aayesha which she read the following day.
After that night, Aayesha awoke in the afternoon, her head spinning and a throbbing headache assaulting her senses. Looking around, she realized she was in her own bedroom. But how did she get there? Hadn't she been at the club? She pressed her hands to her head, wincing in pain.
Closing her eyes, she was suddenly jolted by his cold-and-sinful voice echoing in her mind, "Darling, wake up." Startled, she opened her eyes wide in disbelief and stammered, "What the—" just as her phone chimed with a new message.
She reached for her phone, her heart racing as she read the message, her eyes widening in shock and surprise.
Wahan:I simply wanted to let you know that I informed your mother of our chance encounter at the club, which is indeed true, and you were quite drunk, so I took you home.
Another message appeared.
Wahan:If you’re experiencing a headache from your slumber, I suggest you to rest a bit more, as we arrived at your residence pretty late because of you. Take care, blue.
She felt a chill run through her, her heart racing in the stillness. In a fit of frustration, she tossed her phone away and muttered, "Because of me?" as she glared at the bothersome device.
