Life as a Pakistani Cinderella.

Chapter One: The dream that came true.

Hey guys. Sorry I took so long to write the first chapter. My internet had been out for a week because of which even though I had already written the first few chapters, I couldn't update them. I hope you'll support this just like you guys have already done. 

Leenah! Leenah! I was lying on the cold bathroom floor, my face covered in tears, waiting for the strength to get up to wash my face, when I heard someone call my name. This was followed with knocking on the bathroom door. "I swear Leenah Ahmed if you don't open this door in the next few seconds, I'm going to break it down and you'll never hear the end of it." I didn't recognize the voice of the speaker. Maybe it was Warda or Safia. But both of them were younger than me and besides, they didn't have the nerve to talk to me in such a tone. Maybe one of my Aunts had come over. But again, they didn't care enough to acknowledge that I was suffering. "Waleed! Tell her to open up that door or she'll be sorry." Again came the voice of the mysterious girl. I smirked to myself for having annoyed someone whom I didn't even know. But then it registered on me what the girl had said. My breath caught in my throat as I realized the meaning. Did she mean that Waleed was here?? That he'd come back and was in this actual house. I was trying to tell my brain to send messages to my lungs that I was still alive and needed them to function or they'll be sorry, when he finally spoke. "Leenah please open the door. We're here to help you. Please don't do something drastic." This time my brain had its wit about and without wasting any time, I got up and opened the door. They didn't expect the sudden movement and fell on the floor. I concluded that they had been leaning against the door and had fallen when I had suddenly opened it. I felt guilty for causing them pain but no words came out when I tried to apologize. Waleed got up and helped the girl to her feet. She looked awfully familiar. She had a lean figure, she was tall, maybe 5.8" with honey coloured eyes and jet black hair. I didn't know how long her hair was as she was wearing a dupatta on her head. I looked curiously at her but decided that I didn't want to remember anything let alone someone from my memory. Waleed finally turned my way and my eyes watered. Everything started to swim as tears streaked down my face. How many nights had I wished that he would be here, standing beside me, joking with me, supporting me and protecting me from every bad thing that had happened to me in the past four years. But life didn't work that way. It was not fair nor did it care if you got destroyed in the process. I had learned this the hard way. That is why when he smiled and told me that he was back and he'll never leave again, I didn't feel the relief I was supposed to feel at having my best friend back. Just as I was about to dismiss them and go wash my face, something or someone tried to squish the life out of me. The thought that someone was trying to strangle me to death entered my mind and I started to struggle. After struggling to free myself and failing miserably, I turned my head around to see that the mysterious girl had grabbed me in a death grip and was trying, I assumed to give me a hug. Maybe she was one of those people who liked to kill others by squeezing the life out of others? That was a nice way to kill someone you hated. That way nobody could actually convict you of murder. A small smile played on my lips as I mentally prepared a list of all the persons I wanted to die. But then again, for the plan to work, I had to hug people I despised and there was no way and I meant it when I said there was no way I was going to hug someone even if that meant I could get rid of someone I didn't like. That got rid of the smile on my face. At the same time blondie decided to finally let go of me and I took in a lung full of air. She wasn't actually blonde but she was too cheery and I didn't like people who were so cheerful. They were freaks of some sort. Trust me I had known a few and having them around never ended well. At least not for me. That is why I tried once again to turn around and go inside the bathroom but she interrupted, again. I gave her a glare for holding my arm. A look of uncertainty crossed her features but she soon hid it and smiled. (Seriously? Would it kill her to not be oblivious of other's discomfort?) "Leenah you have no idea how glad I am to finally see you after so many years. I had been away and when I came back, so much had changed. I, nobody told me about Uncle Ahmed." At the mention of my Baba's name, a strangled cry escaped my lips. It had been four years, four long years since he'd died and had taken my life with him. I tried to show that it didn't hurt me, that nobody or nothing affected me but that was all a ruse. As soon as someone so much as mentioned his name, my throat contracted and breathing became difficult. That is why I was horrified when that cry escaped my lips but blondie, being oblivious as usual didn't notice it and kept on speaking. "He was such a good person. He was so much lively. I wish I was here when he had been struggling, I, I could've...." Blondie was apparently emotional but I didn't care. I gave her the infamous Leenah Ahmed glare. She paused, and that was all I needed to free my arm from her hold and put some distance between us. The hurtful look that crossed her face was my breaking point. "Nobody has a right to say that they miss him!" I screamed. "Nobody has a right to tell me that he was a good man. None of you were here when he was dying. You didn't think him important enough to be here when he was suffering. So excuse me if I don't really give a damn about your sugar coated words." I paused as my brain had stopped doing its work again and I was struggling to breath. The girl looked shocked at my sudden outburst but Waleed, he looked flabbergasted. I guess he hadn't known I had this side to me. Seeing him with his mouth open was all the push I needed to finally say what I'd been holding in for so long. "All of you were too mixed up in your own lives to really care." I turned my glare to Waleed. "Blondie here, had an excuse that I don't care about but you knew, you knew I was helpless, you knew I was dying seeing him take those weekly therapies, you knew I was breaking but that was not motivation enough to come home, to me, to Baba! So don't you dare look like you feel his loss, that you see him in each room, that you hear his laughter in the hallways. Just don't." I was truly seething. I wanted these people out of my room. I couldn't deal with them right now. I needed to nurse my own wounds that had been opened just in a few minutes due to their presence. "Leenah... "Came Waleed's weak voice, "believe me I wanted to come, but my MBA had just started. I just couldn't leave..." That was it. They had run my patience over. "Shut up. I don't want your excuses or your apologies. Get out. Get out of my room. Get out of my life. I don't want you here. Go, go where ever you want. Leave me alone." With that I shut the door with as much force that I could muster and fell to the floor as the sobs shook my body once again.

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