Muslim Tomboy?...Impossible

Ms Tomboy And The Lime Green Frock

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There are some days in life when you just want to curl in a ball and hide in the deepest of Hogwart's Chamber of Secrets, comfortable in Basilisk(the snake) warm body, away from the world.
Zeeniya's wanted that more than ever right now, away from everything.

Looking at her left side she catch a glimpse of the idiot beside her whose head was rested on the steering wheel. The mop of brown hair messed up due to the rain water and the stubble slightly grown.

Its definitely the morphine!

"How long do you think are we stuck here?"

"Umm...let's see...." Nayal said putting a finger on his chin.

"Jam! My phone was inside my bag!" Zeeniya was now clearly regretting putting her phone in hibernation.

"Mine is missing." Nayal shrugged off not wanting to think about that night.

He just wanted to pinch her cheeks! She looked super cute in the half leather jacket and the cream knitted scarf that made it's way to her chin or maybe above. A grey hijab was loosely secured around her hair. He never knew anyone has an affect one someone like that. He was well aware of that all of these 'feelings' and knew that he should keep them under control to save himself from the Fire.
He just recited Astaghfirullah whenever something like that crossed his mind.

"Shabash beta!(Very good son!)" Zeeniya clapped letting her sarcasm take the control.

"Beta? Shut it Zeen!"

"Its Zeeniya. Pleaseee...." She said putting her palm in front of her in a sassy manner which caused a sudden urge for Nayal to laugh out loudly.

Zeeniya rested her head on the window playing with the little thread escaping the grey hijab.

She really needs a new one...

"Umm...Zeen. I mean Zeeniya can I ask you something? Promise me you won't attack me, there is not enough space here to protect myself."

"Coward! Anyways...shoot."

"What happened to your Mum? You don't have to answer it if you don't want to." Nayal sudde ly regretted his choice of question.

Its a little early to pop the question Nayal!

Zeeniya shamelessly scrutinized his face studying his expressions, deciphering the answer to the simple yet the most complicated question.

"She... em...she passed away a few years back." Nayal could sense the dryness of her throat due to the scratchy voice.

"Four years ago."

"Four years, eight months and seven days to be exact." She said toying with the locket dangling from her neck.

"I'm sorry." Was all he could manage.

"You didn't kill her so stop being sorry." She didn't know why she snapped at him but she...just did.

"I know."

A grave silence followed in the car. Zeeniya looked down at her blue pajamas and the green knee length shirt that definitely made her look like a hobo. But clearly the leather jacket saved it.

"You must have taken after your mum. With the eyes and all. Because none of your brothers have the same as yours." Nayal spoke after analyzing his words.

"Yeah." It was strange for Zeeniya to think that he noticed her eyes but I guess everyone does.

"You know Zeeniya from the time I know you, I have some observations about you." Nayal turned to her and smiled trying to cheer up the air.