MARINA

Chapter 05

A/N: A year delay. Wow. I have now started writing this and will continue to post a chapter once every week. But, no promises. This is dedicated to Mehak, my sweetheart, for being a wonderful friend.

Chapter 05

"My birthday's coming next month, just letting you know," Saira said, sipping in her coke.

"That—"

"Oh no! Don't tell me you don't celebrate birthdays for the sake of Islam!" She cut me off, looking horrified for a moment.

I chuckled and shook my head. "Not really. I celebrate a few occasions. I'll remember to wish you," I assured her.

She sighed in relief, "Thank Allah, I don't know what I'd have done if you were one of those people."

"Those people?" I asked.

"Nothing you should worry yourself about .Come on!" She told me before running off for the gym class.

This was my first day at the gym class. I've never really been to one since I started studying here. I mean, I always had a legit reason. My prayer. But, I don't really even like talking about this little monthly friend of mine and I really shouldn't. Still, it was because I had my period that I wasn't praying. And well, today was the first day. And it lasted a week long. Equal to a week-long of gym classes.

The other reason was, gym was co-ed as well. As much as I hated wearing gym pants and shirt, I had to. There was no other choice. I had a loose tank top and a jacket to put over it. My pants weren't as tight as the rest of the female population here. They were good to an extent where my figure wasn't popping out. I still had kept my scarf on. When I was done changing into this attire, I turned around to search for Saira.

My eyes almost widened when I looked at her rocking that sweatpants look. She was, sorry Allah, she was looking really hot. And I also realized that she mirrored my expression.

"Oh my God," She muttered, looking at me. "Is this your body?"

"What? I guess..." I replied, fidgeting with my jacket.

"Wow," She uttered, "Would have never guessed in your normal attire. You have a body to kill for!"

"Oh my Allah, you can actually see my figure?!" I asked in horror. Gaining a roll of eyes from my lovely friend.

"Well, it's not. But, nobody here is blind. Anybody could tell your size just by taking a glance," She explained, nodding and patting my shoulder. "Let's go,"

And before I knew, she was dragging me out of the locker room towards the gym room. Oh no, I just couldn't walk out looking like this! Saira only kept dragging and soon enough we were there. Standing next to every girl present. Boys on the opposite, watching us hungrily.

Save me, my Lord!

After several long minutes of warm up and exercise, we were settled down on the floor, catching our breath. Since this was my first, I was a little reluctant. I didn't like any of it right now. But, I silently told myself that this would help me stay healthy and fit. And that's all that took me to keep going further on.

Esther who was on the other side of the group came towards us. She waved her hands at me, grinning widely like we had met after days. But, we met only a few classes ago. Lunch. Period. Esther was in short shorts and a gym top that filled her body well. Actually, she had great breasts, tauba tauba. But, I just couldn't help notice them. Which only made her gym clothes look quite perfect on her.