My eyes are transfixed on the "card" in front of me. The surrounding seems to be blurry as I look up and find the hooded person staring at me with a big smirk on his face. Everything seems quite to my mind as my vision blurs. A teardrop falls on my cheek, bringing me back to reality. The thunder outside has started pouring down heavily, matching my inner turmoil. I quickly put my family photograph that the stalker has sent for me with his pen name, inside my bag, leave the money on the table for my bill and rush outside. From the coffee shop to the parking lot, I am fully drenched in rain.
How is this possible? Does the stalker know my family? All sorts of questions are doing rounds in my mind. I speed up the car and reach home in twenty minutes. I open the door and find my family and relatives sitting in the living room, starting at me wide eyed. Mama comes forward, probably to ask me why did I take so much time, but before that I turn towards the staircase and walk towards it, ignoring the bewildered faces of the people down. Closing the door, I plop down on the sofa in my room and clutch my head in my hand as a sharp pain seizes it.
As expected, a knock on the door followed by someone calling out my name, that will be Mama. But I don't open the door, instead I lock the door which is connected to Zaman's room.
They can even enter my room from there.
"Zara." Someone calls out again. This time I decide to open the door.
"Yeah." My voice sounds hoarse as if I have a sore throat. Hope they don't catch it.
"What happened dearie?" Mama comes inside my room, followed by Baba, Zaman and Zameer. My whole family is inside my room now, most probably to fire questions at me.
Being sarcastic
"Nothing Mama. I am just tired and it started raining so...." I say while fidgeting with my fingers, hoping that they don't catch my lie.
*****
The soft sound of the rain drops on my window wakes me up from my slumber, though it wasn't that deep. As I sit up straight on my bed, a sharp pain seizes the back of my head and my hands automatically reach there. A light tingle beneath the bridge of nose prepares me for an upcoming sneeze as I grab the tissue that was laying abandoned a while before and press it on my nose. After blowing out my nose I look towards the clock that is kept on my night stand. It shows half past two.
Staring at the slightly flickering street light opposite my window, I think about the recent changes in the stalker mystery. I wish I had someone by my side at this moment to at least tell me that nothing is going to be wrong, to tell me to have faith in Allah. But no. I don't have anyone by my side or its better to say that I don't want anyone by my side. I don't want anyone to be in danger and telling them about my stalker will bring them in danger.
I stand up from where I was sitting previously, and start to pace around the room. It is only them that my eyes land on the wedding card on my study table that I remember that tomorrow night is my big day. The day that every girl is eagerly waiting since her teenage years.
Which girl forgets her own wedding day? Well, probably no one except me. Now I had proved how stupid I am. Ya Allah! Please help me!!
Tomorrow I will be in some other house. I will be no more single. Oh!! I have to leave this house, my family, my room. Ya Allah!! I should have been prepared for this. But no! My stupid mind had to keep on thinking about the stalker and forget this.
Oh no!
Stalker!!
What will Zaid think about this stalker thing! What if he will be suspicious of me? What if he will think bad about it? Ya Allah, I pray to you to give me strength to face all this. You are The Giver of everything. No even a leaf moves without Your will. Please help me to face the unknown.
Please!
Please!
A faint clicking sound of someone opening the door reaches my ears. I quickly jump on my bed and pull the covers up, till my neck. The bed dips and I come to know that someone is sitting on my bed.
"You will be gone tomorrow. How will I be able to cope with your leaving this house?" A drop of water lands on my cheek and I know that Mama is crying. She caresses my cheek,wiping of the tear drop in the process. I lean in on her touch and act like I involuntarily put my head in her lap. A mother's lap is everything for a child. I don't know when I slept but all I remember is Mama's soft touch on my face.
*****
Hello guys! Salaam Alaikum!!!
Ramadan Kareem beautiful people!!!!!
This chapter is short because I am in no mood to right! Joking!!! Since it's Ramadan and I have my exams soon, I am very busy. We have an almost 12 hour fast. Comment your timings!
The next chapter will be the wedding chapter. It will be longer than usual and will be published around the time of Eid! So keep your eyes out for it.
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Deadly Stalker
Spiritual22 years old Zara Karimi's life is turned upside down when she gets a message from an unknown person who denies giving his name but instead goes by a pen name that sounds evil and creepy. Thinking of him as some prank she goes on to ignore him. But...
