Too young to love???

Chapter 9

Sara's POV

I was more confused than ever. A thousand questions came to my mind? Why was Danial's name written on my hand rather than Ashar's? Why would that girl think I was getting engaged to Danial? Why didn't I notice it? What does this mean? I was panicking, thinking that it might mean something. Maybe it was some sort of a sign being given to me by Allah, but what can I do?

A knock at my door made me come out of my trance. I quickly hid my hands in the blanket which lay on my bed, not wanting to give anybody the wrong impression. I cleared my throat and said, “Come in", the door creaked slightly open and aunty came in. She sat at my bedside and she began “You haven't eaten anything so I brought something for you to eat", she brought some roasted chicken and lasagna for me along with some coke.

"Aunty there is something I want to tell you.” I was thinking it was best to tell her the truth, knowing she would always support me."Go on", she gestured for me to continue.

"Aunty, just before you came in I noticed that I didn't have Ashar's name written on my hand", I started eyeing her curiously for any change in her expressions, there was no change and so I continued, "It's somebody else's.”

Her brows furrowed and she frowned, “Who is it then?"

"It's Danial's", I said holding my breath back.

She simply nodded her head in understanding and assured me, “It is okay honey, that girl must have heard wrong; after all there was so much of chaos that day", she said smiling at me lightly.

I relaxed instantly, feeling at ease.

"However, you must make sure to not make it too obvious or else someone might hold you responsible", she reminded me and I quickly nodded.

"Finish your food and then come downstairs okay?"

"Thank you", I said my voice thick with emotions.

She only smiled at me, looking tired and exhausted and then she left. God knows why I was having a feeling that there was something wrong. Something seemed fishy. It felt like aunty wanted to say something to me but for some reason she didn't. Wonder, what could it be?

I ate slowly, lost deep in my own train of thoughts, when an idea came to my mind. It was frightening, but if that's what Allah Taalah (Almighty God), wanted me to do then I don't really have a choice, do I?

After eating the rest of my food, I went to the kitchen. I washed the dishes and was about to return to set out for my mission when I saw him walking towards the living room. I quickly rushed after him. He went into the living room, took something which was lying on the table.

‘What was it?’ I thought to myself. He returned to his room and I knew for once that he had not locked it. Glancing here and there to check if anyone was around, I quietly entered his room without knocking. He was nowhere in sight, so I stealthily went further in his room. I checked his drawers first and there it was, not just one but around a dozen Marlboro cigarette packets. Seriously! Even the cigarettes he smokes are not just branded but so very expensive. Jeez!

I got up making sure to take all the packets with me, and then quietly left. The plan had occurred to me when I saw the number of cigarettes lying there in the ashtray. It was just the beginning but still I couldn't help the smile from stretching across my face. Before he caught me red handed, I quickly dumped all the packets into the bin and rushed upstairs. As I was about to enter my room, I heard the devil's growl. I made the wrong move by turning around to look at him. His expression was livid. He looked up in my direction and narrowed his eyes at me before climbing up the stairs. He was right in there before I could even blink. Standing; no, towering over me with his death glares directed towards me. I looked up at him with my eyes full of fear.