As i saw Mahmood lay limp in the corner of the room i ran and checked his pulse. Nabeelah told me that he didn’t smoke arigileh but instead he smoked hasheesh(weed). They told him that he couldn’t but insisted and didn’t listen. Anyway, Hamza took Mahmood to his house and I came back to my hotel room at about 02:00 in the morning and dropped dead on my bed. I had such a long night.
In the morning, I woke up to the smell of coffee that my sister was drinking. I walked to the kitchen and found her eating some chocolates. I asked her where she got them from and she said that someone came and delivered with flowers and chocolates for me. I somehow knew they were from Zuhair.
Tonight was the Hennah Night so i was getting ready. I wore a skirt with a pair of red high heels. Our venue was really beautiful and the theme was red and black. The Hennah pattern I put was stunning! But the one they put for Najwa was stunning on another level.
The next day approached and it was the bachelorette party. We were all really excited and have been looking forward to it for a while as Myriam Fares was attending. Her bellydancing was class. She could sing and dance at the same time. We also called a male stripper but that was our secret. Najwa didn’t know but at the bachelorette Najwa ended up chasing the stripper away because she said that she would feel really guilty.
That night I only reached my hotel room at about 04:00 in the morning. I was really tired until i bumped into Zuhair. I was really trying to avoid him after the incident.
Zuhair’s POV
Zahira was avoiding me for 2 days! She hasn’t even sent me a message. I didn’t expect it all to turn out like this. I feel like such acoward for kissing her. I wish she would just respond!
I am the family of the groom. I was related to the groom’s family because my father and his father are first cousins.
I really liked Zahira because she was half Arabian and Indian. She was not like all the Indian girls. She had a part of the Indian beauty but she had a mind of the Arabian.My mom and her dad were family friends thats why we were so close. My mom and dad are Arabian. I really miss Zahira and that smile she gives when she’s up to something! Her short hair was different from all the other girls and her nose which i could bite off, gosh i’m sooo whipped.
As I was walking back to my hotel room after I went out with a few friends, I bumped into Zahira. She carried on walking and I screamed her name but she didn’t reply so i ran after her and threw her over my shoulder and took her to my baby, my white Land Rover.
I got my license in England. I live my life between South Africa and England, weird i know. As i put her in the front seat i tied her seat
belt and ran to my side and started the car. The drive was silent as i drove her to her favourite cafe but as we approached it she started to argue.
Zahira: TAKE ME BACK TO MY HOTEL ROOM NOW! *glaring at me*
Me: Babes, please can we speak.
Zahira: NO! Take me back before I jump out of this moving car and walk to the hotel.
I finally gave up and I let her have her way. I turned the car around and took her to the hotel room. When we reached, she started walking away. I screamed after her “Remember I’m your first love and your last!”
Zahira’s POV
After Zuhair dropped me off and I started to walk towards the entrance of the hotel, I heard him say those few words which changedeverything. I just stopped and stood still. He then got off the car, walked towards me and held my hand. He then began talking…
Zuhair: Look Zahira, I’m really sorry about the other night. I know that it’s against Islam to kiss a boy who you not married to and I’m
going to fix.
Me: What do you mean you going to fix it?
At that moment I walked away as i didn’t want to hear anymore. If he loves me then he would have to wait for me or let go and leave me…
Nazain ♡
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