"Why don't you leave me?" I shouted, trying to mask away the fear that filled inside of me this time.
"Oh Darling I wish I could." He smirked, almost leaning onto me. I could still feel the authority in his husky arrogant voice.
"Don't you fear All...
Long time no see🙈 I am sorry and secondly, I want to thank a special someone. There are actually many but I wrote all the chapters because of them. I'll keep on adding names as I remember their names.
They were a few people who actually cared for me. elluhanirosina_kiaraTabies1998_bellissimo_♥ love thankyou so much. You have no idea how much you boosted my confidence. A lot of people had actually discouraged me but you are one of those amazing people who had encouraged me. I love you.
Please read the a/n at the end of the chapter.
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Grief.
Agony.
Dread.
Remorse.
These are a couple of things that were currently conjuring my mind. The thought that was torturing me day and night was the fact that if Malika would want to kill me for killing her father, what would happen when Anaabiya would find it out that I killed her parents.
I was in the phase where I was muddled as fuck. I Am not petrified if she wants to take a revenge too. I would happily sacrifice my life if she wanted to kill me. I wouldn't even fight back. What I feared was rejection. I couldn't live without her. I love her and I wasn't really sure if she would love me back after she would be aware of my mistakes.
Malika's reaction had jolted me out from the dream, pushing me forth into the reality. I couldn't let Anaabiya go. I didn't even know how to confess it to her. It had been almost 3 weeks now since she joined school and she has been so busy lately. It was as if we were back to 0.
We barely talked. She spent more time in the school than the usual hours. I asked her once regarding it and she mentioned about some underprivileged students that she had to teach after school. It didn't sound convincing but I let it pass since I knew she loved me too and she would never do anything to hurt me but there was this small part of me that always felt as if something was wrong.
I tried reading the papers in front of me but I couldn't. I was distracted. Just then my phone buzzed and I picked it up from the table. I received it without reading the contact details. "Hello." It was Huzaifa.
