First Kiss?

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Juliet's POV


In the behind seat of the car, only three people can sit comfortably. But since we had four, we were quite squashed. But we could bear it because we are slim and we don't need much space.

By the way why does this man have to sit next to me? Couldn't he send Omar behind and couldn't he sit in front, in the passenger seat? Or couldn't he go sit next to his love, Olivia, who sat in the other corner of the car. 

He sat placing his strongly built arm above our shoulders on the car seat and my head is right next to his chest near his armpit. Maybe this is the first time I am sitting this close to him. 

I'm sure Olivia is getting jealous of us. I mean the way we are sitting. She would surely wish that she was in my place, I too wish the same. Why do I have to steal someone else's love? I doubt if Salman is also regretting me sitting there. He must be wishing Olivia to sit there. 

Olivia got down first and then Aliza. I was waiting till at least one of them gets down so that I don't have to sit squashed between them and Salman. I happily moved to the other corner of the car. So now its only myself and Salman in the behind seat and Omar still at front. 

Suddenly I feel someone brushing my hair from behind and its none other than Salman. He's running his fingers through the back of my hair still sitting on the place where he was seated, there is a gap between us. 

I looked at him annoyed and found him smirking at me. I turn away yet feel his eyes on me. I couldn't say anything because Omar is also there in the car. 

Just after Omar got down, I took courage and opened my mouth,

"Can you please stop that?"

He smiled in return.

"I hate when you grin and not reply"

He again smiled which annoyed me even more.

"At least now go in front and sit! There's no one in the passenger seat."

"Shall I come here?" he asked pointing at the empty space in between us.

Before I could reply we reached home. Thank God I can escape from him now.

"Wait! Don't get down." He said and got down the vehicle. I wonder what he's going to do. 

He came around the car to the side where I was seated in and opened the door for me, like a gentleman. He then stretched out his hand smirking. He knew I was going to reject.

"No thanks. I can do it by myself" I said getting down the vehicle. He let me get down and closed the door.

I thanked him for the ride and rang the doorbell at my place. He stood by the car till my mom opens the door. Once the door was opened Salman took his seat in the passenger seat while I stood by the door. He waved at me, I waved back and waited till the car was not in the near vicinity.

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We; myself, Salman, Aliza, Omar, Kaym, Anna, Olivia, Edgar, Harry and Fred, are going in an adventure. On the way we find a haunted house. We would love to visit places like this and investigate, so we get down the vehicle and walk up to the gate. The gate is crashed and wide open. On the wall which is by the gate was a poster pasted. Aliza goes close to it and read it for us. 

It said that there was a murder taken place in this house. A young man in his late 30's had killed his wife and few other people. Its not mentioned whom exactly had he killed and why. We wanted to go inside the house and find out who else had he killed. 

Its an old, huge mansion. Certain places in the mansion is broken and there are many cracks in the walls. We enter and find blood stained footprints and hand prints. Blood stains on the walls and on the ground. Few cobwebs here and there too. Certain rooms are closed but a few are opened partially. Inside few rooms we see ropes hanging and huge sticks lying on the ground. 

This horror house is very scary. I don't know why we chose to come here, but investigating it is fun. We separate into groups and go in different directions. Eventually Aliza, Salman and I made up a group and headed downstairs through a cracked staircase to the backyard. We find a storeroom at the backyard and we go inside it. 

We try to find out something opening the closets and cupboards there. We find black suits which looks scary and then we found few other bloodstained clothes. 

Just after we were done investigating, when we were about to leave, Salman started staring at me with a smirk. At first I didn't know why he was doing that later I realized and came towards the door near Aliza to exit the room, but Aliza didn't allow me to go out.

She said, "I know Salman loves you, help him fulfil his desire."

She pushes me inside the room stepping outside closing the door behind her leaving Salman and I alone inside. I'm certainly amused at Aliza's sudden behavior because I know she wouldn't support me loving Salman even if she supported me in everything else. 

I stand by the door helpless not knowing what to do. I don't understand myself, part of me says 'I love Salman' and the other part says 'No, I don't'. I don't know if I really love him or not. I don't know if I should give in or not. 

Salman walks towards me and stand an inch or two away from me. I stand still confused. He places both his palms on both my cheeks beneath my hair and lifts my head up making me look into his gleaming eyes leaving me to shiver while tingles running through my body. 

He leans in and places his forehead on mine gently and then our noses touch each other's. Just before his lip touches mine I hear mom dashing the door open and screaming,

"Juliet! How long am I waking you up? Are you going to get late for school again?"

I jolt and sit up on the bed rubbing my eyes trying to figure out what's happening. Only then I realized that this was all a nightmare. Thank God its only a nightmare. I can never imagine Salman loving me and trying to kiss me. That would be the last thing he would do although I want him to. I actually lost hope in him because I know he wouldn't love me and I know he loves Olivia more.

Why do i even dream stuffs like this. I hate myself for doing it.


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I hope this is an interesting chapter. I honestly enjoyed writing it. 

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XOXO,

Blessed Muslimah 

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