||~Promise~|| ¤ZM Love Story¤

Chapter 10- Stalking Me

¤Continuation Of Chapter-08¤

*Azra's P.O.V*

Its really funny how life treats me lately. Everything is happening as if I craved for it. But the truth is, I crave for independence, and nothing else. I dont want to be an assistant for someone like him. He is scary, rude, nasty, cocky, slimy and every bad adjectives that could describe a person like him. But as much as I try to deny it, he is good-looking, oh who am I kidding, he is perfect looking. I give him that. But I dont care about how he looks at all. His charecteristics are exactly opposite from how he looks. And Im not looking forward to work with him at all.

Here I am, still standing in the living room with Afra's head on my head. Its like Im numb. Everything around me is moving but I stay still. This is not how I wanted to be. Im happy with being a Fashion Designer and a part-time Wedding Planner. Im living my dream and I dont want to shatter it. I want to talk my feelings out, but nobody is going to listen or understand.

I heard shuffling from the left and I felt Afra's hands loosening its grip from my neck and shoulders. I only moved my eyes to see Dad dressed like he is going out. My eyebrows furrowed at that sight and my dad looked directly at Afra, not even giving me a single glance, "We're going out", he simply stated to Afra in a hard tone and I finally gained some strength to furrow my eyebrows, "What do you me-", "We are going out Afra!", I flinched as he cut me off without even looking at me. Right, my dad is mad at me, it'd be better if he listens to my side of story instead of hurting me even more. Afra cleared her throat, "M-me and Az or?", Afra asked Dad, nervousness clearly visible in her voice and Dad glared at her, "You mean, you and the one who humiliated me? Naah..", he paused to shake his head vigorously making me swallow a thick lump forming in my throat, "Im not ready to get humiliated again, so Afra, you better join me in the car without another word", with that, dad walked towards the door, harshly opening it and disappearing outside the door. I looked down and bit my upper lip as I could feel them quivering. I heard a sigh, probably from Afra as she rubbed my shoulder and kissed my cheek, "Im sorry Az, I really am, I never knew this would happen to you, and thank god dad is taking me with him, so that I can talk to him", she softly 'tried' to comfort me and I appreciated it as I nodded and threw her a soft smile, which I dont think would've looked like a smile, "I dont want to leave you here alone too Az", she softly complained making me take a deep breath and smile at her, "Spend some time with Dad Afra, many daughters dont get chances like this, now go without making Dad even angrier than he is now!", I cheered her up with my teary eyes that Im preventing so hard from falling, and she sighed before rubbing my arms as she made her way towards the door, throwing one last look at me for which I nodded at her and with that Poof! She is out too.

I took some shaky steps towards the door and locked it, before walking towards my room upstairs. As I stepped into my room, I closed the door but gripped the handle a little harder because I felt my eyes blurry and my knees slowly weakening. I slide down the door slowly as my legs was unable to carry me. Just as I hit the floor, my dad's words echoed in my ears,

"You mean, you and the one who humiliated me?"..

"Im not ready to get humiliated again,"..

And thats all it took for the sobs to escape from my throat and Im a sobbing mess. The tears started to fall freely, dropping some drops of the salty liquid inside my mouth but I couldnt care less. All I cared about was for my life, which changed drastically infront of my eyes, "I ap..", sobbing, "apologi..", sobbing, "Plea..", I kept on sobbing louder and louder. This is what I do, I make sure that nobody is around and cry my pains and heart out. I gripped my hair from my hands and sobbed as louder as I can. Why cant my dad understand me? Why cant he talk to me? What have I done to loose his trust?, "Im sorr..", I was like a pshyco crying her eyes out. Dad's words are really mean. I wish he never said that.