Dance of fate.

Chapter two...

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Afra's POV:

After dinner, i hopped upstairs to my room. On reaching there, I flopped on my bed thinking of reading my biology notes for the upcoming mock exams but changed my mind on a second thought.
Picking up my Iphone which sat on the side drawer, I switched on my cellular data and login to twitter. Just then, Mahmoud's caller ID appeared on my screen. I unwillingly answered and kept mute....Seconds later, his voice came up
"So you don't want to talk"
"Good evening"
I greeted him ignoring his question.
"Evening baby...how are you"
He answered. I rolled my eyes at the mention of 'baby'.
"Good" I replied not wanting to talk much.
"What's up with you giving me attitude these days?" He asked after a while, hitting me off guard.
"Was that meant to be answered?" I retorted, pure sarcasm lacing in my voice. He sighed keeping quiet. After a minute of silence, I decided to speak up.
"If you purposely called to stay silent and annoy me,then I have something better to be doing"
I blurted deliberately to piss him off.
"Who's the new guy Afra?" He asked, sounding hurt.
"Don't even think of going that way"I half shouted.
"Then why the sudden change?" He asked.
I kept mute... not knowing what to say.
"Lately,you've been giving me negative attitude and I've noticed,but I still don't know why...." he mentioned. I still kept quiet in the hope that he'll finish his sentence.
"I know I haven't done anything wrong...but maybe, just maybe I've wronged you unknowingly, please baby I'm sorry" I was weakened by his reply....I wasn't expecting that tho.
Lately, I care less about Mahmoud, it felt like the love I once had for him is slowly diminishing. And the must interesting part was i don't care. I seem to find fault in every little thing he does, of which in normal days I'll love. I find everything he says irritating, tho, Mahmoud is handsome,dark and tall, possessing a killer smile. In short,he's every girl's dream guy but now that he has started suspecting me,how dare he?... I've been loyal to him and only him for the past one year. And yet, he has the audacity to think of me cheating on him? The thought of that got me boiling from one to hundred.
"How dare you Mahmoud...how dare you suspect me of cheating on you?
I've stayed loyal for God knows how long and yet you keep suspecting me. This isn't the first time you're doing it. I'm tired Mahmoud. I'm fed up of the way you're pushing me. Wallah don't let me reach the wall"
"Okay then what do you want me to think...you've been ignoring my calls, getting angry at anything I said, doing things you don't usually do before. Fisabilillah what do you want me to think?" He shouted, I can sense anger in his tune.
"Oh now you're even shouting at me? Can you listen to yourself?...I'm pretty sure you're aware that my mock exams is around the corner, yet you keep bothering me with unnecessary calls. Mahmoud wallah you're stressing me out."
"Since when did my calls became unnecessary and a bother to you? He asked which took me a while to shoot back.
"I need a break" I heard myself speaking.
"What?!" Now I knew he was shocked because my reply hit him without notice.
"You heard me right....I need a break. I really need a break to be myself again." Yeah, I knew that was the weakest excuse of all times,but at the moment that was all I can come up with.
"I'm sorry" now a complete calmness overtook him.
"I don't need your apology, I just need a break" I answered absent minded.
An uncomfortable silence danced between us for like forever, and with that I ended the call.
Throwing my phone carelessly on the bed, I strolled to the bathroom to perform my ablution. I watched my reflection from the oval shaped mirror above the sink admiring my figure. My curves were now more modified which gave me a thick womanly look. Tall in a ladies height and chocolate in complexion, my swanlike neck gave me a more rounder face. My pointed nose compliments my bright cat eyes together with my plump lips giving me a resting bitchy face. I love my face a lot because it helps me scare away the 'little school boys',but the only thing I distaste about it was my rabbitlike teeth which drew a lot of teasing when I was in junior class.
I made my niyyah and perform my ablution,brushed my teeth and exited the toilet. I prayed my Ishaa and did my daily supplications. Retiring to bed, I picked up my phone to check the time which was 11:07pm. Just then...Mahmoud's message notification popped on my screen so I read.
"(Right now, I don't know what to do or say.
I just hope you really meant 'break' for a short time not forever. I'm deeply sorry for pushing you to this point. I'll be glad to see your message or call once you feel the break is over.
Much love: Mahmoud )"
I hissed and deep the phone under my pillow not even wanting to reply. Minutes passed by as I dozed off happily for whatsoever reason.