Fortuitous Tenderness

TWO.

"I really can't wait for my Prince Charming to come take me into his arms." Aisha sighed dreamily. "And I can't wait to get my scholarship and go to the university" Ameenah mimicked her. "You're such a buzz kill." Aisha hissed. "No, I'm not. We just have different typa goals." she corrected. "Yeah whatever. I have to go now before inna starts looking for me." Aisha wore her hijab and slippers.

Ameenah accompanied her out, right outside Ameenah's house they met Aalee waiting for Ameenah to show up. "Oh My Love I've been waiting for you. You kept me out here for hours" he smiled. "Can I help you?" She asked coldly, sending daggers his way. "Yes, my heart needs you meenah. You are the one, who I think about while I go to bed, and the reason I smile when I hear your name being called. I love you Meenah. Please accept my love." He knelt down right before her.

Aisha burst out laughing. "Matar dan shaye shaye (drunkard's wife) na barku lfy (I leave you in peace)" Aisha left laughing while Ameenah glared at her. "Look Aalee for the last time. I can't date you" she says sternly. "Why not?" He asked standing up from the ground. "Because you drink and smoke. And you're a womanizer."

"No my Meenah that won't be a problem. I'll stop, I promise. Just accept my love please" he pleaded. "You can never be trusted. Please leave this place before my father comes back and meet you here." She turned on her heels and left him there.

That made him furious. No girl has ever rejected his love, no matter what! He has been chasing after meenah for months and she had done nothing but shun him. He'd get her and revenge on what she did to him no matter how long it takes.

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He stepped out of the long building owned by him and hopped into his car. He had a tiring day. All he wants is to; pray, bath, eat and sleep.

On arriving at home, he parked his car at the parking lot and alighted from the car. He went straight to his parents side of the house to greet them before moving to his part. His food was already arranged in the dinning area.

He prayed maghrib before sauntering into the bathroom to shower. He washed his body thoroughly before coming out. He felt someone's presence in the room. The minute he turned, he came across Malika sitting comfortably on his bed.

"What sort of nonsense is this?" He bayed. "I just got back from Paris. I missed you so much and I couldn't wait to see your handsome face." She walked towards him. "Don't you dare come close to!" He warned. He hissed and picked up his clothes to the next room.

He finished dressing up and moved to the dining area. He settled down and served himself some creamy mashed potatoes and peppered fish with some sauce. He grabbed some vimto drink from his fridge and plumped back down.

"You know you can't just act like I don't exist. For the past three years I've been literally throwing myself at you but you keep shunning me off. What the fuck bashir? What are you looking for in a woman that I don't have? I'm smoking hot and sexy. I'm beautiful. What else do you want?"

Throughout the time she blabbered, he concentrated on eating. "Bashir I'm talking to you." She said through gritting teeth. He kept the spoon gently and turned his gaze to her. "What? Malika what? You think being sexy and beautiful is what I look for in a woman? You must be stupid if you think I'd ever marry someone who dresses like a slut, who doesn't respect her own parents talk more of respecting mine!"