Chapter 2 : Emptiness

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Third POV
After partying all night and dropping every friend, passed out due to alcohol, Haya was dead tired, as soon as she reached her room, she was asleep within seconds. It was very rare of her to wake up to see the raising sun or pray, loving Shayan was destroying her, to which she was totally naive.

Haya woke up while rubbing her eyes with the back of her hands. As soon as her eyes landed on the clock, which striked 3 pm, she cursed herself under her breath. She was again late. She planned to go for shopping with Zoya as they will be leaving for Bangkok tomorrow. She quickly jumps off the bed and start calling Sarah (maid)

"Sarah! Sarah! "

"G Baji (yes! Sister)" Sarah said while rushing towards her room.

"Sarah takeout my clothes. I am terribly late, Zoya will surely kill me today" Haya said while rushing towards the washroom

Sarah shaked her head seeing Haya rushing towards the washroom.

"Sarah! ...can i have my breakfast ... please " Haya said while stucking her head out of the washroom while pouting. Sarah nodded chuckling.

After taking out her clothes she starts cleaning her room. Sarah was their maids daughter, like her mother, who was working for them. She was also working for them so that she can afford her study. Sarah, Haya and Haniya (Haya's elder sister), they all grew up together so they were more like friends. After cleaning Haya's room she went to make her a breakfast.

After 15 minutes Sarah enters Haya's room with her breakfast on a tray as she enters her room her mouth hanged, the room she cleaned few minutes back was now a total mess. Haya was looking under the bed to find something, as she noted Sarah's presence she stands up.

"Sarah have seen my phone " she asked pouting innocently while resting her hand on her waist.

"Haya Baji! " She almost yelled while looking dumb stuck at Haya "What have you done? I just cleaned your room a few moments ago "

Haya scratches her head and moves towards her "Sarah, I cannot find my phone please help me na "

"Here is your breakfast and" she said will putting the tray on the side table fuming with anger " and i am not gonna clean you room ever again, I going to tell your mother that I can clean any room but not your's anymore" She said while leaving her room.

"Okay! I am sorry don't clean it again but atleast help me find my phone " Haya said to Sarah while stucking her face out of her room but Sarah waved her hand in the air. At the same time Haniya was crossing the hall. Haya looked towords her " Did you see her, Haniya" Haya said while pointing towards Sarah's back, who was now moving down the stairs. On seeing Haya's dramatic face she chuckled a little

" Haniya !! you too"

"What? she is right, Why you messed up your room? " Haniya said and shrugged her shoulders and went the way Sarah went. After good 20 minutes Haya found her phone and after having her breakfast she went downstairs.

Sarah was now cleaning some dishes. Haya placed the tray in the sink.

"See! I found my phone, I don't need you" Haya said while moving her phone in front of Sarah like a small kid.

"Yeah! Don't call me when you need anything, which I know is no going to happen " Sarah said while grinning

"I will make sure of that " she said moving towards the main door while sticking out her tongue towards Sarah, making Sarah laugh.

Haya's POV

In Bangkok

I was in my hotel room, we all friend landed in Bangkok together and now we were all getting ready to go to a local club. I wore a light pink shirt with full sleeves and shoulder cuts, pairing it with black skirt and black stocking. Unlike me, Zoya was wearing shorts and a cream coloured top but it was showing her skin too much. I wore sleevless t-shirts but i was never comfortable in showing my legs like Zoya. In Pakistan, where we live people don't wear shorts or skirts as it is forbidden in Islam but here, she had full freedom to wear what ever she wanted and she was taking full advantage of this freedom. After getting ready we all friends left for the club.

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