FATE

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

My dearies🌹 Its been a while, how are we all? I am fine here and I hope y'all are. I just celebrated my birthday, please say a prayer for me. I love you all ❤️ Let's dive in...cheers💋

Samha

She turned and tossed on her queen size bed, buried deep in the covers. She finally gave up and sat down, she pulled her phone from the bedside drawer and checked the time, 12 noon,she hissed and dragged herself out of bed. She stifled a yawn walking away from the bed, she stripped and stepped into the shower. After a hot bath, she performed ablution for fajr prayer which  she intentionally missed. Not willing to forgo her early morning sleep.

After dressing up in a long sleeveless gown, putting on moderate makeup. She picked her long hijab and performed her fajr sallah immediately she finished the adhan for zuhr prayer was called and she stood up to perform it too without any feeling of remorse or guilt of piling her salat. Immediately she salamed, she stood up without saying any prayer and wore her flip flops heading downstairs.  Her stomach rumbling from hunger, she placed a hand on her stomach scrunching her face. She made her way to the dining table, she met different types of dishes arranged on the table, she sat down and eat to her heart content before leaving the table.

Feeling filled up,she stood up and decided to tour the house. The house is a very big house, you can even call it a mansion with more than 10 rooms excluding the staff quarters. There's a big garden at the back, with a tennis court and a swimming pool, A fully stocked gym for exercise. She toured the house documenting it live on Instagram, showing off to her friends. She met a lot of the house staffs on her way, they greeted her with so much respect while she snubbed them. Samha has always hated house helps, she is always rude to them and never appreciate anything they did to her and now that she has thousands of them under her, she will reign like a queen. Everything about being a rich man's wife is new but the feeling is really amazing she thought as she made way back into the house, laughing at her friend's comments on her house.

Lost in her phone while seated in the main parlor, with music playing on mtv. She didn't her when they came in but a strong presence of rich heavenly perfume visited her nose, she looked up and met with the sight of two sophisticated looking ladies standing in the middle of the room, giving her the stinky eye. At first the first glance,she decided she didn't like them. who are they? And what do they take themselves as? They barged into HER HOUSE and act like they own the place, she thought returning the look they are sending her way . Truth be told, these ladies ooze of class and sophistication. Everything about them scream crazy rich, from the cloths they wore up to the band holding their hair in place. She didn't move an inch from where she sat and had no intention to offer them a place to seat, clearly showing how unwelcome they are.

They both look 25 or more, one is fair and the other is a little dark but have a very rich skin color. The fairer one among them majestically stepped in front of samha, she picked up the remote to the tv and switched it off without as much as a word. She turned and found a seat beside the darker lady who sat opposite Samha her legs crossing, displaying her gold anklet. Samha sat not believing what just happened, she opened and closed her mouth like a fish, unable to utter a word.

"Anty Zahra , good afternoon" a maid said while putting down the refreshments she brought in for them and immediately disappeared without waiting for an answer knowing it will never come. 

" Zahra, so this is the best yaaya Nabeel could do for himself?"She said gesturing towards samha.

"Amnah, I am in shock too, I thought he could do better than this, seriously" Zahra answered pointing at Samha while rolling her eyes.

"I am so glad, we missed that wedding because I can't take the humiliation" amnah said pouring herself a glass of water.

Samha who by now was seething mad from their rudeness and have had enough of them referring to her as if she wasn't seated right across them jumped up, she wouldn't be humiliated in her own house.