Yaaram - Always & Forever

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Not that life is an easy going thing, yet it's all my lord wants me to take care of. I have been played on, I have been cheated, I have been betrayed , yet I have been loved but of all, the phase where I was pretty much forced to get along with high class people for the sake of politics was the worst and it seems to be my worst nightmare that it's going to last this entire lifetime.

"Waraina ma'am? Are you in there?" Rubeena aapa, my nanny knocks at the door.

"Yes, I am. Assalamualikum aapa..." I give her a smile rolling down my hair curler.

"WalekumasSalam bibi, I thought you were still sleeping. Anyways, I brought your breakfast and I heard your mother saying your soon to be in-laws will pay a visit today. Also, she asked me to inform you to wear traditional if possible and she said something else too which I probably don't remember now... " she rambled while I smiled at her through the mirror I was staring in.

She wore a pink salwar kamiz and had her head covered with her dupatta, the traditional way to dress up.

"Aapa relax. I'm pretty sure she asked you to tell me to be back home early. You get stressed for every small thing." I reach up to take the orange juice from the breakfast tray. It still had 2 boiled eggs and a bowl of fruit salad.

"You know your mother too well." she gasps folding my bed sheets.

I take my denim jacket and cover my white Maxi dress. I collect my bag and rush out of the room trying my best to escape from the daily routined extra dose of advices from my mother and her trained nanny.

"Waraina! Waraina stop! Wait! Waraina?" I heard mom call out my name in every different tone possible.

Run Winni, Run!

"College please?" I ask the driver as I enter my Lexus.

It's been 3 years, and I still don't understand why my parents don't get I won't run, I mean they know I can't even if I want to, but... Still... I won't. I won't repeat the mistakes my elders already did.

Since the day my sister finally decided to take a stand for herself and ended up eloping with her dreams and not with any guy, my parents who happen to have a reputation to maintain feels I might do the same. Well, I don't deny that the way they force rules and laws on me definitely makes me want to try her shoes but... I don't know... I can't.

Guffar Abdul Raza and his wife Shagufta Abdul Raza were blessed with two beautiful daughters, Zamaira and Waraina. Unfortunately Zamaira, my elder sister hated boundaries but loved to challenge them and so she did, ending up getting me trapped inside them while freeing herself.

Well, Guffar Abdul Raza was an emerging politician but after the blunder his daughter created, he was forced to resign and recommend some other "man" in his place. People knew Abbu didn't had a son, but they didn't knew his best friend did.

Abbu nominated Kashan Haque, Usman Haque's son to be the next leader after his party faced a terrible loss that year. His motives were clear, all he wanted was to get to rule the state anyhow, and in Kashan, he was able to see dawn to his new reign.

"Ma'am? Can I ask you something?" the driver brought me out of my depressing past.

"Hmm.. "

"The college you study in... Is it... Does it belong to Mr. Usman Haque?" he asked.

"It does. Usman uncle has a pretty good hold on the educational sector of the state. When they heard I'll be joining this college, they bought it." I sighed collecting my bag and walked out of the car as the driver parked it.