Furore

01| Stare. Stay. Stare.

01| Stare. Stay. Stare.

"Daniya", I called out her name in a daze, applying the lip colour I just bought on my lips.

I put it on, glancing cautiously at my lips second after second to check it. Finally, I pressed my lips against each other before pouting.

"Daniya." The hue looked nice, it was only a shade darker than what I used yet I required her assurance.

"Daniya." I snapped out at her, keeping my hands on my hips.

"Are you listening or you wanting me to throw your trashy phone in the bin?"

"Hmm." She hummed. Yeah. She stubbornly typed off something over her phone with a grin. I hate you. I heaved, concentrating on the mirror again.

"It's pretty." She spoke, keeping her mobile down. You should in fact use brighter colours.

"It is way too expensive to not like it anyway?" I commented, combing my hair with my fingers.

"True that." She chuckled. "It is fine though. Done? Shall we? "

I nodded, zipping up my handbag and hanging it on the shoulder before collecting the other shopping bags. Daniya walked out of the dressing room, still busy chatting on her phone, and I exasperatedly followed.

"Told you, madam, it will look beautiful on your lips." I glared at the statement of the attendant a little shook.

"How ridiculous?" I exclaimed to her, and she couldnt help but giggle.

"Is he trying on you?" She jested, and I rolled my eyes.

"The last person I would want to try on me but what audacity!" We collected our packets from the security counter before heading out of the mall.

I put my glasses on as she dialed for the driver. "Dont wanna answer them all why I didnt show up yesterday. "

I chortled. "It was mean. And the thing is your grandmother must blame it all down on me. "

"Volume high, please." I at once requested the chauffeur after sitting in, drinking some water.

"You are annoying me now. I wont think twice before going back home!"

I warned her; irritated by the way she was stuck to her phone. "I challenge you." She showed me a sardonic grin. "It is getting interesting."

"What is he saying?" I asked her because I had no other choice. I could not go back home, I could, but I did not want to.

"He is completely into us." She offered me a wide smirk.

"Into us?" I chuckled, a little surprised.

"Forgot you talked to him all Friday night when I slept?" She reminded me and I laughed louder.

"To be fair, he basically proposed to you."

"I cant even." I relished. "I got so panicked; I didnt know if I should wake you up or what?"

"He was fun though, he kept me up and entertained all night," I added.

"He is acceptable; I can bear with him this winter." She sassily replied, and I shook my head.

"Such a bitch." I scrolled through the messages he had sent.

"Stop it." She cringed. "He doesnt love me either; I know I only wanna marry Hamza."

"But does he want to?" I teased as she got a little offended.