💃💃💃💃eid Mubarak, I dont know why I'm feeling a certain vibe today!!!!!!☺ where are my homies at, I missed you, who missed me?
Previously on IELB
In the previous chapter, sediq otherwise known as the monster is in dubai and somehow has some agreement with arshlee who happens to be in faruk's house, apparently she's pregnant with his child, or so she claims. We've witnessed a complete different side of amyrah and well according to her hypothesis, muneenah likes omar and so does he, muneenah, in other phrases, she likes him, he likes her, everybody knows, except them.Read on,
Reconnoitre,
Uncertainty,
Bliss.
Her heart pulsated against her chest, each throb, with a rhythm pristine to her feat as she took even and slow steps towards faruk's room.
She sighed almost inaudibly as she unlatched the grandiose looking portal that led to the bedroom.
The words amyrah had uttered to her since the past few days had rung in her head, countless times at the most unfit and unsuitable durations.
As she gaited her way into the dimly lit room, she minted on seizing her breath, or more filter the air that was snake walking into her nose, simply because his scent did stuff she didnt know of to her, but she couldn't, not because it was almost impossible not to breath for too long, but, her nose holes seemed to betray her as they unblushingly crave for more of his scent.
As she looked around the room though, she realized the magistrate and sole reason for the rapid and unfamiliar beat of her heart was nowhere around, she sighed audibly and tried to calm her neurons. Not exactly sure, why the mere thought of him in the context amyrah put him was causing her such restlessness.
She turned to go, atleast, she'd have an excuse to present to her persistent mind, when it questions her on why she wouldnt bid faruk good bye before going for lectures.
He wasn't around. She assured herself, when somewhere, deep there, she knew she was avoiding him to almost an edge.
Something at her perpheral view, grabbed her attention, and made her pause before she shut the outlet.
She ambled towards the open cabinet, some voice in the veins of her legs vouched her to halt, turn around and go for her classes, but her inquisitiveness was at a brim, and on the verge of dropping little by little.
She finally stood, an inch higher than the open shrank. She knew his words rang in her head,
I wouldnt want you touching those.
But they didnt matter, it was opened and calling unto her, beckoning and summoning her for answers to the every question that lay unanswered in faruk's gestures, waving at her to find the slightest hints relating to his gentle gaze and calm ambience.
She didnt think otherwise as she gently dragged open the shrank further, the dusty rectangular box caught her attention and without more filmy thoughts, she pulled it open, and she froze.
YOU ARE READING
A Lesson Or A Blessing.
Mystery / ThrillerMuneenah yaseer sheikh, I don't promise you a bed filled with roses, I also don't expect you to expect a tub filled with milk and roses, I don't pledge to you a marriage life filled with love and fiction, We're gonna fight, but at the end of the day...