A Lesson Or A Blessing.

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The last chapter got quite some comments, oh blast me with more😂💌

Previously on IELB
muneenah figured out faruk is, or might be her childhood friend, the childhood friend she'd hold unto for so long from a picture we have next to no clue about, we had seen a completely new side of muneenah, seeing her fight against her barriers as she realizes she has feelings for faruk, after that been said, do you think faruk feels the same? We also know about a deceased brother of faruk, who is he? And why did his death change faruk as said by amyrah?

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Dispute,

Uncover,

Mother.

"I've never done this in my life"

"Neither have I"

"Keep your eyes closed, we're almost there" she chided.

"This should be the seventh time you're telling me that"

She chose not to reply, when his voice found it's way to her ear,

"I personally dont understand the things you do to me" he mummered.

"Things, I'm surprisingly flattered"

"Not the things you are thinking---"

"We're here" she pushed open the wide portal, and took a deep breath as she pulled him into his compartment.

"You can open your eyes now" she said as she liberated his hands.

Together with him, she looked around the well cleaned and organized enclosed space , his eyes moved to the salmon lush looking carpet that rested few inches away from the cushioned bench that sat adjacent to where the large window was framed.

She had spent her evening, putting the whole compartment in place, with the help of a female artisan, who ukhtee provided her with.

The glass cupboard that he could remember so clearly hitting with his instrument, was fixed just in a corner curved by the building. New and emitted..

As his eyes moved to the revamped nature of the interior, he couldn't help the painful memories that swerved everywhere across the room, like the memories he had placed in his box, this, was a piece of memory he chose to close and discard, with the same reverence the ashes of a beloved was dismissed.

Just as how each death, came with sorrow and pain this was no less than the demise of someone great, gives off a feeling so crunching.

"How do you like the surprise?" He heard her voice, waking his inner self.

Something churned within him, craving for annihilation, it was a raging sea of what seemed to be anger, without him realizing the terrific creature he had suddenly become, he got a hold of her wrist, his face something along the spectrum of melanin mixed with red, his fist clenched against her wrist, she turned in an obvious manner,feeling the blockage of blood that was starting to seem unusual in his hold.

"Why did you touch my stuff?" Cold as an ice, his voice was, sharp as a knife, it held a rough hard edge, squintted like a worm, his eyes were,piercing directly into her soul.

She had never seen him like that.

Faruk was always calm, and composed, never practically angry.