"There's nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be..."
"This story is a gripping tale of desire , jealousy , and unforgettable characters as real as the emotions that bring them together"
This is a story about Khadija afrah and afaan...
"Wake up, Matar Naseer" I whispered, gently nudging her. She snuggled closer, fluttering her lashes before squeezing her eyes shut.
"Noooo Mijin Khadija , I'm too tired, Wallahi," she mumbled.
"Fine, I'll just go alone," I teased.
In a flash, she bolted up and stumbled toward the bathroom.
This girl will be the death of me, I thought, shaking my head.
"TH!" she called, interrupting my thoughts.
"Yes?"
"Can you please pass me my towel?"
I smirked, dragging myself off the bed to fetch her precious towel. in quotes, because she loved that thing to death. I knocked on the bathroom door, and she cracked it open just enough to stick out her hand.
"Miko mini mana."
"Nope. You did this on purpose so I'd have to bring it. Might as well let me in and do my job," I waggled my eyebrows, grinning.
"Please, Babe ! I swear, this wasn't a plot to seduce you! I came here with pure intentions, Wallahi!"
I stifled my laughter. Pure intentions? She always got flustered when it came to intimacy, despite all her boldness. I decided to let it go this time, handing her the towel before heading to my room for a quick shower. --- Afrah's POV When I finished, I slipped into a body-hugging red gown and draped a coffee-brown veil over it.
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I headed downstairs to whip up a quick breakfast: club chicken sandwiches and coffee with latte.
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