We arrive at the country house that we will be staying at. Bhaiyha suggested it would be better if Hamid took resident at another place, so he left after exchanging his phone number with me.
Bhaiyha, Aisha and Ami have gone over to Zunair's house where Daddy has already arrived. I wanted to go, as they will be discussing my matter but Bhaiyha insisted I stay home.
So now I am getting ready to head out to buy new bedsheets and curtains as the ones in my room are a bit old. I change into my black and green cotten salwar kameez. I wrap the dupatta around my head tightly and secure it in place with pins. I head out grabbing my black handbag along with the house keys. I make my way to the taxi stand I saw on the street.
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"Yes, don't worry I have done the shopping." I inform Hamid on the phone.
"I can come pick you up, I am not far from this market, I am now sitting in the car and on my way" he tells me, as I head to the park for a short cut to the road.
"Okay, then I will come out to the main road, I am just crossing through
the park. "
I notice something moving in the shadow of the trees, it takes me a while to recognize the face, as the evening is starting to darken.
"Hamid, I can see Zunair, he is here." I whisper into the phone as I carry on walking.
"Just keep walking straight, don't look at him love, I am just ten minutes away."
Before I can answer him, I am pulled back, thrown into the brick wall. I am pushed with such a force that I feel my back kameez rip, along with it my skin peels. I cry out with pain, all my belongings are thrown across the grass along with my cellphone.
Zunair stands tall in front me,
"You think you will get married to someone else and I won't say anything. You are mine and I don't just hand my things to over", Zunair says with fire burning in his eyes.
"I am not your thing!" I exclaim, and pounce on him, to push him away.
But I am nothing against him, with his force he throws me back against the wall again.
" You think you are so good, with your muslim rules and stuff". He whispers into my ears, pinning my body back with his body.
In a sudden moment he pulls my dupatta from my head and tosses it on the ground, the pins scratch my neck in the process. My tears start to flow down as I plead him to stop.
" Please, just let me go."
"Don't worry , I will let you go ,when I am done, I followed you here for a reason and I am not stopping now",
He drags his hands from my face down to my shoulder, then pulls at the selves, making it rip ,I scream with agony.
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Hamid is ten minutes away. ..a lot can happen in ten minutes. .....will update after 2 days.....
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Its a sad mood but to make it a bit happy going to share a poem Liybha wrote, one that always brings up her spirit. .hope it will help you too...
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A girl, a boy
At different times
On different days
In another place faraway
Lay awake at night, feeling the ever presistance presence of one other
No title, no identity, no name just a flatter of the hearts
Their souls moan,cry, scream and leap in joy together
Yearning to unite again
But this time forever
For there will come a time when paths will cross
Promises will be made
Souls will unite
Hearts will be exchanged
But until then they wait for that perfect moment,
When life will blossom in the darkness of there life
For they know out there awaits the very reason of their existance
YOU ARE READING
Fated
RomanceA story of a 21 year old muslim girl called Liybha who lives in New Zealand. She is engaged to a business man's son. But her heart and soul has been long claimed by Hamid. A friendship from her childhood who she left behind in Pakistan. But fate...
