Forbidden Love... In Dubai

Chapter Twenty Five - Arguments

Chapter Twenty Five - Arguments

[Farheen]

"Umm.. Afra I don't think I wanna go out anywhere today. I'm not feeling well..." I lied.

"Are you sick? If you're not going, neither am I," she firmly said.

"No Afra. You should go and enjoy, don't worry about me. I'll be fine," I lied.

"I'm not going Farheen. I'm coming to check on you in an hour. Bye." She hung up.

What did I do? I ruined her day because of my stupid lie. I just didn't want to see him...

I took a shower and got ready. I told Mum Afra was coming. I told Maria to get the supplies ready and switched on the TV, changing channels without even seeing what was going on.

I was thinking about whether I should talk about it to Afra.

Finally she arrived. She rushed to me and fussed over how I should be on my bed, drinking hot cocoa and what not. I told her to stop worrying and that I was fine, just very tired.

"Didn't you sleep last night?" I noticed her eyes were puffy. She looked like she didn't sleep at all.

"Yes I did," she quickly said. She was obviously lying. She looked like she could use a good hour or two of sleep.

"Why were you awake?" I asked her. What was she hiding from me?

"Farheen! Ofcourse I slept yesterday. Can we go to bake now?" She turned away from me.

I was too tired to interrogate her any further. "Afra, listen. I think you should go meet the boys. Why should I spoil your day-"

"Forget it Far. I already told Dad that I'm not going because you aren't," she said.

"Why did you do that?!" She was letting her chance go because of me.

"Look, can we talk while the brownies bake? I'm hungry, I didn't have any breakfast," she complained.

We started preparing the items needed for the brownies. Mum came into the kitchen to say that she would be going out for a while with Zoya. So it was just me, Afra, Omar and Maria in the house.

I had so much fun with Afra. Baking really helped me get my mind off things. Or people. After saving the batter from Afra who threatened to finish it all up in a minute, I popped two filled trays into the oven. We were free for the next forty minutes.

As I walked out of the kitchen, I saw Omar talking to Afra, giving her a flirty smile. What's with him? Of all those years, why was he suddenly noticing Afra so much? He never took any interest in her until the past two days.

"What are you doing here," I said, breaking their stupid conversation.

"What's that got to do with you?" He replied.

"Go away," I said rudely, pushing him into his room. I don't know why, but I didn't like seeing Afra and Omar talking together, or even seeing each other. I just felt.. uncomfortable. Yeah, call me crazy.

"Let's go to my room," I called out to Afra who was looking at her phone. She nodded, not taking her eyes off.

I walked to my room, and jumped on my bed, waiting for her to come.

"Farhee-eeen!" She screamed as she ran into my room. I saw her eyes widen as she looked at me.

"What? What happened?" I got scared.

"Open your twitter," she screamed.

"Open my what?" I asked, confused.

"Twitter!!" She screamed again.