She was broken
He was grieving
She lost her other half long back.
He lost a dear one recently.
Both blamed themselves entirely!
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Will they find peace in each other during this undeniably forlorn times?
With venom brewing in their souls and happy...
All the non-English word and Islamic term meanings will be given at the end of the chapter. Be sure to check that out.
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To heal a wound you need to stop touching it.
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RING RING RING
Gosh, what the heck is that noise! I turn on the other side and slam a pillow on my head but the noise wouldn't stop, ugh!
Anyhow, its probably time I wake up. I set aside my pillow and sit up on the bed grabbing my phone from the bedside table and switching all the five alarms. It was 7:55 am and I have to hurry up.
What? You can't expect someone to wake up at one alarm.
I push aside my comforter and stand up, stretching my body and moving my hands to crack away from the soreness. I then walk towards my ensuite washroom and have a quick 20 minutes bath. I wear my bath gown and stand in front of the mirror.
Today is the first day of my job. Internship but yeah it has the same feels like the first day of job. I have to try and work harder, it is probably time I put my years of studies to use. She wanted to work in business, she loved sitting and talking to dad about it. We were all sure she would be the best businesswoman out there, but I snatched her dream away, I am the reason she is 6 feet under. I just hope I make up for her, it would never be enough but at least in 0.01%, I would feel as if somehow they are seeing her instead of me.
I look down to see my hand holding the counter with a firmness which led to my hands becoming pale. I looked up just to see a tear making its way down my face. I let it pass, It was like I was letting my worries out. But I caught the very next tear and wiped it off, no more crying, its a waste of time.
I hastily rub my hair with the towel and start air drying. I had mid-back length hair. They were chocolate brown in color which I had inherited from my mother. I air dry till my hair becomes damp.
I then hung the damp towel on the railing of the counter and walked into my room. time to choose an outfit. I thought of preparing myself yesterday but I didn't have the motivation to do anything but complete reading The Fox. It was an interesting story. I go through some of my informal wear and found just the one.
I quickly put on my undergarments and proceed to wear a wide-leg high waisted velvet pink trousers and a basic white shirt. I put on a light blue thigh-length velvet top which had elbow length sleeve. I wear my pink wristwatch and grab a coral green clutch from the bag section. I put inside my phone, gum and car keys inside. I throw my clutch on the bed and remove a multi-colored hijab from the hijab section and keep it on my bed. I walked into the washroom again and air dry my hair a bit more and then comb them and tie them in a bun.
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I always felt that a tight bun underneath the hijab always kept my hijab stable for a longer period. And I didn't put a high bun, it was just in level with my lower head so that it doesn't appear like a hump.
