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...
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A smooth sea never made a skilled sailor.
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It was nearing to be half-past 8, it is when we have dinner. When I'll have to spill the beans and when my family decides whether I will be attending my job tomorrow or not.
I'm so damn stressed!
I woke up around 2 and had lunch with Ammi and bhabi and after that started studying for the finals which will be conducted after our internship which is of 6 months.
I look at the books and papers scattered around me. I was sitting on the ground with stress gnawing at my mind.
The stress of studies as well as of what is to come.
It will be fine Mika, whatever happens, It happens due to Allah's will! - I console my self.
I let out a sigh and drag myself to the bed for a much needed short nap. It was 7 pm now, I could sneak in a 20 min rest. I snuggle into my soft sheets and close my eyes not before setting an alarm.
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It was 8 pm now. I slept for 1 hour.
I hurriedly get down my bed and rush towards the washroom to freshen up. I quickly do my business and attend to my unruly hair. They weren't curly rather they were wavy and I loved them.
I quickly comb my hair and braid it into a french braid. The few strands that sneak out frame my face.
I apply a bit of lip balm and walk out of the washroom.
I change my clothes into a Micky mouse full sleeve tee and black tights which go under the long grey jersey skirt. I put on on some socks and grab a red hijab to wrap around my neck.
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I didn't have to cover my hair since all the men in the house were my mahrams.
I quickly shift my books to the corner of the room and tidy it up a bit before walking downstairs to the kitchen. I saw Aunty rushing around and quickly go over to help her. She gave me a grateful smile and I give mine in return.
I take over the plates and set up the table in the dining room. Osman and Owais were sitting on the couch in the hall and talking. It looked serious. I will ask Osman what happened later.
I keep the glasses and jug of water on the long table which could seat 8 people. "Please call ammi and abbu," I say to Osman and Owais.
I go upstairs to call Bhai and bhabi down. I knock their door and shout to them, "Dinner."
