"How are you sweety? " He asked.
"He's here. " A wisper came.
"where are you? "
" locked. "
"Where's mummy? "
"With him"
Izad Shah was always the infuriated and stubborn child, with a messed up past, still surviving a regretfull life, he aims...
A sharp pain, lighted through my finger. "Rayna, are you okay? " Asma asked, for hundrend time this morning.
"It's just a minor cut, I'll take care of it." I said, as Asma wiped the blood off my index finger.
"It's deep." She mummered, and went to get the first aid kit. She was right the cut was deep, and a bit of blood was sprinkled on the, onions I was slicing. Asma soon came and put a cotton pad on my finger. "You seem lost." she said, her eyes fixated on my finger. After she caught me with Izad, she's turned very skeptical and a bit cold towards me. Yea, I wasn't as honourable as I was before. I was married caught in an other man's arms, I wonder how harsh her emotions would turn when she'll know about Innaya and Izad. A cheater or whore, that's what girls like me, are called. She bandaged my finger, throwing the onions in basket and went back, to stirring the curry. Asma was a great support in these past years. She looked after me, taken care of Innaya as an Aunt, we had an emotional bonding and I was extremely grateful of it, but now, looking at her, when she can't meet my gaze for more then a minute, I felt a crack in our relationship. She didn't know the whole truth, how much She'll despise me when she'll know about Izad and me. "I'll stir the curry" I offered but she was quick to refuse.
"You should take some rest" she said, ignoring me.
"Are you mad at me? " She froze for minute, and tightly closed her eyes as if trying to process her thoughts. "I'm not mad Rayna, I have no right to."
"You are more like a sister to me." She shook her head, "I'm just trying to protect myself from the upcoming storm." I didn't know what she meant by the storm but I'm pretty sure, it was about Izad. "You should rest." I obliged this time, too exaushted by my own thoughts.
Walking in the room, I saw Innaya dancing to her favourite bear tunes, her chips scattered all around the floor, as she circled around the carpet, trying to match the steps the brown bear took in the TV. She may got my looks, but everything about her temper and personality was of Izad. Irritated at every small thing, hates being dictated anything, terrible eating habits and if she started talking by now, I'm pretty sure she would have got a sassy mouth like his. "Innaya stop baby" I commanded as she rush to cover the TV sensors so I couldn't turn it off. "Innaya get away." I scolded this time, but she glared me back, her brows scrunched. I hated how she resembles him. Anger rush through me, as I ran to jerk her hand away, and she started yelling and crying I turn the TV off ignoring her kicks and slaps I carried her to bed. "Behave, Innaya! " I sterned, locking her arms in my iron grip, her tantrums were getting out of control and she rarely keeps her hand to herself. I heared my phone, rang as soon my mind diverted from her. Picking it from the side table I saw Izad's name flashing through it. My blood froze as I attended his call. He remained silent for a second. "What happened to Innaya" my heart stopped at his words, he knew. Innaya's cries were loud enough to be heard through the call. "why's she crying Rayna?" he yelled this time. My tongue got heavy all of the sudden, unable to move or form words. "Pack her bags, I'm taking my daughter."
"Izad? " I mummered but he cut his call immediately.
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