Guys....I AM BACK! My exams are finally done. Phew. My fingers have got a dent because of the writing. Anyway the difficult part is OVER! THIS IS PROBABLY THE MOST LATE UPDATE I HAVE EVER DONE IN MY WHOLE LIFE. ANYWAY I AM SO EXCITED FOR THIS BOOK CAUSE I HAVE A LOT OF THINGS TO ADD. HOPE YOU WOULD LIKE IT- AND PLS PLS PLS VOTE AND COMMENT- IF YOU WANT TO OFC- CAUSE THAT REALLY MAKES MY DAY. Okay enough of my rant. Happy reading!
U M É M A' S P O V
"I'll miss you." I hugged my mom. I really don't want to leave her.
"Honey, you're not going for years. It's just a matter of a week." She smiled at me. It feels like three centuries to me.
"I'll miss you too!" I gave Nada a bone-crushing hug.
"I'll miss you too, Ummi," she replied back with the same enthusiasm.
"A week." I sighed. "I really don't want to go." I shook my head.
"Wh—"
"Because of Shariq," I whined, not forgetting to lower my voice.
"It's just a week," she spoke dismissively.
"That's the point! It's a freakin' week," I stressed. "I'll miss the sweets and desserts made by you." I shed a fake tear.
"Awww... I'll cook them and eat in your memory, and I'll send you pictures too." She laughed.
Today was the day I was going to leave my family and join my other family, according to Mom, that is.
"Come on now, your saiyyan is waiting for you," she ushered, looking at Shariq, who was talking to Fahad about where the wedding is and all that stuff. (Beloved.)
"Nada, don't, please," I pouted. "I don't even know why he came to pick me up. I'm not a baby!" I rolled my eyes at him.
"But you're his wife," she postulated.
"Ugh, whatever." I rolled my eyes again. "Anyway, I expect good news from you when I return." I winked at her.
"Your brother is calling you, go," she uttered with a stern face.
"Of course, you would know that your husband is calling me, after all—"
"Shut up, Ummi. Go bother your husband," she said, making me gasp.
"Na—"
"Uméma, won't you bid me goodbye?" I heard Fahad's voice.
"For now, your husband saved you, but I'll take my revenge later." I glared at her playfully.
"Fahad, of course, I'll miss you." I hugged my brother. "How will I not?"
"I'll miss you too." He smiled at me.
"Come on, now let her go. She will be back in three weeks. And Shariq will take good care of her," Mom came forward. "Won't you, Shariq?" She turned towards a confused Shariq.
"Uh—of course, I will take good care of—" There was a pause. God, this guy is gonna waste all my efforts; now Fahad will surely kn— "my wife," he completed. Phew, I thought he was gonna blow our cover. Even though it was a little cheesy, it's fine as long as Fahad doesn't suspect anything. I'm okay with that.
"Aww, wasn't that cute?" Nada whispered in my ear.
"Shush, Nada. He probably said that because Fahad was present."
"Already getting defensive, huh? I see." She wiggled her eyebrows.
"Of course, you would." Mom smiled at Shariq.
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A Delightful Tragedy
Romance"I hate you! Actually scratch that. I loath you." "Well, let's see for how much more time you will hate me, ohh, wait scratch that loath me, right?" This is the story of Uméma Layla Sheikh and Shariq Majnu Hadid who hates each other's guts. But wha...
