U M É M A' S P O V
"Shariq! Shariq! Shariq!" I chanted.
"What, woman?" I heard him groan.
"I am hungry. Please stop the car somewhere." I babbled as my energy went down and down.
"Ya Allah, Uméma sabr karo. Even I am hungry and driving too. You're there just sitting still." How dare he? (Have patience)
"Shariq, how dare you?!" I gritted my teeth at him.
"Uméma, you have already spoilt my brain a lot with your hunger-rant. I am not ready to listen another one."
"Your brain is already spoiled. I can't spoil the thing which is already spoiled." I rolled my eyes at him.
"Look who's talking about brains." I heard him scoff.
"The one who has brains. Unlike some people." I gave him a look.
"Uh-please, I have a brain that's why I am capable of taking over Dad's company. Unlike some people." He reciprocated the look.
"Oh really? Well be glad that an outstanding future interior designer is sitting next you."
"And guess what?-"
"Don't wanna guess." I interrupted him.
"-A future business tycoon is sitting next to you."
"Talk about narcissism." I huffed looking at him.
"And talk about repudiation." He crowed. "Idiot, you're in denial." Sarcasm dripping his voice.
"Just like you think that you're smart." I folded my hands across my chest.
"Uméma, do you know anything except quarrelling? Cause I don-"
"Yes. This." I hit him at the back of his head.
"Why are you so violent?! We would've gotten into an accident because of your stupid act." He gave me a horrified look.
"I am gonna die anyway. Let me die with satisfaction that I had hit you."
"Stop talking nonsense. You are not gonna die-"
"I am. Because of starvation."
"Shut up Uméma, we have reached Big Burger's drive thru, couldn't find something better than this though." He removed his Ray-Ban and finally I got a look of his amber eyes not that I was dying to look at them.
"Hush, at least some burger in stomach. Finally." I sighed out if relief. I was already famished cause now it was FOUR O'CLOCK since then the last snickers. I hadn't eaten anything and couldn't too cause we were on the highway and there's nothing to eat or buy at it.
"So. . . What do you want to have?"
"A medium burger, nuggets and fries. Yes that would be it." Yes I can eat that much.
"Are you sure you will finish all that?"
"Of course I can." I beamed at the thought of food. "ATLEAST WHEN I HAVE STARVED THROUGH THE WHOLE DAY!" I screeched.
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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...
