U M É M A' S P O V
"Calm the heck down, Uméma." Shariq held my elbow dragging me to sit back on my seat as I had almost stood up at my place. "Ya Allah, this girl will surely cause an accident." I heard him mutter to himself as he AGAIN pulled the car at the side.
"Stop it, Shariq! It's not me who is going to a new place to meet new people and already have some haters, even though I haven't met them." Nevertheless, I sat back on my seat after looking at his horror-stricken face. My life is too precious.
"Uméma, why don't you understand that just one of my Aunt is not happy with you!"
"Didn't you say a few?"
"I mean- uhm- yaa- one or two more." I heard his low voice.
"WHY?! WHAT WRONG DID I DO?!" I shouted out of frustration.
"Relax, I guess my Aunt may not be happy."
"Why do you guess that she won't be happy?" I folded my hands across my chest.
"Let me explain you everything-"
"Finally some brain he uses." I muttered to myself.
He glared at me and slide his shades against his eyes and had almost started the ignition when I jerked him back by pulling his shoulder.
"What?! Are you not gonna tell me?" I questioned him hysterically looking at his face.
"Nope." He spoke nonchalantly as he took MY water bottle and guzzled all the contents down his throat.
"Why?" I whined. "Also, that was mine." I snatched the bottle from him.
"Cause I don't have brains, according to a certain person." He gave me a tight lipped smile.
"And you say that I am a drama queen." I groaned. "I am sorry that I offended you. Now will you please enlighten me with the information that you have?" I gave him a sickeningly sweet smile, sarcasm dripping voice.
"You need to admit, that I am the most handsome guy you have ever met." He prodded. Cue the facepalm.
"Sorry I don't lie." I leaned back in my seat moving my gaze away from me.
"Fine then, your loss."
"AND IF SOMETHING HAPPENS TO ME, THEN I WILL SLAUGHTER YOU, DO YOU GET THAT?!"
"Why would something happen to you?" I could hear amusement in his voice. This guy finds anything funny.
"What if that Aunt of yours tries to kill me?" I looked at him helplessly.
"If only you would've gotten this worried about why your brain is dumb, things would have been so different." He again started the car. "Nothing will happen to you, Uméma."
"What guarantee do you have?" I threw a menacing glare towards his direction.
"Can't you see your handsome of a husband sitting beside you for that?"
"Well, I don't see Francisco Lachowski here." I moved my gaze here and there pretending to look for my imaginary husband. Oof- Francisco Lachowski is a piece of art, a dashing model, also my husband- an imaginary one though. Although he is married but never mind.
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A Delightful Tragedy
Любовные романы"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...
