Fated

Chapter - 21-Grief

Life Is going to be perfect. We are leaving for New Zealand next week and I will be the luckiest person in the world surrounded by people who love me.

I squinch my eyes open to see Hamid, out of bed and getting dressed. This makes me frown.

"What are you doing? " I demand sleepily.

"Come back to bed" I call out to Hamid as he is buttoning up his shirt.

He walks over to me, gives me a kiss beneath my ear.

" I have a meeting to attend love, I am already running late , but I promise love I will come back homs early and then we can go to out for lunch."

Hamid tells me as he moves to brush his hair.

But dejavu hits me and I get a really bad feeling in my stomach.

"Please don't go Hamid " I say sitting up.

"Love, it's okay, I will be back very soon" he tells me coming over, gives me hug, and places a soft kiss on my forhead. Yet the that feeling in my gut doesn't wash away.

"Hamid I have a really bad feeling just don't go." I say to him, eyes tearing up.

" Love, please don't cry. Just hold up I will get you water." Hamid says, giving me quick kiss on the cheek and then he heads out of the room.

I know it's silly but somthing is telling me to not let him go.

I hear a door shut loudly, my heart starts pounding with worry. I gather my self up and run out.

Only comming to a halt; when I see him standing with the fridge open. I rush to him immediately, and clutch to him with a hug.

" Hey, what's wrong Liybha? " Hamid asks pulling me back, to see my face.

"I thought you left when I heard the door bang." I tell him.

" Love, I would never leave like that. It was just Aunty. She came to give custard and I told her that you won't be going to work today because your not feeling well. Plus I phoned Uncle Irfan and took the day off. I am all yours love. " He explains, with a soft smile.

" I am sorry I ruined your meetings. "

" No, you didn't love. Liybha you always come above every work." He tells me.

I reach up to his lips, we both consume in a kiss which lights every corner of my soul.

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We spend the majority of the time watching tv shows as Christmas is near so all of them have mid-season finale. Of course in between we also fulfill our uncontrollable desires.

But I notice that Hamid is very careful, afraid that I will break any second. Even when we are watching his favorite show "The Walking Dead", I catch him sneaking looks at me.

He is really concerned for me. That feeling in my gut has not disappeared but it has surly dimmed.

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The phone ring digs into my ears. I open my eyes hazily. Hamid jerks up quickly, he takes the phone and heads out of the room so I could sleep.

I close my eyes and attempt to sleep but that feeling in my gut returns, this time it's really strong.

" Love, are you awake?" Hamid asks, placing his hand on my waist.

I turn around to face him now wide awake.

" I was Uncle Irfan, he wants me to come to work today. "

" Go Hamid, I am perfectly fine now. " I lie to him with a smile, because if I keep him again it would be selfish of me, plus Uncle has been so generous to us and he needs Hamid to help him with work.

" Okay then love go to sleep, but I promise I will call you every hour." Hamid promises, getting up to get ready for work.

I close my eyes and try to sleep as I hear Hamid getting ready for work.

" I am off now love." Hamid's voice flows to me. I snap my eyes open immediately and sit up on the bed.

" Do you have to go?"

" I can stay if you want." He says, taking in my hands in his.

" No, I am just being silly. " I tell him, ignoring the deep feeling. I pull him in, giving him a long kiss on the lips.

" I really think I should stay now. " Hamid says, when we pull apart, nearly out of breath.

" No, Hamid go." Nudging him of the bed.

He leaves our room only to return a few seconds later.

" Hamid. " I wail.

" I just came to say that I love you ." he tells me, love glowing in his eyes.

" I love you too." I tell him.

" I love you always. " he says to me, disappearing from view and then I hear the front door shut behind him.

Hamid truly loves me, not because he said so, but because he proves it to me every single day.

Since sleep is out of the question now I get up to tidy the room. It has only been around eight minutes since Hamid left. I am fixing the bedsheet when a loud banging erupts at the door.

I grab my abbya from behind the door, pull it over Hamid's soccer shirt. I then quickly wrap a black scarf and make my way to open the door.

I pull it open to see Danish standing with worry on his expressions.

" Hamid had an accident, his car crashed with the tramp on the road." Danish states.

My heart pounds, I feel weak as I try to process his words. He has to be okay. I run out bear feet, rushing down the stairs I run to the tamp crossing.

" Liybha stop!" Danish Bhai's voice screams behind me.

But I don't stop, tears are now streaming down. Please let me okay, I pray silently.

I see his car, crashed violently with the tramp. There is a fire truck, washing away the last of the flames.

I try to rush past the police tape, but a hand pulls me back. Danish Bhai hurls me around.

" I am sorry Liybha but he is dead."

I scream with agony, and drop on the ground, my knees hit the pebble ground with pain. But I don't care. I am all broken inside, my soul is burning wild inside this body.

No Hamid. No Hamid. No Hamid. These words echo around my head.

My whole world has collapsed. I fall back into the darkning oblivion, not caring if I get back up again. Yet strong arms reach out, gripping me before I hit the ground.

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Next update will be next week. .

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