Atifa's pov :
A searing body pain woke me up. Groaning, I sat up, finding myself on the single bed. As memories rushed to me, I quickly looked around, trying to find him. My head spinned with even the slightest moment. But to my dismay, there was no one in the room.
Feeling my throat parched, I made my way to the kitchen quietly. Finding the house empty, a dejected and frustrated sigh escaped my lips as I accepted the fact that it was just a dream. That he wasn't actually here and it was just a figment of my imagination.
Leaning my head back on the couch, I closed my eyes, trying to recall my dream.
The sound of the door clicking made me knit my brows. Ammi was supposed to come back around Magrib and Amira didn't have keys to come in herself. Who was it?
My eyes snapped open as I jumped up at the realisation that someone just entered our house. Someone who wasn't ammi or Amira. Fear gripped my heart as I squeezed my eyes shut, scolding myself for being so irresponsible.
My back was turned to the door as I tried to find something to attack the intruder with. Not getting anything else around me, I hastily grabbed a vase from the table. Clutching it tightly in my hands, I got ready to attack the intruder.
"Oh you are up alhamdulillah!" Wait. Wasn't this his voice? He was actually here? What was he even doing here? Wasn't he in Suva?
I squeezed my eyes shut as realisation dawned on me. No way! That wasn't actually my dream? Oh my God! This was so embarrassing. Ya Allah why did this always happen to me?! Why do I always have to do something like this? Why hadn't I gone to the Bermuda triangle yet, again?
Coming in front of me, he raised a brow at the vase clutched in my hands. Smiling sheepishly, I immediately dropped it beside me on the couch before looking away, embarrassed. What even happened to me?
"How... Did you come in here?" I knitted my brows, thousands of questions circling my mind.
"Oh, I got your keys with me." He dangled our house keys in front of me, a sheepish smile on his face.
"How? And why?" I glanced at him.
"I will tell you everything in detail, but for now, let's have our lunch." Keeping a paper bag on our coffee table, he gently grabbed my arm, guiding me to sit on the couch.
"But I'm not hungry." I scrunched my nose at the thought of upcoming nausea.
"And why is that so?" Sitting beside me, he grabbed the paper bag before taking out two containers from it.
"I will start feeling nauseous if I eat anything. So leave me and have your food." I got up from the couch.
"Oh hello madam! You aren't going anywhere. You will eat with me. I don't care about whatever you feel. If you feel like throwing up, you can throw up after having lunch, I won't say anything. Ye jo tum behosh hui thi na, ye kamzori ki wajah se hui thi. To mere saamne koi bahana banane ki zarurat nahi hai. Sidhe se aake baitho aur ye soup piyo. Mama ne banaya hai." Pulling me back to sit next to him, he scolded me, making me look at him in shock, my mouth agape. How could he even...?
(You fainted because of your weakness. So no need to make any excuse in front of me. Come, sit here and have this soup. Mama made it.)
Narrowing my eyes at him, I folded my arms. How could he even scold me like that? How dare he do that! "Mujhe kuch nahi khana. And how dare you scold me like that?"
(I don't want to eat anything.)
"You don't want me to scold you more, right? If not then keep quiet and have this." He handed me a bowl, his gaze stern as he glared at me, daring me to go against him.
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Unexpected Promises
Spiritual(EDITED) "Ok ma'am, maybe you are right. But what do you want from me? Why have you even kidnapped me?" I glared at her, annoyed. I can't believe I'm agreeing with her right now. "Oh nothing much baby boy, I just want you to get married to my daugh...
