S H A R I Q' S P O V
This girl—wanting dessert in the middle of the night!
Still, I couldn't bear to make her sad. Seeing her upset over it wasn't something I wanted either.
"REALLY SHARIQ?!" Uméma screeched.
"Shush, quiet down a bit. Get ready before I change my mind." I moved towards the door.
"People are really changing huh." I heard her mutter discreetly. "Let's go." She chirped in before I could say anything.
"Why can't you just have an ice cream like a normal person?" I asked her sitting in the passenger seat.
"Do you mean to say that I am abnormal?" She gave me sharp look.
"Yeah, ever since I learned how to talk," I sniggered.
"Shut up Shariq! I am not in the mood of having ice cream. I want to have a
cake."
"Fine." I rolled my eyes.
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"Uméma!" I called out.
"What?" She jolted up from her sleep. We have been searching for a cake shop for the past twenty minutes when Uméma decided to dose off.
"Look, a pastry shop!"
"Really? Ye-"
"Sike! I was just kidding, there's a 24- hour store where I can see the ice cream refrigerator. Satisfy your cravings with an ice cream okay?"
"Shariq, do you even realize how evil you are?!" she snapped at me.
"Yes, a certain someone named Uméma has mentioned it before. Honestly, 'the pot calling the kettle black' fits perfectly here," I shot back.
"Shut up, Shariq!" She snapped me again with her favourite dialogue.
Later, we returned to the room, but a small part of me still longed to find a pastry shop.
T H E N E X T M O R N I N G
Everyone was gathered in the living room, and the place was alive with chatter. While everyone else looked fresh and lively, I felt utterly exhausted and sleep-deprived. Why, you ask? Because of Uméma. Not because she made me sleep on the floor, but because she was running through my mind all night.
She's been on my mind ever since, but yesterday, it was overwhelming.
Is is-it what I am thinking it could be? No no no no! My instincts always go wrong it isn't what I am thinking, it would be something else, it has to be!
I stepped away from everyone and called Rahim. I had met him through Mira and Nada, my classmates, and we'd been good friends ever since. I needed to talk to a guy about everything, so I figured, why not call Rahim? He's always been a chill person, someone who knows how to make everyone around him feel at ease.
"HELLOO???!!!" Came Rahim's, as usual, voice.
"Asalamualaikum!" I greeted.
"Now you're making me feel guilty that I said hello first." He huffed. Dramatic as ever.
"It's okay, Rahim. It's totally fine. You can just reply in return."
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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...
