MILK & WINE

MILK & WINE

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Dec 21, 2022
"I. Want. You." These words kept playing in my head like a broken record. What does that mean? His eyes looked so devious when he said that. A shiver ran down my spine remembering how cold his eyes were. I washed away my face pack and proceeded to scrub my body. I stepped out of shower, fastening the bath robe around my waist. I flipped my hair and wrapped dupatta around my head, dabbing it to dry my hair "I want you." I heard a voice too familiar in my ears. I whipped my head around to see pair of black eyes looking into mine. I was about to scream my lungs our when it disintegrated in thin air however whispers were still ringing in my ears. I turned back to mirror to see cold sweat beaded on my forehead. I wiped it away with tissues on the basin. I tried to regulate my heartbeat by placing my palm on my heart and breathing deeply. I was getting vibes that something unpleasant is about to happen. Sometimes you just rub your palms and wish that you didn't do something. A restless urge to undo something that impacted your life so much. Same is the case with Fatima. She wishes that she could just go back in time and never meet Ahmed Ali Rizvi again. If only she could just plainly undo him. #01 in #ChasingLove #01 in #RunningAway
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A few minutes into the walk, I heard footsteps shuffling behind me. I tensed up and halted in my tracks. My heart began to pound violently in my chest. I felt too afraid to even do anything. I stayed glued to my spot, but that didn't stop the footsteps from approaching. Mustering all of the courage left in me, I spun around and to my utmost horror, two men - more like thugs were standing just few inches away from me. Ya Allah, please protect me! I don't want to die like this. I spun back around and started walking, my pace increasing rapidly. "Hey! Where the f*** do you think you're going, bit**" One of the men slurred. By the tone of his voice, I could tell he was tipsy or high. The rate of my fear intensified. MANAL ❤ ©2019

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