4015 days with Sadan.
- LECTURES 282
- Votes 20
- Chapitres 7
*Meet Sama Rasheed, witty, feisty, hot headed, brave and cheeky. She speaks her mind and doesn't care about what others have to say about her. She is lively and talks non stop, eats like a cow and always has a 1oo watt smile ready for the haters. Then there is Sadan Rasheed, her twin brother who was older than her by a minute, she loves him fiercely and would do anything for him. On one fateful night, her world comes tumbling down, her life comes to a half, she blames herself, but maybe it was how twisted her fate was. She lost her brother and lost a part of herself. Will she be able to move on and be the same person everyone adored? Can she fight the demons of her past so she can have her peace of mind? Will she live a little, smile broadly and be strong ever again?*
'Cold. That was all I felt as I jerked awake from my sweet slumber. "What the hell?!" I shrieked as I saw Sadan hovering over me with, now an empty glass. "Don't tell me you just threw cold water on my face on a sunday morning!" I yelled at him. Sadan smiled sheepishly at me before making a run for it, but not before I extended my leg and tripped him as he fell on the ground with a thud.
"You better pray to Allah, I don't destroy this ugly face of yours that even mom won't acknowledge you as her own son" I said through gritted teeth as I jumped on his back and he yelped. I must way a ton, considering the fact that the only thing I always eat is CAKE. Kidding. Anything edible is my boo. I smirked evilly as I heard Sadan beg for mercy. "No.You.Don't." I curtly replied as I shouted like a mad native Indian and started bashing his head with my pillow.'
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