I grab Tooba's hand as we approach the 'Harder and Faster' strip club chain. I feel nervous. I don't know what to expect. Tooba guides me into a hidden staircase and we walk down it. The music is so loud it makes my head ache. As we approach the dancefloor, I see masses of people bopping around me. Must be popular, I think.
'Drink?' Tooba hands me a small glass with golden liquid in it.
'Err.. no, I'm okay,' I give her a weird look. I didn't expect her to be the alcohol type. But who am I to judge when I've ended up here as well? My mum would be so disappointed in me. No, not disappointed, more like 'you fucking prick I'm sending you to boarding school in North Korea!' I shiver at the thought of her finding out.
I grab a can of coke, and open it. As I turn around, someone crashes into me and my drink spills all over my dress. Why do liquids love to spill on me?
'Oh shittt, I am so sorry!' A guy with green eyes says apologetically.
'I would say it's fine, but what am I supposed to wear now?' I frown, looking down at the mess.
'Well, you are at a strip club... So uhh, strip?' He looks at me and suddenly his eyes are filled with lust.
'I've never done this before...' My cheeks heat up but he probably can't see it. I cannot believe I am actually in this situation. Who would have guessed?
'Come, it's not that bad,' he assures me, taking my hand and leading me towards the back where there's fewer people.
'I don't really want to be naked around random people,' I admit, suddenly not feeling the clammy liquid on my dress. It must have dried by now.
'Okay, well let's start with less people. How about... just me?'
Zainab is your typical 'fake' Muslim, in New York, and surrounded by the most tempting of distractions. If she lets herself fall for them, will anything good come out of it?
(filled with unexpected plot twists and relatable scenarios)
WARNING: THEMES OF RAPE, DRUGS, ALCOHOL, AND SEX
"Everybody has a chapter they don't want to read out loud"~a.n
"You will do it. You have to teach me. I will make you do it." He took a step toward me. I didn't stepped back, expressing that I was not afraid, ready for anything.
"I will inform the Principal that you have caused another plight. And he will blindly accept it. And threw you out of his college." He threatened me. His lips tugged up to evil smirk.
He stepped back, making measurable distance between us. I breath out a sigh of relief.
"And you are already a transfer student. You might have no career ahead." He finished, as the smirk playing on his lips grew wider.
He really have lost his sanity, didn't he?
"Do you really believe, that I will be terrified with your empty threats." I narrowed my eyes at him. My growing lava of rage from the past days over took, ready for a rupture. I won't back out this time.
"Never!" I screamed at out of my lungs.
"I have went through hell! And I can start from scratches again." I spat at him and tried to walk pass him. As I said 'tried'
He grabbed my arm, pulled me back harshly. I stumbled back prevented myself from falling. His smirk faded away, giving space to a deep scowl. My elbow started growing in deep pain.
You are stronger than this.
"You have not even witnessed hell. Blue. But if you walk pass me, ignore my demand again, I will make sure that you engross every part of hell. Blue." He warned me, but he didn't know what I have faced.
"I dare you Damon!" with that said I left the room. Leaving him alone once again
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This is a story about a broken heart bad boy and a miserable life of a muslim girl. Will she ever be able to cure his broken heart and fix her life with him? Or things will take a new turn, and they will be drowned in unpredictable tragedy.