20 | Rose Luxe
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Hooriya
As difficult as it gets to wake up at that time, I cannot deny that there's something soothingly calm about Fajr prayer. Sitting there on the jayi-namaaz (prayer mat) in the silence of the pre-dawn, relaxed the soul in a way that cannot be described in words.
But as I held up my hands in dua, I stared at the intricate dark mehndi designs on my hands, and tears automatically filled my eyes as a strange fear gripped me. Ya Allah, give Rida Phupho good health and a quick recovery. Ameen.
I wasn't selfish. I knew and understood- and agreed with- the priorities. But the fear was getting stronger by the moment. I stood up, and a thought occurred to me that this would have been my first Fajr prayer with him had things gone differently.
Oh, shut up, Hoor. Grow up. He didn't jilt you! His Phupho had a heart attack!
I folded the prayer mat and placed it into the wardrobe, before taking the dupatta off my head, and slipping the abaya off from over my night-suit. Placing both items in the wardrobe as well, I headed back to bed.
For a while I just lay there, staring blankly up at the ceiling as the darkness slowly faded away, letting through glimpses of light from the cracks in the curtains.
"Tumhari wajah se kisa ka dil toota hai. Tumhara bhi tootay ga." Zareena's words had made a home in my mind, and like squatters, they refused to leave.
*"Because of you someone's heart broke. Your heart will break too."
And as sleep slowly engulfed me in its comforting grip, the shadows of nightmare yanked me roughly, with a face haunted me even as I slept: eyes heavily adorned by eyeliner, dark red lips, mane of wild brown locks, pale face and that dark robe.
*
I woke up a few hours later and as I turned off the alarm on my phone, I saw an email from Lena Brooklyn, the lecturer who would be training me from September.
To: Hooriya Rehan
From: Lena Brooklyn
Subject: English Workshops!
Dear Hooriya,
I am writing to invite you to the English workshops we will be hosting during the next few weeks, for first year students joining our course from September!
I have attached the details to this email, but if you want, you can come and see me in my office today between 12:00-14:00, and we can further discuss this.
This would be a good opportunity for you to get to know your colleagues, and find out further about the course.
Please reply via this email or on WhatsApp on my number.
Kind regards,
Lena Brooklyn
I had known about these workshops. Lena had mentioned them to me before, but I didn't think I would be attending with the wedding and all. I knew that, naturally, the Valima was going to be cancelled today. I could visit Farhaan's family with my parents to ask about Rida Phupho, and then go to university later?
I replied to her on WhatsApp.
<Hooriya: Hi Lena! Sure, I'll come around 13:30, if that's okay?>
I had to distract myself. There was no point in me letting my fear and paranoia destroy my positive thinking. I had to stop thinking of myself as the girl whose wedding was called off.
<Lena Brooklyn: Absolutely! See you then, Hooriya!>
I performed my morning routine and went downstairs where I found Mama alone at the breakfast table. "Assalam Alaikum."
"Walaikum Assalam." She replied, giving me a small smile.
"Where's everyone?" I asked.
"Arsalan is upstairs reading, Haya is still asleep and Rohaan went out to play football." She replied. "Your Papa went to meet Faiz Bhai at the hospital to ask about Rida Appi."
"I thought we were all going to go?"
"The hospital doesn't allow too many visitors, so he'll just be meeting Faiz Bhai outside the hospital itself. We'll go see Anaya Bhabi later, probably early evening."
"Okay, well I'm going to the university for a while. There will be some English workshops that I'm invited to be a part of, so..." I placed both hands on my the table and stared down at them with pursed lips.
"Hoor, stop stressing." She, naturally, understood my inner thoughts as she always had. "But I think that's a good idea. It sounds fun as well!"
I gave her a small smile. "It will give me some idea as to what I'm going to be facing in September, In Sha Allah." I pushed aside the nagging thoughts that I was meant to be preparing for my Valima tonight.
'They plan, and Allah plans. And Allah is the best of planners.'
Sometimes we plan things based on what we feel is the right timing, and the plans don't come through as intended. Sometimes, we later realise that the diversion from our plans was probably for the best. In fact, it's always for the best. We just don't realise it then, no matter how much we try to come up with the answers. I had to remind myself of that repeatedly.
*
Mama, Haya and I arrived at Farhaan's parents' house an hour later, after Mama had confirmed with Anaya Aunty that she was home.
"Faiz has always been really close to his sister. In fact, he has often acted as a parental figure to them. It was a real shock when we received the news that Rida had a heart attack." Anaya Aunty looked in shock even now as she told us.
Ifra brought in a tray of tea for us and set it down on the table.
"There was no need for this." Mama told Anaya Aunty and Hareem Khalla softly. "It really pained me to hear about Rida Appi. She's always been like a big sister to me."
"May Allah give her a quick recover. Ameen." Hareem Khalla said.
"Ameen." We all repeated.
We stayed there for a long time; long enough that I realised that I had to leave to meet Lena Brooklyn. My mother and Haya were going to stay behind, as per Hareem Khalla's request.
I gave my mother-in-law a hug. "In Sha Allah, she'll get better soon. Convey my regards and best wishes to her."
"Of course, sweetheart." Anaya Aunty whispered.
I said goodbye to everyone and headed out. Haya was going to drive Mama back home, so I decided to get an Uber.
Lost in my thoughts, I got into the back seat of the cab that I had booked, when a car horn made me look out out of the window. Farhaan had just pulled up into the driveway and had gotten out of his car, glancing towards my cab.
"Sorry, just a second." I told the cab driver, before getting back out of the car. "Assalam Alaikum."
"Walaikum Assalam." Farhaan walked over. "You were here and you're leaving and I didn't even know?"
"We just came to see Anaya Aunty to ask about Rida Aunty." I explained.
He glanced towards the cab. "You can cancel it. I'll drive you wherever you need to go."
"It's okay. I'm going to university. Your family needs you right now. Take care of them." I placed a hand on his upper arm, before turning to get back into the cab.
"Hoor, pareshan matt ho. There's absolutely nothing that you need to worry about in regards to our marriage." His words shed a little light of comfort on me, making me feel instantly better.
*"Hoor, don't worry."
I smiled weakly at him. "I know. Allah Hafiz, Farhaan."
"Allah Hafiz."
I got in the cab and he closed the door for me. I smiled at him again as the cab driver pulled away and out of the driveway.
*
"So we're going to have different workshops in different seminar rooms. People who have signed up for these workshops have been assigned into small groups, and throughout the weeks, they'll get plenty of chance to go through each workshop." Lena explained to me. "For example, there is a workshop dedicated to female writers who were way ahead of their times. Or how classic characters have influenced modern storytelling."
"I would love to attend these workshops." I admitted.
She smiled. "I felt the same when I was doing this the first time." Her smiled widened as she glanced towards the doorway. "Mohib! I'm glad you're here! Look who will be helping us in the workshops!"
I turned my head and saw Mohib Naveed standing in the doorway, dressed in blue jeans, an olive green shirt and a brown flannel unbuttoned shirt.
He grinned as he saw me. "What a pleasant surprise!"
**Reminder: Mohib Naveed is the nephew of Miraal Hassan. Miraal Hassan is the author/co-editor of Rehan's in Unconditionally who was after him.**
I smiled back politely.
"Mohib will be dealing with the workshop that discusses how classic characters have influenced modern storytelling." Lena informed me.
"Can you think of an example?" Mohib asked me with a teasing smile.
I shrugged, pausing a few seconds to think. "Romeo and Juliet? How many times have the basic concept of their story been used in various forms? The concept of two warring families and a couple finding love amongst the hatred?"
"Excellent example." He nodded. "My favourite example is Dracula. Could we argue that all this popular vampire culture have existed if Bram Stoker hadn't thought of Dracula?"
"Would you like to help Mohib with his workshop, Hooriya?" Lena asked me.
Honestly speaking, I was fascinated by this topic. "Sure."
"Come on. Let me show you what I have prepared." Mohib looked at me, gesturing his arm towards the doorway of Lena's office.
I stood up and he led the way out with quick strides. I had to rush to catch up to him.
"What's your favourite book?" He asked me, glancing down at me as we walked down the hall.
"I have too many to count." I shrugged. "But I have a special soft spot for Jane Eyre."
"One of my favourite authors is Qanoot. Her works are mind-blowing, especially her descriptive writing, Ma Sha Allah."
*Dedicated to qanwritesalot. Her books were one of the first books I read on Wattpad, and it was such a great moment when I realised that she was reading my books.*
"Do you write?" He asked me.
I shrugged. "Just for myself." I thought about the silly little one-shots I had written on a blue-green-eyed hero. Even my writing was dedicated to him and him only.
We arrived at his office, and he started showing me the documents that he was preparing for the workshop. I started looking through the paperwork, losing myself in it. It was all so interesting to me! I then started looking around his office, and approached the bookshelf when I spotted a familiar book. "Do you read his work?" I picked up the copy of Blood Crimes by Rehan Tariq, fingering my dad's name with pride.
"Of course. He's a brilliant writer, Ma Sha Allah." He approached me, standing close enough for our arms to brush.
I immediately stepped back and put the book back in the shelf before walking away from him, putting sufficient distance between us. "How can I help in this workshop?"
But he didn't answer my question. Rather, he was staring at my hands. "Special occasion?"
I frowned in confusion and followed his gaze and saw me mehndi-covered hands. "Umm... yeah, something like that."
He walked towards me, and leaned on the desk, his hazel eyes staring at my face with scrutiny. "Do you like classical romance, Hooriya? The kind where there's courtship, a shy period where the couple get to know each other but with little to none physical contact? Do you like how some classical authors can write an epic chemistry between the couple without them even touching?"
I didn't know why he was even asking such a question. Why was he being so inappropriate and making me feel uncomfortable? Maybe I shouldn't work with him on this workshop. I should ask Lena if I can help her out instead!
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to overstep my boundaries." He stood up straight, clearing his throat.
"I should get back to Lena." I turned to exit the room.
"Hoor, are you okay?" His voice stopped me in my tracks.
Hoor? Why is he calling me Hoor? My hands curled into fists and my jaw clenched. "It's Hooriya. And I'm fine, thanks."
"You seem a little upset."
"I'm not." I shook my head, keeping my back towards him,
"Look." His footsteps were heard before he appeared to stand in front of me. "We're going to be colleagues. Sometimes it helps to talk it out with people you work with. It lightens the burden."
I looked up at him. The care and concern in his voice made me tempted to vent out to him. Sometimes when we find a sympathetic ear, all we want to do is pour our feelings out. But I had to remember that not everyone who seemed sympathetic was genuine. I was not sharing my life problems with a stranger, no way!
My expressions might have spoken even if my mouth had remained close, because his eyebrows furrowed in further worry, and he placed a hand on my elbow. "Hooriya, are you okay?"
I jerked my arm away, stepping back. "Please don't touch me." Shaking, I turned and ran out of the room, putting as much distance from him as possible.
We should set our boundaries clearly as to how a non-mehram should treat us. A non-mehram man should not feel comfortable enough to put his hand on me, no matter what his intention! I hoped that I had made myself very clear to him, so that he never dared due that again!
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I was feeling emotionally overwhelmed, and the sympathies of my family and loved ones were not helping. So I made a decision, and after consulting my parents about it, I was on my way.
I arrived at the Rose Luxe Bed & Breakfast with my overnight bag. I knew Farhaan wasn't here because he was with his family in this difficult time. Nervously, I approached the front desk and pressed the little bell on the counter.
Julia, the manager came to the desk with a customer-services smile on her face. Her eyes widened in surprise as she saw me. "Miss Hooriya?"
"I would like a room here for the night." I reached into my purse and pulled my credit card out.
She looked further bewildered. "You don't have to pay, madam!"
"I'm here as a guest, so please treat me as a guest. I don't want anyone to know I'm here, okay?" I told her.
"Shall I call Mr Farhaan?"
"I just told you that I don't want anyone to know that I'm here, and I don't want to be treated like anything other than a guest!" I snapped, before taking a deep breath to calm myself down. "Sorry. But seriously, just treat me like any other guest."
She nodded, and started typing on the computer screen at the front desk. "May I seem some ID please?"
I handed her my driving license as she reserved a room for me.
"Here is your room key." She gave me an uncertain smile. "Room ten."
"Thank you." I took the key and headed towards the stairs. I knew that room ten was possibly the best room in the B&B...one of my favourite rooms actually. I unlocked the door and stepped in, glancing around.
The rooms had light blue walls with white wainscoting. A classic white chandelier hung at the centre, resembling a candelabra. The large double bed had a soft white headboard, and a throw and throw cushions that were a couple of shade darker than the light blue wall paint. Besides the bed were two white bedside tables with sconce lights. One wall had large bay windows with a stunning view of the countryside, and at the opposite wall from the bed were two grey armchairs with cushions that matched the ones on the bed. There was a desk by the bay windows, with a chair that matched the armchairs. And of course, there was an en-suite bathroom, along with a white cupboard with ample space for the guests to store their clothes and luggage, including a safe and all.
My phone started ringing.
Sighing, I took it out of my bag and saw that it was Haya. "What is it, Haya?"
"I'm on my way there. What room?"
"Are you serious? I need some Me Time!"
"You can have your Me Time later. We need to talk. What room?"
"Ten." I sighed, knowing that my stubborn twin wouldn't leave me alone until I told her.
"I'm bringing emergency supplies."
*
Haya's 'emergency supplies' included a box of halal spicy chicken pizza with jalapenos and sweetcorn, soft drinks and a box of Krispy Kreme doughnuts. Now she sat cross legged on the bed, whereas I sat on the armchair staring at her questioningly.
"What do you want?" I asked her.
"What's the deal with you, Hooriya Rehan?" She asked. "Look, the wedding wasn't called off because you were jilted by the groom! It was called off with a genuine reason, so stop throwing tantrums about it!"
"It's not that, Haya! You should know better!"
"Then what is it?" She bit into a slice of pizza, both eyebrows raised as she stared at me.
Sighing, I got up and walked over to the bed to sit beside her. "Since yesterday, I've been thinking about that creepy woman Zareena. The one who terrified the life out of me in Lahore."
"What about her?"
"She told me that because I caused someone's heart to break, my heart will break too. I'm scared, Haya."
"So you'll believe the words of a Satanist who cannot even guarantee her own future, over what Islam says about right timings?" She asked, drily.
"It's not that, but we believe in baduas and black magic..."
"Look, I know we believe in all that stuff, but we also believe that Allah knows the right timings for everything, and if something didn't happen when we planned it, it just wasn't the right time for it." She said. "Hoor, you're sweet and kind and innocent. No Satan-worshipper can harm you because you are constantly receiving protection duas from your loved ones."
"But what if it's karma? I did unintentionally hurt Sophie."
"I would think the concept of karma is based on intention. You need to be wishing to cause someone harm to be impacted by karma. What happened with Sophie was the right thing for her as well. She should be with someone who genuinely loves her, right?"
"I feel so selfish and heartless, Haya. Poor Rida Aunty suffered a heart attack, and I'm drowning in self-pity. I promise I'm not doing this intentionally! I pray with all my heart for her good health. It's just that I'm scared, that's all."
"You don't need to tell me your intentions, Hoor. I know already." She squeezed my shoulder.
"And then to make matters worse..." I blurted out. Haya was the right person to pour my heart out to. And because I knew that fact with as much certainty as I knew my own name, I told her everything that had occurred in the office of Mohib Naveed. "I was going to tell him everything, Haya! How did I fall so weak? I don't even know him!"
Her gaze dropped and she picked up a stray sweetcorn from inside the pizza box and popped it into her mouth. "I've met him, Hoor. Just keep your distance with him, okay?"
I narrowed my eyes at her. "Why? Did he misbehave with you?"
"I would have slammed my cricket bat into him if he tried!" She shook her head. "It's just these weird vibes I get from him." She frowned. "And you have a legit partner of your own, Ma Sha Allah, so why do you need to pour your heart out to Twig Head?"
"Twig Head?!" I burst out laughing.
"His hair looks a bit tangled, so I could imagine literal twigs stuck in there." Haya giggled as well.
"You're mad!" I clutched my stomach as I couldn't stop laughing.
"We're twins, so I only have half the madness." She grabbed a pillow and hit me with it.
"Oh, you silly cow! You got pizza sauce over the pillow!"
"Maaf kardainge mujhe Behnoyi sahab." Haya waved her hand dismissively.
*"Mr Brother-in-law will forgive me."
"Stop taking advantage of the fact that he owns this place!" I hit her back with the pillow.
"Says the wife of the owner who got the best room!"
"I'm paying for it! I'm not taking advantage!"
"Why do you think you got the best room?" She grinned.
"Go away." I muttered. "Leave me be in peace. I came here to be by myself. Leave me alone."
"Can you order room service first?" She asked cheekily.
"You literally ate pizza just now!" I gasped.
"I want a cappuccino." She pouted pleadingly. "Please!"
Rolling my eyes, I walked over to the desk and grabbed the intercom and pressed the button for the reception, narrowing my eyes at my sister as she sneakily lifted open the box of doughnuts now.
"Good evening. Rose Luxe. How may I help you?"
I squealed and slammed the intercom back down.
"What?!" Haya jumped up, eyes widened.
"Farhaan answered the phone." I told her in a whisper. "What is he doing here?"
She blinked at me as if she didn't understand the language I was speaking. "What did you just ask?"
"I asked..."
"I know what you said, but did you even think about what you're asking? He literally owns this place!"
"Yes, but he's not meant to be at work today! Now he's going to realised that room ten called him, and he'll look in the guest reservations and see my name right there under room ten!" I was panicking.
"And?"
"And?!" I glared at her as if offended by her nonchalance.
"So he'll know that you're here. And what? Hoor, you're so silly sometimes! If you wanted to hide, you should have gone somewhere else. But you came here because you wanted to come across him, supposedly 'by chance' so that you could ultimately pour your heart out to him! So, why don't you just approach him directly and talk to him?"
"That's so not true." I hugged myself, defensively.
"Hooriya, you're married. Grow up. Go downstairs and talk to him." She headed back to the bed and picked up her bag. "I'm going, but think about it, Hoor. You can talk to him. He's your husband, for Allah's sake!"
"What about your coffee?" I asked her as she headed towards the door.
"Coffee schmoffee. You just do what you really want to do deep down, i.e. talk to him."
"He's going to see you." I whispered.
"I already have an injured foot. I am not climbing out of the window. But don't worry. I'll be careful." She left and closed the door behind her, leaving me alone in the room.
*
Feeling a little anxious, a little nervous, I headed downstairs, holding the box of Krispy Kreme doughnuts that Haya had left behind. I stood at the bottom of the stairs and glanced towards the reception desk.
Farhaan was standing there, his profile visible to me, and was writing something with a grim expression on his face. One of the staff members stood beside him, quietly talking to him. The guy who I recognised as one of the waiters glanced my way and did a double take as he saw me, before he glanced at Farhaan.
Taking a deep breath, I walked over to the desk before setting the box down on it and glancing at the waiter. "I can really use a coffee with these, please."
Farhaan looked up and the surprise on his face was blatantly obvious. "Hoor?" When the waiter didn't move, my husband glanced at him. "She asked for a coffee. Please bring us a couple of cups."
"What kind of coffee? And shall I bring the coffee in here or...?" The poor guy looked uncertain.
"Cappuccino for me, please." I said, softly.
"Two cappuccinos. Bring the drinks in the dining area." Farhaan instructed him, before placing his hand on the small of my back. "Hoor, what are you doing here?"
I picked the box of the doughnuts up and we walked towards the dining area. "I'm staying here the night. Room ten. Shouldn't you know who's staying at you place?" I smiled teasingly at him.
"I don't check the guest reservations. As long as the security checks are done by my staff, I don't go through guest details, so no. I don't directly know." He looked amused. "So, it was you that called earlier?" He wrapped his arm around my shoulders.
"I wasn't expecting you here, considering Rida Aunty..." I looked up at him. "How is she doing?"
"She's recovering, but she'll be in the hospital for a few days at least. The cardiologist wants to monitor her condition before she's discharged." He shook his head. "It's such a tough time for the family, especially Papa and my Phuphos. They've all been through a lot together, and Rida Phupho has been like a maternal figure for the rest of her sisters."
"It's a good thing that all your aunts were around to be there with her at this time." I felt worse about the insecurities and fears inside me. They had a genuine emergency, and yet I was only thinking about my own feelings. What was wrong with me? Why was I being so selfish and inconsiderate? My eyes filled up with self-loathing.
"Hoor, are you okay?" Farhaan's concerned voice made me look up at him, as we sat down at a table in the dining area.
The same question had been asked to me in a similar manner, including the use of my nickname, earlier today by someone who had no right to express his concern to me in such an intimate manner. Now I felt overwhelmed by guilt because I had almost poured by heart out to a man I barely knew, whereas I was hesitating so much in talking to my own husband!
Before I knew it, I was sobbing silently. Farhaan didn't say anything, just held my hands over the table reassuringly, his gaze fixed on my face.
"Hamari shaadi hojayegi na?" I whispered. I know it sounded selfish, I know it sounded like such a bad time to think about our wedding when his Phupho was in hospital, but if you can't express your deepest insecurities to your spouse, who can you express it to?
*"We'll have our wedding, right?"
"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to sound so selfish." I continued. "I don't know what's wrong with me. I have this deep fear that's been embedded in me and I..."
He moved his chair around to be right next to me, and he took me in his arms, even as we sat there at the table. "Hoor, we are already married. We're just awaiting the functions expected by the society for the celebration of our wedding. Plus the Valima- which is an event that is actually in Islam. But remember the most basic fact in all this: our Nikah is already done. Why are you scared?"
"I don't know. Maybe it's Zareena's words, or maybe because in our society a girl's marriage being called off is considered..."
"Your wedding has not been called off. It's just postponed." He said, firmly. "And again, I must remind you that we're already bound by Nikah. The most essential part is already done; we already have a commitment towards each other. Everything else is just a formality now."
The waiter came with our coffees and set the cups down in front of us before walking away.
"Do you think I'm selfish?" I whispered.
He gave me a small smile. "I think you're human. As humans, our thinking and our feelings might not be on par with what's right, but what matters are the actions we take. You never acted selfishly, Hoor. You are not a selfish person."
"But it's wrong to be thinking of myself when Rida Phupho...and even worse, I'm now admitting it all to you!"
"Hoor, there's no problem with you expressing how you feel to me. In fact, I encourage it."
I looked into those eyes that I've praised so much in my writing. How did I ever feel discomfort at the idea of talking to him? I glanced down as guilt once again overwhelmed me, pushing me into speaking further. "I need to tell you something else..."
"What is it?"
Finding all the strength within myself, I told him about my encounter with Mohib Naveed, including even the part where he touched my elbow.
"Does he make you uncomfortable, Hoor?"
"Maybe just a little. It might be nothing, but his behaviour today was weird." I shuddered.
He frowned. "What did you say his name was?"
"Farhaan, I already told him not to touch me. He won't do it again." I spoke confidently, even though I had no guarantee of the words that I was saying.
"And if he does?"
"Then you can deal with him." I promised him, knowing that it would never come to that.
"What a slimy little prick." He muttered, taking a sip of his coffee.
I smiled. I loved his protective side.
*
Farhaan walked me up to my room a couple of hours later. "I have to head back. I only came here to sort out a few issues."
"I'm going to spend the night here and enjoy solitude." I told him as we paused outside our room.
"Knowing that you're going to be here, it's so difficult to leave." He rubbed his knuckles over my cheek.
I smiled, wrapping my arms around his neck. "You're free to stay with me." I joked.
"What a wonderful, tempting idea." He put his hands on my waist and pulled me closer.
I giggled just before our lips met. "Come in just for a bit." I whispered between kisses.
He seemed like he was battling an internal dilemma, but finally he nodded. "Just for a little bit."
I unlocked the door and stepped into the room, with him following me. The door had barely shut behind us, when I felt his arms around my waist. He leaned down and started to kiss my neck. I closed my eyes, enjoying the new sensations within myself. I turned myself around, remaining in his arms and looked up at him. These blue-green eyes will be the end of me.
I grabbed him by the lapels and started walking backwards as we kissed, until we fell back onto the bed.
Stop, Hoor!
We started to kiss deeply, getting tangled up with each other. As our kisses became more passionate, I started to unbutton his shirt.
STOP HOOR!
But I suppose, I didn't need to worry too much. I felt my eyes getting heavier, and my arms just slumped back onto the bed beside me as my eyes started to close.
"Hoor?"
"Don't leave me, Farhaan." I whispered, snuggling up against him. I felt his bare chest against the side of my head as I pressed myself against him, listening to the sound of his heart beat.
"I'm right here, Hooriya. I won't go anywhere." He promised, placing his lips on my forehead, holding tightly onto me.
*
I woke up in complete, terrifying, darkness with a startled gasp. I realised that the lights were off...and I was on my own.
"Farhaan?" I called out, my voice trembling.
I cried out, bursting into tears as terror completely took over me. "FARHAAN!"
*
Hoor needed to have the much needed conversation with Farhaan.
But what has happened to her at the end?
I know that there are similar themes to Written In the Stars, but these are intentional to give a throwback to the origin story of Farhaan's parents.
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