"What! Me?" Nazmeera's demeanor contorted in astonishment. "She did this to you?" Bilal asked in a soft, yet profound voice. Zynah nodded. Deep within, she was scared of what his reaction would be. If he ended up believing her, it would be a miracle on his side and if he did not believe her, she wouldn't even be surprised. Her expectations were zero. Glaring menacingly at Nazmeera, he questioned; "is this true?" "Of course not!" She was quick to deny. "She's accusing me and you know it. How can I possibly do this to her? She doesn't like me and I'm sure this is her way of getting back at me for what happened the last time and you..." She trialed off, a calculated sob escaping her lips. "... Don't tell me you actually believe this liar over your own biological sister." Bilal remained silent, his gaze flickering between Zynah and Nazmeera, seemingly searching for the truth in their eyes. It was as if he was stuck between a rock and a hard place. "Your silence says it a
"I hope you still remember what we talked about yesterday?" Bilal asked casually as they drove home after Zynah's discharge from the hospital. A curt "Yes" escaped her lips as she turned to stare out of the window. The cool air washing over her face made her lips curve into a smile. Just a little longer. Then, freedom. She couldn't wait for them to get to the house to execute her plan. The mere thought of having to live with him for a second longer was unbearable. A life without Bilal in it seemed promising. She couldn't wait to have her former life back. For a fact, she knew her parents, especially her dad would find it almost impossible to forgive her, but she was ready — more than prepared to face them and beg, till they eventually accept her back into their lives and forgive her for not realizing it sooner that their decision was the right one. Tears instantly prickled her eyes. In a way, she felt she deserved all that she got, but she had reached her breaking point. Hasn't she
Ferociously, Zynah opened the small drawer in the bathroom and fumbled around for a pregnancy test strip. The first time she suspected she was pregnant, she had bought the test strips in bulk, so she believed she would be able to find an extra one and fortunately for her, she did. Without wasting a second more, she peed on it and the next few minutes felt like forever. Time seemed to be moving slow. Too slow for her liking. Her heart thumped painfully in her chest as she awaited the result. Her breathing labored and her eyes, tightly shut. It was over ten minutes, yet Zynah couldn't bring herself to take a look at the result. She was afraid of finding out she was pregnant. She was about to start anew, but if she was pregnant, she would never truly be able to forget Bilal, because the child would be a connection and she wanted to sever all connections and ties with him. Mustering all of the courage in her, she decided to take a look at the result now. A small part of her mind wa
Climbing into Khadijah's car, a wave of exhaustion crashed over Zynah. She couldn't help, but wonder if this was truly the freedom she yearned for? Was she finally going to be happy away from Bilal while a part of him was growing in her stomach? Indubitably, the child would always remind her of him no matter how hard she wanted to forget every single thing that had to do with him. Fresh tears welled up in her eyes at the thoughts. Zynah felt Khadijah's gaze on her, followed by a reassuring hand on hers. No words spoken, but a message was conveyed. Zynah nodded. "I will be alright." "Where should I take drop you off?" "At the garage," Zynah responded. "I will find my way home." Khadijah's lips curved into a sad smile. "I would have taken you all the way to your destination, but unfortunately, my husband didn't allow it. I'm really sorry, Zynah. This is all I can do for you." "What do you mean sorry? You don't have to be," Zynah smiled reassuringly at her. "You've done a lot
Zynah's heart suddenly began to beat faster, if that was even possible. She fidgeted with her fingers as she waited for her to approach. Due to extreme nervousness, she turned her back on the gate immediately she heard the footstep getting louder, and finally, the cracking sound of an opening door. "Who are you?..." She suddenly trailed off and tears instantly welled up I'm her eyes as a flicker of recognition dawned on her. "Zy...Zynah!" She exclaimed.Not able to suppress her feelings anymore, Zynah broke down. Her entire body trembled aggressively as she cried. The mere presence of her mother, Hafsa crumbled all the composure she had been building — the same woman who used to be her strength, her confidant, her courage...but overnight, she lost all of that strength, traded it for a love that turned out to be nothing but a cruel illusion. Turning around, Zynah finally got the chance to see her mother's face - the first face she had ever known, now etched with worry lines that had
Vomiting the chyme content of her stomach, Zynah rinsed her mouth and flushed the mess away. She crouched down against the wall of the bathroom and more hot, fat tears emerged and ran down her cheeks. "Dad. Please forgive me. I'm the worse daughter ever. Please forgive me, daddy." She sobbed, clenching her heart tightly in the hopes of relieving the unbearable pain there. "What are you doing, sitting on the floor!" Hafsa exclaimed. "Please get up." She helped her up and practically dragged her back to the living room. "What happened?" Silence."Are you alright now?"Silence"Why did you suddenly throw up?"Silence "I'm worried sick here, please talk to me, Zynah." Hafsa beseeched, grabbing her arm in an attempt to pull her up. Zynah ignored her. Compared to the tightness in her heart after hearing the news about her father, her heath was secondary. "When... Did it happen?"Hafsa gazed at her questionably. "When did what happen?" More tears escaped Zynah's red and puffy eyes. "Whe
Not able to hold back her emotions any longer, Zynah lunged forward, throwing her arms around Ramlah in a tight hug. "I miss you so much," She choked out. "I miss you, Ramlah." Ramlah stood in total bewilderment, seemingly in a state of shock. "How have you been?" Zynah inquired, disentangling her arms from around her. "You're in your final year in the university, right? Mum told me... I'm so happy for you. You look so beautiful. Much more beautiful than before. I can't believe I..." She trailed off, realizing she had begun to ramble. "Ramlah," Zynah called, softly. "Why aren't you saying anything to me? Are you that shocked to see m—" Before she could finish her statement, Ramlah enveloped her in a suffocating hug. "OMG! Is this really you, Ya Zynah?" Ramlah pulled back for some sort of confirmation, before wrapping her arms around her again, her tears drenching Zynah's shoulder. "What happened to you? Why didn't you contact us? Me, especially. Why didn't you at least contact me
Meanwhile, downstairs, a storm was brewing. "Ramlah! Get the food flask already! Why are you acting sluggishly all of a sudden?" Hafsa bellowed, her voice laced with barely contained excitement. To celebrate her daughters return, she decided to prepare all of her favorite dishes. "Mum." Ramlah rolled her eyes and face palmed. "I just did a while ago, It's right in front of you." "Oh! Right!" She smiled sheepishly. "How about the cupcakes in the oven, have you checked them?" Ramlah rolled her eyes again. "Mum, you literally put them in the oven like a minute ago. There is no way they are baked already." She groaned. "Can you blame me, my dear? I just want everything to be ready before she wakes up. I hope you didn't set an alarm for her? Let her sleep for as long as she wants. She looks exhausted." "No alarm, mum," Ramlah reassured her. "Good, good. Now, let's get back to cooking. While I check on the rice in the kitchen, why don't you start setting the table." Hafsa inst