Anabia's POV
It was midnight...I was completing my maths homework. Maths was my favorite subject but I was not good at Maths... Can you feel me..?
Finally, after three hours of my hardship, I was able to solve boring problems of Complex Integration.
I loved integration when I was in middle school school but Complex Integration had a different world. Sometimes it made me hate my favorite subject.
I outstretched my arm, my eyelids got heavy. All I needed was a good sleep. I laid down but hell my throat was dry. I looked for a bottle but it was empty. I had to go to the kitchen now.
Sighing, I slipped in my slippers, and without bothering about hijab I made my way to the kitchen.
I was drinking water when I heard a loud bang on the door. My little soul got frightened. Should I check...?
What if it would be a thief....or ghost??
Don't be silly Bia... just check...
I started reciting Aytal Kursih and almost crawled to the living room but seeing the view I clutched my heart. It was Daniyal... lying unconscious on the floor. He seemed drunk. Maybe his friend had dropped him.
He was lying unconscious on the cold floor. Poor Daniyal.
But I had no guts to touch him as he was drunk. I guessed he did all the haram stuff. I locked the main door and came back to my room leaving him behind on the floor.
A tear slipped from my eyes. What I had done to get this type of spouse. I always kept myself from all the haram stuff and see the irony my husband was quite opposite to me.
"We choose good women for good men and bad women for bad men" a verse of the Quran clicked in my mind.
I was not a bad woman then why I got him. I am a religious and devoted Muslim and he is an atheist.
"Wish for the spouse who could take you to Jannah " I remembered this...and I had always wished for a good Muslim. Though I was quite young to think about a husband and all whenever I caught glimpses of this thought I always wanted a perfect Muslim, a man of a good character.
But Daniyal...I took a deep breath and laid on my bed. He was lying alone on the floor.
Should I help him? But he was drunk...
But he is your husband Bia...and it's your responsibility to take care of him.
Husband... really..? Who hates me..? Who loves someone else. ?
Whatever he is your husband.
Arghhhh...
After having those ten minutes of a fight with my inner voice I came back to the living room. As I reached near him the strong smell of alcohol hit my nostrils. I was about to puke...I quickly covered my mouth with a cloth.
"Daniyal..get up please" I shook his shoulder... he was so heavy that I couldn't take him all by myself.
He didn't show a single movement.
"Daniyal.." I almost screamed in his ears.
"She ..is b..bit...bitc h..h.." he slurred.. I didn't get anything.
"Daniyal...wake up...you should go into your room," I said softly.
"You hate me too..?" He sat on the floor and looked directly into my eyes.
"No...I don't hate you " I said softly helping him to get up.
"Y'all are liars.. huh..." he scoffed like a kid.
"Daniyal it's cold there...let's go to your room" I forced a smile.
"Hmm," he nodded and stood with my help. As we reached the stairs he was about to fall when I pulled his shirt making him closer to me. He wrapped his hand around my waist. My body shivered. His touch was doing weird things in my body. A lump started forming in my throat and my heart...it was racing in a marathon.
I pushed the door of his room and helped him to get on his bed. I took off his shoes and draped the blanket over him. Soon he lost in a deep slumber.
I was staring at his handsome face.
Did I just say handsome..?
Don't fall for the jerk... Anabia...
Please...don't fall for him.
I wanted to run my fingers into his soft messy hair to know how it would feel.
Control your stupid thoughts girl!
I was about to leave when I realized he was still holding my hand. I struggled to release my hand from his grip but ended in falling on him.
Shitttt
Our position was too awkward. I was lying on top of him. I slowly unwrapped his hands from my body and get off from him. Switching off the light, I closed the door.
I entered my room but my heart was racing fast. I touched my cheeks to feel the heat. My cheeks were hot and red from embarrassment.
I closed my eyes and cuddled my pillows. Soon I drifted to sleep.
Daniel's POV.
I woke up from a strong headache of a hangover. I massaged my temple with my fingers. The last night's incident flashed on my mind. My body got stiffened... She broke me. Now never on the earth, I was going to trust anyone. But how I came there.
I remembered I passed out at Alex's place... who dropped me at my home.?? I sent a text to Alex.
Me: Thanks for helping me yesterday.
Alex: It was Kyle.
Me: Ohh anyway thanks.
I should thank Kyle... and now I got that why Kyle hated Emily... She deserved this. My mood went off again.
I slipped into my slippers but it was too tiny to fit in my feet.
What the heck
I looked at my feet and was startled. It was a girl's slipper. What is this doing in my room? Shrugging my shoulders I entered the washroom.
"Ana... why are you wearing flats at home " I heard Sarah's voice.
"Umm...I just lost my slippers somewhere..." she said munching her food.
Now I got that...it was her slippers.. why the heck she came into my room... I warned her...but this girl is so stubborn... now what she did.?
A new dare???
I grabbed a sandwich and shoved it in my mouth. And ran outside. Today was no school...and I had to meet with my boys.
"Are you okay dude?" Kyle asked in a concerned voice as I was the silent whole time.
"I'm great... it's just a hangover of yesterday " I said sluggishly.
"Hmm... you passed out.. you should not drink that much... I had to drop you " Kyle tapped on my shoulder.
"Yeah.. anyway thank you... you are a real brother... " I said genuinely.
"No problem bruh..and sorry for leaving you on the cold floor.. and I'm so sorry I forgot to lock the door... actually Jessie was waiting for me... I had to drop her too" he apologized and I froze on the spot.
It means last night Anabia helped me.
Fuck...
How did she manage to carry me into my room? And she took off my shoes... draped the blanket over me... even though I was drunk...
Why she did this to me..when the whole time I was being an asshole to her...
Don't think about her... Remember All girls are the same!!
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