Winter Schemes 5

I finally found time today to post chapter 5, I know I promised everyone to post it tomorrow (thursday) but I didn't want to keep all of you waiting so I decided to post it today!

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Fahad's P.O.V:

I went downstairs hoping to find Sara there but she wasn't. I went into the living room, the kitchen, and the pool area but I still couldn't find her.

I got back to the kitchen and made me a turkey sandwich and poured me a cup of fresh orange juice. I got up and left the plate and glass in the sink and got me a bottle of cold water.

I still didn't see Sara then I remembered that she told me she was going to do some laundry. I went up to the laundry room and found her sleeping on a pile of clothes. I turned back around and went back to my room.

I laid back down on the bed and started to think about the things I did to Sara.

I locked her up in the house since the day she got a miscarriage. Yes, she was pregnant but the baby died. My mother said that she found pills in Sara's drawer that she took while she was pregnant because she never wanted the baby.

I should've listened to my mother. She told me that Sara wasn't a really good person and I should be careful of everything she does at home.

I took away her phone and gave her only a laptop with internet but all the sites were blocked and the only thing she could open was iTunes. I also took it back to the store are told them to erase any extra apps, games, etc.

I let her do all the cleaning in the house and I let her cook for me and my friends some times.

I refused to hire a maid to help her with the house since she wouldn't be leaving the house any time soon. Whenever she has extra time I told her that she could clean up the house or tidy up some things.

I treated her fairly in the first month but after the miscarriage and the pills, I started to despise her. I stopped talking to her for a while and ignore her when she asks me some questions. If  I really get mad at her, I inject her insulin shots hardly and she winces in pain every time.

She doesn't have any contact with the outside world. The only person she talked to in the past year was me.

Since she killed her parents, she doesn't have anyone to go to except me. When she was shipped to boarding school in England, my aunt made sure that there were no Arabs there so she couldn't make any connections.

My aunt says that Sara was a very naughty girl and she was responsible for the death of her parents. She says that Sara jumped on my uncle, her father, while he was driving which caused a huge accident leading her parents' death.

There are no phone lines in the house and there are no extra mobiles for emergencies. So basically if the house burnt down and Sara tried to leave or contact anyone, she couldn't.

She is also slowly getting crazy. I could hear her talking to herself from my room.

I got up from the bed and went quickly back to the laundry room. I saw Sara still sitting in the same place. I tried to wake her up but she wouldn't move a muscle.

I thought to myself, maybe it was time to forget all of this and start a new life with her. Mariam was right, I can't live with her like this my whole life.

I tried to lift her up, however once I touched her, I remember the pills and everything. I was supposed to be a father but she killed her own child. How can I live with a person like that?

I took my hands off her and went back to my room and went to sleep.

Sara's P.O.V:

I got up and found myself sleeping in a pile of laundry. I looked at the watch and it was 8 am. I got up and took out the clothes from the washing machine and threw them into the basket.

I went to my bathroom and took a quick shower. I removed the plaster from my wound and cleaned it with rubbing alcohol. I didn't apply a new pair of plaster because it wasn't necessary. It would heal faster if I let it be.

I wore my sweats and my pullover and went downstairs. I found Fahad sitting on the kitchen counter eating his cereal and drinking his coffee. Sometimes I think he's still a kid and my parents are still alive and all of this wasn't true.

He was reading the newspaper with a angry look in his face. I took out some cocoa puffs and took out cold milk from the fridge. I poured the cereal in the bowl and poured some milk on top of it.

I sat down two seats away from Fahad and started eating. I almost forgot my shots so I ran upstairs to get them.

"May you please inject this before you go out?"

He got up of his stool and walked to the the couch.

"I have to inject it in your you-know-what this time," he said.

I laid down on the couch and he did the rest for me. I felt a pinch but it wasn't really painful.

I took the needle from him and threw it in the trash.

"How many insulin do you have left?" he asked.

"Two or three" I replied.

"I'll prescribe you more when I get to work today," he said.

He wore his jacket and took his car keys and left the house.

Fahad was a doctor in a hospital.  He's a surgeon in his second year. His friend is the one who prescribes me insulin every time.

I continued my breakfast while I watched Greys Anatomy. I didn't have anything to do so the whole day I sat down on the couch and then I remembered that I still didn't finish ironing the laundry. I guess that is what I'll be going to do in the next few hours.
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Reveur xxo

Winter Schemes 4

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Fahad's P.O.V:

I sat there and watched her go down the stairs with speakers in her hands and her towel in the other.

I quickly got up and switched the TV to the station that has all the footage of the security cameras I installed a month after we got married.

She put down her speakers and connected her iPod to it. She took of her dress and dipped her legs in the shallow part of the pool.

She slowly started to swim from one end of the pool to the other. She increased her speed and then she suddenly stopped.

She put her fingers on the wound I just stitched. She got out the pool quickly and dried herself up and wore her dress again.

I quickly shut the TV off and laid down and covered myself up with the blanket next to me.

It smelled really good.

It smelled like her.

Sara's P.O.V:

I quickly ran up the stairs only to find Fahad sleeping on the couch with my blanket. I was a little bit mad because he was using my favourite blanket.

I stood behind the couch; hoping he'd get up or something. I didn't know what to do with the wound.

Blood was already flowing down my cheek so I laid my hand on my cheek in order to stop it from falling to the ground.

I went back to my room and took the rubbing alcohol again and poured a little bit on the cotton ball.

I started to gently pat the wound until the blood decreased. It burned so badly, so I took the large waterproof plaster and put it exactly on top of the wound.

I went back down and Fahad was nowhere to be found. I went back to the pool and found him swimming in the pool.

I gathered my things.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"I'm tired, I think I'm gonna go sleep," I said.

"You just got here," he said. "It's okay for you to swim with me, you are my wife after all."

Seriously Fahad, seriously? Now you remember that I am your wife?

"I'm not comfortable swimming with you in my bikini" I tried to find an excuse but that was the only one I could think of.

"You could go change if you want, and then come back here right away"

I went up and took out my swimming shorts and paired it with my tank top. The tank top was a little bit open from the sides but it's the only one I'm going to swim in.

I got down to the kitchen and got me some mango juice and got Fahad some apple juice because I know he loves it. He used to drink it everyday back when we were kids.

I got down to the basement sipping on my mango juice. I saw Fahad staring at me and he saw the apple juice in my hand. I threw it right at him and he caught it right away.

No thank you. Nothing.

I sat back down on the chair and started to make a new playlist and half of the songs were the songs I just downloaded.

I plugged in my iPod and played it on shuffle. I then jumped in the pool without hesitation. I swam back and forth as fast as I could.

I got tired ten minutes later so I decided to continue drinking my juice.

Fahad's P.O.V:

I was in the deep corner of the pool watching every move she makes.

She gave me her back and took off her shirt and quickly wore her dress on top of it. I looked away because I didn't want her to feel uncomfortable. She then took off her shorts and threw them both in the corner of the room.

She took her towel and dried her hair a bit and gathered all of her things up.

Once she stepped on the first step of the stairs, she turned around and said,

"When you're done swimming you can leave your shorts with my clothes because I'm gonna go take a shower then I'm gonna do the laundry"

She went upstairs while I got out of the pool and started to dry myself up so I wouldn't make a mess while I go up.

I took a shower and decided I should call it a night since it was about 2 a.m. in the morning and I was really tired.

I got in to my bed and I finally closed my eyes.

Two hours later, my phone started beeping. I turned off the alarm and went to the bathroom.

I was really thirsty so while I was on my way to the stairs, I passed by Sara's room and the door was wide open.

I peeked inside but Sara wasn't there. Her bed was untouched and the lights were still open.

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Lots of love,
Reveur xxo

Winter Schemes 3

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I'll post chapter 4 when I get enough feedback from you guys. I don't think a lot of people are reading my new story so if nobody's reading it, I wouldn't spend the whole day writing it!


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Sara's P.O.V:

I was watching Friends for the third time. It's the only TV Series I like since all the other dvd's were Fahad's and they're all pretty lame.

The only place in this house that has a receiver with channels on it is in Fahad's room and he warned me not to ever touch it.

I've been living in this house for a year now. I cant get out of it. There is no way out. All the windows are locked and Fahad makes sure that when he leaves and enters the house, all the doors are locked and the keys are always with him.

I got bored and started to clean the house. There were no maids so I had to do all the cleaning and cooking. I had to do every thing in my house. Well it kinda is my house not ours since it was my parents house.

We were living in an apartment when we first got married. After I got pregnant, we decided to look for a house to live in, but after the miscarriage Fahad didn't want house.

Since Fahad didn't want to "pay" for a new house, I kind of deserve to live in a decent place so I offered that we could live in my house if he wanted and he was cool with that.

I never really knew what I did to make him hate me so much. Both of us were forced to marry each other since my parents were deceased and his father, my uncle, didn't want me to marry any other man except for his son. He didn't want all the money I got from my parents to go to some other guy. Sometimes all I think is that to them, money is more important than me.

It takes me more that five hours to clean the house. It  has 5 bathrooms, 5 rooms and a master bedroom with a bathroom in it, 3 kitchens, 2 guest rooms, 1 big living room, 1 indoor swimming pool and a '3urfa 3arabiya*

*('3urfa 3arabiya is the place where guests sit when they visit you)

Since it was a Thursday, I had to clean the whole house. Thursdays are always the days that I clean the whole house. I put my earphones on and started cleaning the house.

Fahad's P.O.V:

"She didn't kill her parents Fahad, hatha ily allah katba 5ala9 it wasnt her fault," Mariam said.

"Embala it is her fault. Bas 5ala9 mariam 9ekay ilmaw'6ou3"

She just looked away and sat silent the rest of the meal.

I paid the check and told Mariam that I have to go meet my client.

I walked to Starbucks and found my friend sitting next to the the table. He was one of my closest friends when we were back in high school. I can't believe it's been six years since the last time I saw him. He was a medical student in Paris. We were supposed to go to the same medical school in England but he said that he had to go to Paris and study there since his family were there.

Sara's P.O.V:

I'm still not done. I have Fahad's room left to do and I'm done.

I did his bed and vacuumed the whole room I arranged all the shirts he threw on the floor and threw the dirty ones in the laundry basket. I put his shoes back into their places and hanged the Dishdashas I recently ironed in his closet.

I got into his bathroom and cleaned it all up. I accidentally slipped while I was cleaning the shower and I cut myself. I had a deep wound a little bit above my right brow.

I hurried back to my bathroom and got out a cotton ball and poured some rubbing alcohol on it.

I patted it gently on my wound. It hurt so bad I started to tear. Blood was drizzling down my cheek and I couldn't stop it.

Fahad came into my bathroom.

"Why is there blood in my-" he said. I turned to the right and found him with his mouth open and a disappointed look.

He turned around and disappeared.

I turned back to the mirror and started to pat it again. Blood was still visible and it was making its way around my eye and down my cheek.

Two minutes later Fahad came back in with a needle and thread in his hands. He sat me down on the edge of the tub and he sat on his knees. He was quite tall so it wasn't a problem for him.

He took the cotton ball from my hand and threw it away. He took a new one and gently placed it on the wound.

"Hold this in place ou lat7arkeen eedich," he said.

He then took a piece of tissue and wiped the blood that was trickling down.

"Damich wayed fate7," he said. "Laish mu ga3da takleen 3adel?"

"M-madre, m-m-mu mishtahya akel," I stuttered.

"Hmm" was all he said.

He sterilised the needle and started stitching the wound. He didnt give me an anaesthetic so it hurt a lot.

I kept squeezing the ends of my hoodie pretty hard. Three minutes later, he was finally done and I was good to go.

"Come to me after two days so I can take out the stitches, and try to not put a lot of makeup on it" he said.

"I never wear makeup so that's not a problem." I said and walked away. Why would I put makeup if I'm going to be at home the whole day? I think I got rid of half of them because they were old.

I went back into his bathroom to wipe up the blood that was in the shower. I felt a bit dizzy so I sat down for a minute.

"Are you ok?" he asked, peeking from the outside.

"I'm perfectly fine," gathering all of my stuff and rushing out of the bathroom.

I'm finally done with all of the chores and now I can finally go and take a dip in the pool.

I first took out my injection because I didn't want to bother Fahad at night. I found him in the living room watching one of his shows and eating some chocolate.

"Can you please inject the insulin?" I asked.

He patted on the couch next to him and told me to lay down flat on my stomach.

He lifted my shirt up a tiny bit and started to inject it in the lower part of my back.

"Thanks" I said, getting up and taking the needle from his hand and when I was about to go up the stairs, he decided to start a conversation. He never does that.

"Are you going to swim?" he asked.

"ee al7een ray7a" I said.

"You shouldn't swim when you just got the shot. Wait at least an hour or two and then go," he said and turned around to continue watching his show.

It was already 9:30pm so I'd have to wait until 11pm so I can finally go and take a swim.

I decided to download a couple of new songs from my laptop so I can sync them on to my iPod.

Oh, I forgot to mention that all of the websites on the internet are blocked and the only thing I can do is open up iTunes and download songs and TV shows from there.

I dont really like using my laptop all the time to watch shows because my eyes are sensitive and I really don't want to wear glasses.

I laid down on my bed with a magazine in my hand. It was a really old magazine and I know approximately everything in it. I started to look at the celebrities with different kinds of makeup and different hair styles.

I found my magazine I bought a year ago, the one with all the wedding-related stuff. I looked through the pages and saw all the different kinds of dresses with different kinds of materials. Some were lace and some were silk. You can even go and design your own dresses and they'd make it for you!

All I got for my wedding was a plain old white dress with ruffles in the bottom. It wasn't the dress I wanted; not even close.

I took a small nap while I read the magazine. I got up and then looked at the time. It was 1am. I quickly got up and got into my bikini and wore my dress right on top of it. I took my iPod and speakers and headed down to the basement with my towel in the other hand.

On my way down, I saw Fahad sitting in the kitchen counter eating a burger he probably ordered.

"I'm gonna go take a swim," I said while he sipped on his coke and nodded at the same time.

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No cliff hangers this time!

Lots of love,
Reveur xxo

Winter Schemes 2

I don't really have anything important to say. The only thing I had to say was that I can't post daily, I might post twice or three times a week.

I really hope that I'd get comments on this chapter. You're feedback really helps me and lets me know that there are actual people who enjoy reading my blog!

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Fahad's P.O.V:

"Aloo" I said.

"Hala Fahood! I think I left my bracelet in your car, can you please check if you have it?" she said.

"What does it look like?"

"It the pink one, the one you got me two weeks ago for my graduation"

"Midach et'6ay3eena? Tawni shareeh lich"

"Wallah I'm sorry it was too loose on my hand ou I wanted to take it to the store 3lashan e9a'3rouna bas ma medani" she said.

"La yuba ga3d a6africh lat3a9been" I laughed.

"Enzain can you go check itha mawjood ib sayartik?" she asked.

"Tamreen amer bas give me 15 minutes la2ani batsaba7 wa6la3 3indi she'3l"

"Take your time" she said and closed the line.

I took out my jeans and a pair of polo t shirt and threw them on the bed. I quickly got into the shower and let the water run so it could get hotter while I shaved my beard.

Ten minutes later, I was already dressed and I skipped down the stairs. I saw Sara sitting on the couch watching friends with a smile on her face.

She's always sitting on the same spot watching the same show at the same time.

I got into my car and searched for Mariam's bracelet. I kept searching for 5 minutes but I didn't find anything.

I called her but she wouldn't answer, so I started the car and headed straight to the Avenues.

Five minutes later, Mariam was calling me.

"Aloo," I answered.

"Hala did you call?" she asked.

"ee bas kint bagoulich inna I didn't find your bracelet, are you sure that you lost it in my car?" she asked.

"Ee I'm a hundred percent sure." she said.

"I'm on my way to the avenues, I'm meeting an old friend of mine in an hour, do you wanna come ou nig3ad ib dean and deluca? I still didn't eat breakfast." I asked.

"I'm already there, see you in fifteen," she said and closed the line.

I parked my car and went straight to the escalators, I was ten minutes late due to the car accident right in front of the mall.

I found Mariam already sitting on the table for two. I walked straight ahead while she got up to shake my hand.

"Ha shlounich? Sh6ary yayah ilavenues mbacher?" I asked.

"el7emdilla b5air, bas omi kanat tabeeni ashtereelaha cham shay ou magdar ared'ha" she said.

"ee 3afiya 3ala eli tesma3 kalam omha" I chuckled.

"a9lan mara7 agdar agoul la2, law gelt la2, chan al7een she doubled the list ily 3a6atniyah" she laughed.

"A9lan zain sawat feech l2ana karshetich bedat tekbar ou semantay waaayed," I tried to hide my laugh but I  burst out laughing.

"haay tara ana tawni 2 months 7amel fa magdar asmen al7een," she let out her tongue. "It's too early to get fat"

"ta3alay magelteeli mita berid raylich min elsefar? 9arla sbou3ain!!" I said.

Her husband was one of my best friends since high school. Mariam, on the other hand, was my best friends since we were in elementary. She's my third sister.

"Ee maskeen kaser 5a6ri bas enshalla berid esbou3 elyaay," she said.

"enshalla" I said.

We continued our breakfast talking and laughing all the time until Mariam said something I never thought she would.

"Fahad, Sara doesnt know that you go out with me every other day right?" she asked

"La2" I replied and turned my head away.

"Why are you doing this to her? You know she doesn't deserve this!" she said.

"She deserves everything I do to her." I said.

"Any girl doesn't deserve to be locked in her own house for a year!" She yelled quietly.

"Every girl who killed her parents deserve exactly that" I said.

"You know that's not true Fahad. Keep lying to yourself. You'll really regret this someday," she replied.

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Lots of love,

Reveur xxo

Winter Schemes 1

I'm really excited about writing this story. I already have an idea on how to start it but things might change halfway through the story.

I'd really appreciate it if I got some feedback from you guys. Don't forget to comment!

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I sat down on the couch and carefully rested my foot on the coffee table, making sure I don't ruin my recently-painted lilac-colored nails.

I wore my favourite hoodie with my Winnie the Pooh mug filled with my hot chocolate between my hands.

I almost forgot to take my shots so I scurried upstairs and quietly opened the door to Fahad's room to see if he's was awake.

Unfortunately, he was lying on his bed peacefully without making a sound.

I closed the door and went back to my room.

I didn't want to wake him up since he came back home late from work. He looked tired and waking him up was the last thing I wanted to do.

He had mood swings that made everyone around him fear him.

I took out my bag that was filled with needles and everything else I needed for my condition. It isn't easy being a diabetic at a young age.

I took out the needle and took off its cover. I've never really liked needles and staring at this one in front of me won't make me like it any more.

I should get two shots daily. Since he injected them yesterday on my arm and on my thigh, the only other places I could inject them are in the lower part of my back, my behind, or my stomach.

I surely couldn't reach my behind nor my back, so I decided to inject it in my stomach.

The doctor recommended that I don't inject the insulin shots in the same place. I should change the places I inject them every time.

I've never injected a needle on myself. He always did it for me because he knew that I'd get queazy if I did.

That might be the only thing I like about him. He'd never force me to do something I disliked or felt uncomfortable about.

I took off my hoodie and threw it on my bed. I sat down, lifting my shirt up and closed my eyes.

I felt the tip of the needle stinging on the left part of my stomach.

Fahad's P.O.V:

I saw her moving her twitching hand closer to her stomach. I walked to her and snatched the needle from her hands.

She opened her eyes only to find me staring down at the needle. I pushed her down on the bed and laid her down.

I was really angry. I pressed down on her stomach, a little more harder than every time and injected the needle faster than everyday.

She winced from the pain but she kept her mouth shut.

"Sm3eeni 3adel Sara, itha ga3adteeny min ilnoum mara thanya, latloumeen ila nafsich" I said, throwing the empty needle next to me.

I go out and went back to my room.

I threw myself on my bed and closed my eyes.

It wasn't her fault for waking me up, I was already awake.

But I let it all out.

I couldn't keep it inside of me.

So I let it all out on her, like I always do.

She brought this on herself.

I felt my mobile vibrating next to me.

"Mariam Al-Flani Calling" it read.

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Until next time, 
Reveur xxo

Winter Schemes Prologue

This story is inspired by I song I was listening to the other day and I started to get those great ideas and I really wanted to write them all down and the only way to do so is if I wrote a story.

More details next post enshallah!

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It was the first day of Winter, well that was what the news said.

Winter was my favourite time of year.

Winter means hoodies, sweaters, boots, extra-hot hot chocolate, and the best of all, bonfires.

Winter will always be my favourite time of year. Well it still is but my house is always so cold.

He would't let me turn the AC off.

He loves to stay in cold places.

He hates the sun and he hates the beach.

He is a cold person, with a very cold soul.

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It'd be great if I get some feedback so I'd know if I should continue the story or not!

Until next time,
Reveur xo