For those who forgot, Mi7sen is in Dmitry's house with Fahad and he had a flashback. I didn't want you guys to get confused:p
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I kept waiting for her but she never came. It's 10 p.m. and she's still not home. I was hungry and I gave up on waiting for Sara. I know she wouldn't come. I went to a restaurant with a friend of mine. As I sat in my seat, I saw Sara with a couple of friends. I decided to text her.
Hey, why aren't you home? It's late.
I saw her get her phone out of her bag. Her laugh faded away when she saw my text. I saw her while she typed.
Who's this?
Ma38oula she deleted my number?
You deleted my number?
I asked her. She didn't reply. I looked at her from the other side of the restaurant while she put her phone in her bag. She excused herself and left the restaurant. I told my friend that I had to go and he was pretty mad because I had to leave. I promised him we'll catch up another day.
I walked out the restaurant and followed Sara home. She was walking with confidence and she wasn't the old Sara. This Sara is different. A group of drunk guys came up to her and started bothering her. I was about to beat them up when I was surprised that Sara kicked them both and they both fell into flour, wincing in pain.
She continued her way and I was still walking behind her. Ten minutes later, we were in front of her apartment. When she got the keys out of her bag, her phone fell on the cold pavement. I picked it up and gave it to her.
Her face got paler that it already was. Her mouth formed an O shape and she didn't speak a word. I wanted to hear her voice, the voice that made my ears dance with excitement. She didn't say a thing, not even a single hello. She just turned around and fumbled with the keys. A minute later, she opened the front door and entered and locked it behind her. It was a glass door and I could see her walk up to the stairs and sit on the first step. I stood outside in the cold, shivering. She had her head in between her tiny hands.
"Let me in," I said, banging on the door. She was in the lobby of her apartment. On her left were the mailboxes and on her right was the empty concierge desk.
She got up and started to walk up the stairs. I banged harder until she stopped. She came back down and opened the door.
"Sara, I'm sorry for what I did last-" I said, but was cut off by her stunning words.
"Leave mi7sen, I don't want to ever see you again, and don't come back because I already love somebody else," she said and went upstairs to her apartment.
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"So, Mi7sen, please introduce me to this young fellow next to you," Dmitry said with a smile.
"This is Fahad, Sara's husband," I told him.
"Nice to meet you," Dmitry told Fahad with a smile on his face that was automatically fading once he saw the bracelet Fahad was wearing.
"Like wise," Fahad told Dmitry with a soft smile.
"You never told me that Sara was married," Dmitry said.
"Because she wasn't married at that time, but that's not the point. You have to help me get her back because you are the the only one who could help me," I told him.
"You are wrong my son, I'm not the only one in this room that can help you," Dmitry said, looking at Fahad with one eyebrow up. "That man knows where Sara is, but he doesn't know it yet."
"What do you mean?" Fahad asked Dmitry.
"Where did you get that bracelet? The one in your hand?" Dmitry asked Fahad.
"My brother gave it to me a year ago as a birthday gift. He told me that it meant a lot to him so he gave it to me," Fahad said, confused.
"Mi7sen, do you remember the man who knew Sara's father? The one who wanted Sara to marry his son?" Dmitry said, forgetting his name.
"Khalid?" Mis7en said.
"Yes, yes, Khalid. He's got Sara." Dmitry said. "I think he's planning on taking her for his son.
"But she can't marry him, she's already married to Fahad," Mi7sen said, banging the wooden desk with his clenched hand.
"Uhm- not anymore" Fahad said, hesitantly.
"What do you mean?" Mi7sen turned his head to Fahad.
"I signed the divorce papers yesterday. Sara's single." Fahad said.
"You boys got yourselves into big trouble. I think I can't help you this time Mi7sen, Khalid is a killer and he won't mind killing you both and killing Sara after his son gets bored with her." Dmitry said. "But I can tell you one thing, Khalid is expecting you two to come after him, and don't ask me how I know that."
Fahad's P.O.V:
I followed Mi7sen to his car. I feel like all of this is just a dream that I can't wake up from. I'm waiting for my alarm to ring so I can go to work but nothing was happening. I guess it isn't a dream after all.
I got into the car and started and Mi7sen rode next to me.
"Drop me off home," Mi7sen said.
"What about Sara? What are we going to do about her?" I asked.
"I'll come to you later today and discuss it with you," Mi7sen said.
"You don't have a car," I told him.
"I have Sara's car, I'll bring it back here," he said.
I opened up the radio and plugged my iPod to the aux. I played some of majeed's songs, Sara's favourite singer.
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Flashback
It was the second day of our honey moon. Sara was sleeping on the couch in the living room and I was laying on the bed. She wouldn't sit in the same room I was in and she wouldn't speak to me. I never talked to her except when we were kids.
I got up and took a quick shower. My mother called and asked me how my honeymoon was. My sister then called me. She loved Sara so much, they were practically best friends. She asked me if I could put Sara on the phone but I told her to call her on her on mobile instead.
I sat on the counter facing Sara's back. She was so engrossed into the phone call that she didn't hear me walk in and sit on the stool.
"Umbaay Dalaaal ta5ayalay I saw an oscar de la renta dress ams ou 7ad'ha 7ilwaa it was silk ou its printed ou it goes with everything. I've even got the right pair of heels to match!" She told my sister.
"Eeee I saw that dress I bought it. 9ijj inna they're aren't any weddings in couple of few months bas the dress was so beautiful I couldn't not-buy it," she laughed. "eee I'll send a pic now let me try it on ou I'll take a pic 9aber I'm gonna put you on speaker"
She went and took out a big puffy dress and tried it on. Of course I looked away. She still didn't realise I was sitting on the stool.
She looked beautiful in the dress. With a messy bun and no makeup on, she is still beautiful. Wait, Fahad what are you saying? You can't love her. You can't think she's beautiful. After all, I'm planning on divorcing her in two years tops.
She took a picture of herself and sent it to Dalal.
"YAL KALBAA SHAKLECH 7AIL ESHAAWEG!" Dalal screamed into the phone.
"Dalal tara mu lazem et9ar5een tara Sara tegdar tesme3ech" I chuckled.
Sara turned around and saw me sitting on the stool. She quickly took her clothes and went to the bathroom and shut the doors behind her.
I ate an apple and got out the clothes I was going to wear today. I actually ironed them and hanged them in the closet. I took a shower and wore my clothes.
I went out to the living room and saw Sara applying makeup.
"Wain betrou7een?" I asked.
"It's not like you care," she told me.
Exactly. Why do I care?
"La bas 3alashan etha uboy edig 3alai, a3aref shino agoula" I said.
"Ba6la3 with a friend of mine for breakfast," she told me. She grabbed her bag and left.
I was walking behind her. She met a man who looked about her age and hugged him. She went into the restaurant and sat on the table.
Seriously Sara? You're married and you go hug a man? I didn't think you'd actually be one of those girls.
A couple of days went by and we were now in Maldives. Sara was forced to sleep next to me because there wasn't any extra beds nor a sofa since it was a honeymoon suit plus all the other rooms were occupied.
Until one day I found her laying on the sand in her swimsuit crying.
"Why are you crying?" I asked her. I haven't heard her voice in a week.
"Why do you even care?" She asked, sniffing.
"Because I do," I told her.
"No you don't, you just want to find a reason to laugh at me," she told me.
"No I do care," I told her.
"No you DONT! Don't look at me that way. Don't look at me with pity in your eyes. You ruined my whole life. I was forced into marrying the person I don't even like a bit. I'm forced to live with you my whole life. I was supposed to have a future but you ruined it. I want to have children with a man I love not you. I was supposed to marry someone who loves me who loves my flaws who loves me for who I am and here I am in the place I wanted my honeymoon to be in with the wrong man. I wish I ran away the minute I knew I was going to marry you," She told me.
"Ullaa ulla tara ana ma sawaitlich shay! Laish chithii tekreheeni?" I asked.
"L2anek 5arabt 7ayatee" she told me, look up at me.
"Wa 3asa takrahuu shay2 wahuwa 5air lakum" I told her.
We sat there in silence.
"Let's make a deal." I told her. "Let's try to love each other. Let's make this work. We are married so anything we do is okay. You can take your time we don't have to rush anything."
"Okay, but you can't force me to do anything," she told me.
"Deal." I told her. "You know, there are perks for loving me," I smirked at her.
"Oh yeah?" she told me. "What are they?"
I got on top of her and started tickling her. She started to laugh so hardly and begged me to stop.
That was the moment I fell in love with Sara.
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A lot of people wanted Sara and Fahad and this was the only way I could do it. I promise you, no more flashbacks about silly things:p
Lots of love,
Reveur xxo
Sorry for the late post!
Enjoy x Can't wait to hear all of your feedback!
Please ignore any spelling mistakes, I haven't read it!
After reading this chapter, please check the next post that is called What If and tell me what you think! It's really important that I know what you think about it! Thank you for those who will read it and are willing to read it xo It really means a lot x
Enjoy x Can't wait to hear all of your feedback!
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I kept waiting for her but she never came. It's 10 p.m. and she's still not home. I was hungry and I gave up on waiting for Sara. I know she wouldn't come. I went to a restaurant with a friend of mine. As I sat in my seat, I saw Sara with a couple of friends. I decided to text her.
Hey, why aren't you home? It's late.
I saw her get her phone out of her bag. Her laugh faded away when she saw my text. I saw her while she typed.
Who's this?
Ma38oula she deleted my number?
You deleted my number?
I asked her. She didn't reply. I looked at her from the other side of the restaurant while she put her phone in her bag. She excused herself and left the restaurant. I told my friend that I had to go and he was pretty mad because I had to leave. I promised him we'll catch up another day.
I walked out the restaurant and followed Sara home. She was walking with confidence and she wasn't the old Sara. This Sara is different. A group of drunk guys came up to her and started bothering her. I was about to beat them up when I was surprised that Sara kicked them both and they both fell into flour, wincing in pain.
She continued her way and I was still walking behind her. Ten minutes later, we were in front of her apartment. When she got the keys out of her bag, her phone fell on the cold pavement. I picked it up and gave it to her.
Her face got paler that it already was. Her mouth formed an O shape and she didn't speak a word. I wanted to hear her voice, the voice that made my ears dance with excitement. She didn't say a thing, not even a single hello. She just turned around and fumbled with the keys. A minute later, she opened the front door and entered and locked it behind her. It was a glass door and I could see her walk up to the stairs and sit on the first step. I stood outside in the cold, shivering. She had her head in between her tiny hands.
"Let me in," I said, banging on the door. She was in the lobby of her apartment. On her left were the mailboxes and on her right was the empty concierge desk.
She got up and started to walk up the stairs. I banged harder until she stopped. She came back down and opened the door.
"Sara, I'm sorry for what I did last-" I said, but was cut off by her stunning words.
"Leave mi7sen, I don't want to ever see you again, and don't come back because I already love somebody else," she said and went upstairs to her apartment.
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"So, Mi7sen, please introduce me to this young fellow next to you," Dmitry said with a smile.
"This is Fahad, Sara's husband," I told him.
"Nice to meet you," Dmitry told Fahad with a smile on his face that was automatically fading once he saw the bracelet Fahad was wearing.
"Like wise," Fahad told Dmitry with a soft smile.
"You never told me that Sara was married," Dmitry said.
"Because she wasn't married at that time, but that's not the point. You have to help me get her back because you are the the only one who could help me," I told him.
"You are wrong my son, I'm not the only one in this room that can help you," Dmitry said, looking at Fahad with one eyebrow up. "That man knows where Sara is, but he doesn't know it yet."
"What do you mean?" Fahad asked Dmitry.
"Where did you get that bracelet? The one in your hand?" Dmitry asked Fahad.
"My brother gave it to me a year ago as a birthday gift. He told me that it meant a lot to him so he gave it to me," Fahad said, confused.
"Mi7sen, do you remember the man who knew Sara's father? The one who wanted Sara to marry his son?" Dmitry said, forgetting his name.
"Khalid?" Mis7en said.
"Yes, yes, Khalid. He's got Sara." Dmitry said. "I think he's planning on taking her for his son.
"But she can't marry him, she's already married to Fahad," Mi7sen said, banging the wooden desk with his clenched hand.
"Uhm- not anymore" Fahad said, hesitantly.
"What do you mean?" Mi7sen turned his head to Fahad.
"I signed the divorce papers yesterday. Sara's single." Fahad said.
"You boys got yourselves into big trouble. I think I can't help you this time Mi7sen, Khalid is a killer and he won't mind killing you both and killing Sara after his son gets bored with her." Dmitry said. "But I can tell you one thing, Khalid is expecting you two to come after him, and don't ask me how I know that."
Fahad's P.O.V:
I followed Mi7sen to his car. I feel like all of this is just a dream that I can't wake up from. I'm waiting for my alarm to ring so I can go to work but nothing was happening. I guess it isn't a dream after all.
I got into the car and started and Mi7sen rode next to me.
"Drop me off home," Mi7sen said.
"What about Sara? What are we going to do about her?" I asked.
"I'll come to you later today and discuss it with you," Mi7sen said.
"You don't have a car," I told him.
"I have Sara's car, I'll bring it back here," he said.
I opened up the radio and plugged my iPod to the aux. I played some of majeed's songs, Sara's favourite singer.
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Flashback
It was the second day of our honey moon. Sara was sleeping on the couch in the living room and I was laying on the bed. She wouldn't sit in the same room I was in and she wouldn't speak to me. I never talked to her except when we were kids.
I got up and took a quick shower. My mother called and asked me how my honeymoon was. My sister then called me. She loved Sara so much, they were practically best friends. She asked me if I could put Sara on the phone but I told her to call her on her on mobile instead.
I sat on the counter facing Sara's back. She was so engrossed into the phone call that she didn't hear me walk in and sit on the stool.
"Umbaay Dalaaal ta5ayalay I saw an oscar de la renta dress ams ou 7ad'ha 7ilwaa it was silk ou its printed ou it goes with everything. I've even got the right pair of heels to match!" She told my sister.
"Eeee I saw that dress I bought it. 9ijj inna they're aren't any weddings in couple of few months bas the dress was so beautiful I couldn't not-buy it," she laughed. "eee I'll send a pic now let me try it on ou I'll take a pic 9aber I'm gonna put you on speaker"
She went and took out a big puffy dress and tried it on. Of course I looked away. She still didn't realise I was sitting on the stool.
She looked beautiful in the dress. With a messy bun and no makeup on, she is still beautiful. Wait, Fahad what are you saying? You can't love her. You can't think she's beautiful. After all, I'm planning on divorcing her in two years tops.
She took a picture of herself and sent it to Dalal.
"YAL KALBAA SHAKLECH 7AIL ESHAAWEG!" Dalal screamed into the phone.
"Dalal tara mu lazem et9ar5een tara Sara tegdar tesme3ech" I chuckled.
Sara turned around and saw me sitting on the stool. She quickly took her clothes and went to the bathroom and shut the doors behind her.
I ate an apple and got out the clothes I was going to wear today. I actually ironed them and hanged them in the closet. I took a shower and wore my clothes.
I went out to the living room and saw Sara applying makeup.
"Wain betrou7een?" I asked.
"It's not like you care," she told me.
Exactly. Why do I care?
"La bas 3alashan etha uboy edig 3alai, a3aref shino agoula" I said.
"Ba6la3 with a friend of mine for breakfast," she told me. She grabbed her bag and left.
I was walking behind her. She met a man who looked about her age and hugged him. She went into the restaurant and sat on the table.
Seriously Sara? You're married and you go hug a man? I didn't think you'd actually be one of those girls.
A couple of days went by and we were now in Maldives. Sara was forced to sleep next to me because there wasn't any extra beds nor a sofa since it was a honeymoon suit plus all the other rooms were occupied.
Until one day I found her laying on the sand in her swimsuit crying.
"Why are you crying?" I asked her. I haven't heard her voice in a week.
"Why do you even care?" She asked, sniffing.
"Because I do," I told her.
"No you don't, you just want to find a reason to laugh at me," she told me.
"No I do care," I told her.
"No you DONT! Don't look at me that way. Don't look at me with pity in your eyes. You ruined my whole life. I was forced into marrying the person I don't even like a bit. I'm forced to live with you my whole life. I was supposed to have a future but you ruined it. I want to have children with a man I love not you. I was supposed to marry someone who loves me who loves my flaws who loves me for who I am and here I am in the place I wanted my honeymoon to be in with the wrong man. I wish I ran away the minute I knew I was going to marry you," She told me.
"Ullaa ulla tara ana ma sawaitlich shay! Laish chithii tekreheeni?" I asked.
"L2anek 5arabt 7ayatee" she told me, look up at me.
"Wa 3asa takrahuu shay2 wahuwa 5air lakum" I told her.
We sat there in silence.
"Let's make a deal." I told her. "Let's try to love each other. Let's make this work. We are married so anything we do is okay. You can take your time we don't have to rush anything."
"Okay, but you can't force me to do anything," she told me.
"Deal." I told her. "You know, there are perks for loving me," I smirked at her.
"Oh yeah?" she told me. "What are they?"
I got on top of her and started tickling her. She started to laugh so hardly and begged me to stop.
That was the moment I fell in love with Sara.
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A lot of people wanted Sara and Fahad and this was the only way I could do it. I promise you, no more flashbacks about silly things:p
Lots of love,
Reveur xxo
7lo mara bs 5leehm ylgoon sara w make more happy moment lish kla 7zn 7zn :(? W I LOVED YOUR STORY
ReplyDeleteChan zain she marries me7seeen they're a cute couple ðŸ˜:(❤
ReplyDeleteAmazing ! Please post soon :')
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