Chapter 1
WARNING: this story contains some sexual content and mature content which viewers may find unpleasant.
Fatima’s POV – Present Day
Wilkins Residence
Thursday, 10 October 2019
10.03hrs
It was a cool October morning and I sat curled up in our bed with my back against the backrest and the lower part of my body covered up nice and snugly by the quilt. The sound of the rain pitter-pattered against the windows directly behind our bed.
It feels very calming to listen to.
It wasn’t a heavy rain thankfully but it still wasn’t a good idea to be out and about, which I hope would settle down later so we can go out to celebrate my darling husband’s 27th birthday as a family on our day off.
I felt a slight tug of the quilt as Kyle slept soundly beside me on my left. I looked down at him and felt a smile spread across my lips, watching him sleep peacefully with his head towards me.
I could never get tired of watching him sleep, knowing how safe and at ease he feels beside me. I enjoyed the moment for a few more seconds before I got back to browsing the newsfeed on my iPad set against my lap, adjusting my glasses momentarily with my left hand.
Many people were wishing Kyle happy birthday on his homepage. I browsed them all to see at least thirty so far of his friends, and some of his family members – mine included – sending him their birthday wishes.
I continued scrolling down and I came across a photo uploaded by Daniel of when he and Kyle were very young and still in Bayside Comprehensive School. They must have been around fourteen or fifteen years old judging from the adorable baby-face he had back then.
In the picture Kyle, Daniel and some other boys were sat on a bench in one of the playgrounds, most likely taken during break time from the snacks they all had in their hands with Kyle holding up a small bottle of Coke and Daniel holding a bottle of Dr Pepper up in the air in a cheering manner.
His cute smile and dark blue eyes radiated in the photo which sent butterflies down my stomach.
There were a few more birthday wishes from his other friends and a few of his work colleagues, such as Lauren and him stood together during a Christmas work party. I saw one from Lucy and my mother wishing him happy birthday, as did my aunty Yasmina and my cousin Ikram and her girlfriend Kelly, as well as many other members of my family.
I expected to see one from my brother, Yusuf, but given it was still early over in the UK it would be unlikely for him to be awake at this time – especially if he’s been out partying last night over in university, I thought to myself quietly chuckling.
Despite how much he has grown over the years – especially into a very handsome, intelligent and outgoing sixteen year old young adult – Yusuf will always be the little baby brother I adore him as.
I switched over to the weather app on my iPad to check on the forecast for the rest of the day and luckily enough it says chances of clearing up by two o’clock, so at least we have an opportunity to go out for lunch all together.
But just as I was looking at the rest of the forecast a notification appeared saying I’ve been tagged in a photo by my best friend, Sofia Attias.
I clicked on the notification and it opened up to a memory of a photo of us all exactly five years ago today on Kyle’s 22nd birthday.
In the photo Kyle, Daniel, Lucy, Sofia and I were stood against the wooden ledge above the sea next to the Dusk nightclub in Ocean Village after the surprise birthday dinner Lucy and I threw Kyle.
I remember Jessica also being there for the dinner but she offered to take the photo on Sofia’s phone without being in it.
Seeing the photo a wide spread smile forms over my lips as I thought back to that time. I was still heavily pregnant with Nahla, sleeping away in my womb, whilst her loving father stood behind me in the photo with his arms gently wrapped around, cradling her.
It was also the same night Kyle got down on one knee in the very spot I originally told him I was pregnant and asked me to marry him. I look back down to my beloved husband and smile once more – my king, my lover and protector.
Then, as if on cue, my other most cherished treasure burst into our room through the door running over to climb up on the bed before us.
‘Daddy! Daddy! Wake up, daddy!’ cries Nahla in a joyful tune, jumping up and down on her knees in-between her father and I.
‘Shhh,’ I usher Nahla putting my hand to the little five year old’s shoulder. ‘Daddy is still asleep, darling.’
Nahla quickly ceased her jumping and put both her hands to her mouth, she stares at me widely with those same beautiful dark blue eyes gifted to her by her father.
‘But it’s daddy’s birthday, Mummy,’ she said in a quiet but excited voice. ‘I want to sing for him.’
My heart almost leapt out of my chest I cannot contain the smile growing ever so largely on my face.
I look down to find Kyle surprisingly still fast asleep, despite the restlessness of his beautiful daughter. Nahla may have my skin complexion with black hair, but her eyes, mouth and nose are that of her father’s.
For all the love I feel from my husband, she is truly my greatest gift to him.
‘Well maybe if you wake him up gently, darling, he’ll be happy to hear you sing for him.’
Nahla smiles excitedly in response.
She crept over slowly towards Kyle and began to gently shake her father’s left shoulder as he sleeps.
‘Daddy…’ she practically whispers. ‘Get up, Daddy. It’s your birthday.’
I watch as she continues to gently shake his shoulder, receiving no response from him.
Nahla reared in closer until her little face was up against his ear, still urging her sleeping father to wake up.
‘Daddy?’ she muttered.
Just as I expected, in a quick leap Kyle turns his entire body around and screams in a playful tone, picking up his daughter from under her arms as she cries excitedly in response, wearing a large grin over her face.
Kyle sat on his knees as he held Nahla in front of him, bringing her in for a big kiss to her little cheeks. She starts laughing with joy.
‘Were you trying to wake me up, sweetie?’ Kyle asked.
Nahla giggled in response.
‘It’s your birthday! And I want to sing happy birthday for you.’
Kyle looks over at me wearing a joyful expression no different to the one currently plastered over my face. I gave a single nod at him and he turned his head back to his daughter wrapped around his torso by her little legs and arms around his neck.
‘I would love to hear you sing for me, kiddo,’ he said setting her back down on the bed in front of us.
Kyle sat back against the backrest with his left leg bent, right leg crossed inwards and hands held together resting his left forearm on top of his bent knee. I sit closer to him resting my body against his right arm.
He gave Nahla a nod signalling her to begin to which she took a deep breath and got ready to sing.
‘Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday, dear Daddy! Happy birthday, I love you!’
Kyle and I break out into applaud, wearing a big smile, he leans in taking her entire head in his hands and plants another big kiss on the temple of her head. Meanwhile I continue clapping my hands at the adorable display of affection our little girl gives towards her father.
‘That was wonderful, sweetie,’ said Kyle giving one last kiss to her head. ‘Thank you, I loved it very much.’
‘Really?’ Nahla asked as her eyes lit up.
Kyle nodded his head excitedly at her.
‘Yes, really. Thank you.’
Nahla leans in and wraps her tiny arms around Kyle, giving him a big hug.
‘I’m glad you liked it, Daddy. I love you.’
Kyle wrapped his arms around his daughter in return.
‘I love you too,’ he added kissing the side of her ear.
‘Nahla, sweetie, why don’t you go and get dressed and then I’ll make your breakfast,’ I said squeezing her shoulder.
With a nod of her head Nahla let go of her father and crawled down from the bed, rushing out of the bedroom she hurries back to her room and closes the door to get dressed.
I continue to smile to myself as I look over at Kyle who was just in the middle of stretching both his arms. He soon lowered his arms and begins to rub the side of his face with his left hand, still wearing a look of exhaustion in his expression.
I leant my left hand out and rubbed his right knee soothingly.
‘Sleep well, my love?’ I asked.
Kyle nodded his head with a yawn whilst covering his mouth.
‘Yeah, more or less,’ he replied in a sleepy tone.
Kyle then moved his entire body towards me to rest his head down against my chest whilst the rest of his body lays on top of my lower body. I snort as he gets comfortable and I begin to gently rub the top of his head, feeling his soft hair brush against my fingers.
‘Would you rather sleep-in today for your birthday, babe?’ I asked giggling.
He chuckles back in response.
‘Don’t tempt me, Fatima. I could easily fall asleep right now in your arms.’
‘Well it wouldn’t be the first time you have.’
Kyle gave out a snort.
‘I wouldn’t count on it being the last either.’
We both share a laugh together as we sit in silence, listening to the gentle rain continue to tap against the window. It didn’t sound as loud now as it was before so it looks like the rain is slowly clearing up.
I felt as Kyle moves his left arm around to find my right hand and once he did he took it in his, clasping our hands together in union.
‘So what are the plans for today then, birthday boy?’ I asked.
‘Well, for starters,’ Kyle replies as he slowly sits up and looks directly at me before leaning in to kiss me on the lips, which I welcome very openly as I kiss him back. ‘I’m going to enjoy my birthday kiss.’
I smile back at him as my face flusters.
‘And secondly?’ I asked biting the side of my lip with a smirk.
‘And secondly we’re going to Daniel and Lucy’s house for lunch later.’
I raised a brow at Kyle. I thought they were both still away on their holiday in Malaysia.
‘They’re back already from their trip?’ I asked.
Kyle gave a nod in reply.
‘Yep, they arrived yesterday so they could have enough time to prepare things for today.’
‘Ah, that’s wonderful,’ I replied with a smile. ‘So what time are we heading over to theirs?’
Kyle turned his head over to the bedside table and reached over to pick up his wristwatch. He held the watch in his right hand to look at the time.
‘We can leave at around half twelve – give Nahla enough time to have a light breakfast – then arrive at their house by quarter to one.’
‘OK,’ I replied with a nod. ‘Well, I’ll let you use the bathroom first.’
‘Thanks babe,’ replied Kyle leaning in to kiss my cheek.
Smiling again he leans back to get down from the bed, standing up onto his feet he pulls his navy-blue sleeping t-shirt over his head and tosses it to the end of the bed.
I can’t help but loose myself at the sight of his lean and muscular body, I have no doubt he knows I’m eyeing him which is why he keeps facing towards me as he quickly browses through his mobile phone – I noticed he’s also resisting the urge to smile whilst he faces me.
‘You going to sit there gawking?’ he muttered.
I feel my face go red with heat. I have to close my eyes for a moment as I turn them aside, however I quickly return them back up towards him as I give a very seductive smirk in response.
‘Yes… yes, I think I might.’
We share another light chuckle together just as Kyle sets down his phone back on the bedside table.
He turns towards the bedroom door and heads out to the bathroom. However, the smile soon drains from my face the second I catch sight of his back and see all the massive scars taking up nearly all of his body from behind.
My heart sinks at the recollection of that horrible day, exactly five years ago next week on Tuesday, when I almost thought I would lose the love of my life and father to our wonderful daughter.
All because of my angry and vengeful half brother… Zachariah.
To this day I still can’t understand how anyone could survive what Kyle went through, but he did, and in doing so he kept both Nahla and I alive. But every time I see the scars on his body, no matter how much I’ve tried to get used to them, I just can’t help but shatter inside.
He’s still here and still with us. That’s what matters – I thought to myself every time.
I took a deep breath to calm myself.
Kyle had already walked out of the bedroom and entered the bathroom just a bit to the left.
I stretch my arms out for a moment then climb out of the bed, slipping into my cosy slippers, I head out of the room and into the kitchen where I get straight to fixing Kyle and I a cup of coffee whilst I also prepare Nahla her breakfast.
Nahla soon joins me in the kitchen and sits down in her chair at the table. I set her bowl of weetabix and glass of orange juice in front of her and she gets straight to eating the moment I turn my back to fetch my cup of coffee – she definitely has your appetite, I chuckle to myself.
Kyle eventually joins us in the kitchen looking freshly shaved and smelling of that wonderful cologne I can’t get enough of him wearing.
He gives Nahla a kiss on her head as she eats her breakfast then takes his mug of coffee in his hand whilst pecking me on the cheek with his lips, giving me a close up of his fragrant scent.
I can’t help but take it all in during the brief moment he has his neck close to my face. I bite my lips resisting the urges flaring inside.
Kyle takes a seat in the chair beside Nahla on her left and sits blowing at his hot coffee, sipping at it slowly.
I join them at the table and sit on Nahla’s right, watching her fondly enjoy her breakfast. It’s moments like this that I treasure so much – all of us sat together, enjoying the peacefulness as a family.
‘Did mummy get you anything for your birthday, Daddy?’ asked Nahla catching both of our attention.
Kyle raised an eyebrow then looks over at me with a smug look on his face.
‘Good question, darling… did she?’ he asked teasingly.
I rolled my eyes wearing a grin before I turn down to Nahla and usher her to come closer to me.
She leans her head in and I went up to her ear, enough so that Kyle won’t be able to hear me speak, as I whisper: ‘Go to Mummy and Daddy’s bedroom, sweetie, and look in the top drawer of my bedside table and bring me the white envelope in there. OK darling?’
Nahla nods her head excitedly before getting down from her seat and rushing out of the kitchen towards our bedroom. Meanwhile I look over at Kyle who was leaning back in his chair, staring at me with a smirk on his face.
I couldn’t help but blush as a grin takes over.
‘What?’ I asked with a giggle.
Kyle simply shrugged his shoulders, still keeping that same cheeky smirk of his I love seeing so much over his cheerful face.
The connection we have after so many years and so many struggles we endured together is beyond unique. The fact we’re both still here is a reminder to me every day how strong our bond is, that not even words can describe it.
Sometimes words weren’t even needed… you can just feel it inside.
After a few moments Nahla rushes back to the kitchen holding the white envelope in her hands. She walks up to her father and presents out the card to him in both hands, smiling that precious smile of hers I can never grow tired of.
Kyle’s face lights up as he takes the card off her, caressing her cheek as he does so.
He peaks over at me for a brief moment smiling before getting straight to opening the envelope with his hands.
I continue to sip at my coffee as Kyle opens up the envelope and fishes out the beautifully decorated white and blue birthday card I bought him that reads “Happy Birthday to my Wonderful Husband” on the front cover.
He grinned happily at the cover but I notice his face glow even more after he reads what’s written on the inside of the card:
To my husband and darling friend
Not a day goes by where I never stop to think how truly blessed I feel to be here and celebrate your birthday with you. For all your dedication to this family you deserve the world and much more.
Happy 27th Birthday my dear, dear husband and loving soul mate. Best wishes from your loyal wife and amazing daughter.
Fatima and Nahla xxx
I watch as Kyle’s eyes light up from reading the birthday card. He looks up at me and from the way his eyes look into mine with that joyful smile of his, I know there is no need for words to express how grateful he is.
He looks down at his daughter and takes her head with both hands, leaning down to kiss her temple tenderly.
Kyle picks Nahla up in his arms and stands up from his chair, coming over to me he leans down and kisses me softly and lovingly on the lips, holding my cheek with his left hand whilst supporting Nahla with his right.
‘Thank you, darling,’ he said softly. ‘You’re the best.’
I smiled at him in response and leaned in for another kiss.
‘My pleasure,’ I replied.
Kyle sets Nahla back down on the floor and it was then I notice she was holding something else in her hands. It was a very small and flat piece of paper only it looked more solid-like with plenty of colour and detail to it.
Nahla turned towards me and came up to my lap, resting her hands on top. I only then realise it was an old photograph she has in her hand.
‘Mummy! Mummy!’ she cried. ‘I found this photo in your drawer.’
I took the photo off her and examined it carefully. Upon mere seconds of looking at the image a smile spreads across my face.
‘Who’s the girl in it, Mummy?’ asked Nahla.
Looking closely at the photo I see a younger version of myself stood by the corridor of my Mum’s house, dressed in a white tracksuit with purple bottoms and purple trainers, wearing a white Hijab and light green headscarf underneath smiling rather awkwardly towards the camera.
‘You still kept that picture, huh?’ asked Kyle resting his hand on my shoulder whilst looking at the photograph along with me.
I nodded my head smiling down at the memory.
‘Yes… I did.’
Kyle squeezes my shoulder as he walks out of the kitchen into the living room. Nahla continues to rest her arms on my lap looking up at me as I continue to stare mindlessly at the photo, completely lost in a daze.
‘Who is she, Mummy?’
I lower the photo and turn it back around to face Nahla as I hold it.
‘That’s me, sweetie, during my first day of college… and the day I met daddy.’
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7 Years Ago
Fatima’s House
Tuesday, 4 September 2012
10.43hrs
‘Smile!’ said my mother holding the old roll-of-film camera in her hands aimed directly at me.
I stand near the corridor leading to the front door beside the big arm chair whilst my mother snaps the photo with a tiny flash, certain that the camera only managed to capture me doing the complete opposite of a smile.
Today just doesn’t feel like such a good day.
I did try my hardest to smile for the sake of the photo but the feeling of being sick for the last few days still hasn’t faded away, and on top of that because of my cold I missed my first day of college yesterday when we were all supposed to go in for the induction course to get our timetables for the year.
Thankfully my mother had called in to inform the headmaster I wouldn’t be able to attend and went in to collect my timetable herself, but I still missed out on learning where my classes are or what the building layout is like.
Stupid cold. I really hope it goes away and doesn’t spread to anyone – I thought to myself resisting the urge to sneeze.
‘Now, have you got everything ready?’ asked my mother after she set down the camera on the coffee table.
‘Yes, momma, I do,’ I replied with a nod.
‘OK, and Fatima, if you’re still feeling unwell just call me and I’ll come out of work to collect you.’
I smiled at her reassuringly, making it clear I wouldn’t need collecting from college. I’ve already missed the first day and I can’t bare the thought of missing any more, so even if I do feel rough I’m just going to deal with it.
‘I’ll be fine, momma, don’t worry,’ I replied.
‘OK,’ Soukaina whispered with a smile. ‘Would you be well enough then to pick up your brother from school later at three-thirty?’ she added.
I gave her a nod of my head in response whilst I picked up my handbag from the arm chair and held it over my shoulder.
‘Yes, I’ll pick him up,’ I replied. ‘You can count on me.’
Soukaina smiled at me.
She raised her hand up gently to my face and cupped my cheek, looking into my eyes, she gave me such a look of affection that I couldn’t help but blush as I smile back at her.
‘I know I can, my dear,’ she uttered softly. ‘Try and make some friends whilst you’re at college, Fatima. It’s not going to be like Westside.’
A frown immediately took over my face.
I shiver to the horrible memories of my four years attending Westside Comprehensive School, alone, with no one I was actually able to call my friend throughout those years.
Looking back now I still wonder how I got through all the bullying and torment from my classmates, ridiculing me because I come from a broken family.
My parents divorce has never done me any good and the fact it only brought me further pain once everyone knew, I’ll be amazed if I can even make any other friends after all that.
‘Momma…’ I breathe turning my head down slightly only for my chin to be gently pulled back up to face my mother looking straight at me.
‘Fatima, this is a new school for you – a new beginning. Just try… you have nothing to lose.’
I sighed and gave a nod of my head as I leaned in and wrapped my arms around my mother, hugging her firmly. She returns the hug and kisses the side of my head covered by my Hijab before moving her lips down to kiss my cheek.
‘I love you, sweetie.’
‘I love you too,’ I replied leaning in for another hug.
Nothing to lose…
‘Well, you better go,’ urged mum. ‘You start your first lesson at five past eleven.’
’OK, I’ll see you later. Bsalama.’
With one last hug I walk towards the door and grab onto the handle with my hand, however my attention is redirected back to the living at the sound of my mother calling out to me.
‘Oh and Fatima?’
I turned my head back to her.
‘Yes?’
She wore a grin for a few moments before she spoke again.
‘Wear your glasses, dear. You look very pretty with them on.’
I stare at her for a moment before I look down at my handbag and dig out my glasses from their little burgundy box.
I took the spectacles out of their box, stowing it back into my handbag, and slip them on over my eyes. I look back over to my mother once I have them on and she gazes at me very proudly as she waves her hand at me.
I wave back then walk out the door of my house and down the lift out through the main entrance to my block to begin my journey to college.
Glancing down at my wristwatch I notice I still have enough time before the end of morning break so I stroll calmly down past the Piazza and continue along Line Wall Road, I head directly in a straight path towards the college.
The start of Lover’s Lane was coming up which lead directly to college, marking the end of Line Wall Road.
I continued my stroll but in doing so I also passed by the Jewish Park where most Jewish families, as well as a few fellow Muslim and even some Gibraltarian parents take their children to play on the swings and seesaws.
Seeing the Jewish locals I couldn’t help but be reminded of the one person in all honesty I can actually say is my friend. Unfortunately she was unable to attend Westside with me because of her Jewish culture and therefore had to go to the private Jewish school, whilst I was alone in Comprehensive.
But nevertheless, Sofia Attias has been the only real friend I’ve had over the years despite no longer being able to see each other now since she had to move to Israel before the end of the summer.
I’m just happy she passed her A-levels and got accepted to go to university, but she’s planned on taking a gap year first in Israel before starting uni. Still, I’ll never forget how supportive she’s been for me despite only passing a few of my GCSEs.
‘Don’t worry, Fatima, you can still try doing them again in the college instead,’ she told me.
At first I didn’t really care much about it but I took her advice in the end and enlisted in the Gibraltar College for Further Education to get a second chance, and thankfully enough I was accepted for Level 2 which is actual GCSE, as opposed to Level 1 which is pre-GCSE and doesn’t really count in terms of valid qualifications – especially job-wise.
But nevertheless I’m determined to get through this year and make up for the unfortunate mistakes and failure I made in Westside last semester.
I arrived at the hill leading up to the college and begin walking up the small set of stone steps leading to the large patio outside the tall beige three storey rectangular building, fitted with benches outside and some large stone plant pots.
I dug my timetable out from my handbag to look through it to see my first subject of the day: English, room 15.
Strangely enough I notice there aren’t that many students hanging around and I realized why the moment I look at my watch – 11.13! I’m definitely running late which does not make me feel any better.
Before hurrying into the college building I paused for a moment and in that moment I decided I don’t want to wear my glasses, despite my mother’s advise to.
I removed them and quickly stuffed the spectacles back into their box and into my bag before I headed through the big arched door on the right-hand side of the building.
I knew my class couldn’t be on the ground floor so I climbed up the stairs to the first floor and walked down the corridor, reading the room numbers as I pass by them only to discover it’s not on this one.
Not on this floor either! – I curse myself as I begin to hurry down the corridor, catching glances of students looking out the windows of their classroom doors as I pass by.
I ignore their stares as I reach the end of the corridor and begin to ascend the stairs leading up to the second floor, quite certain I’m beyond late at this point since there are literally no other students in the corridor, apart from me wondering around like a headless chicken.
Talk about embarrassing…
I made it to the second floor and sure enough as I rounded the corner I finally made it to my classroom just a couple of doors down only to have my heart sink the second I notice the class empty with all the lights switched off.
‘What?’ I whisper to myself, cursing very quietly to myself in Arabic.
Looking back down at my timetable I double-check to make sure I have the right room but there’s no mistake about it, this is my classroom.
But where is the rest of my class?
I sigh heavily as my body sinks back against the window ledge behind me, I stare up at the ceiling and close my eyes, squeezing them shut.
This day is really off to a bad start.
‘Excuse me, are you lost?’ asked a gentle male’s voice.
My eyes shoot open and I stand straight as I turn right towards the source of the voice, only to be met by a pair of very kind and rather attractive dark blue eyes, which I’m pleased to say belongs to a fairly slim and handsome looking boy with dark brown hair and a sweet smile, dressed in a pair of denim shorts with a light brown t-shirt and white low-top sneakers.
I blush at the boy, smiling awkwardly as I give him a quick nod of my head.
‘Yes… I’m… I’m supposed to have English here in room 15 but there’s no one here.’
The boy gives me a gentle smile in response.
‘Then I take it you’re in my class,’ he replied which somehow made my heart accelerate faster. ‘We had to move down a couple of classes because they’re doing works on the computers in this room.’
‘Really? So… we’re in the same class?’ I asked unable to hide my rosy face from him.
He seems to make nothing of it as he gives a simple nod of his head and gestures with his hand to walk on down the corridor. The dark blue eyed boy takes lead and I follow him a couple of classrooms down until we arrive at room 19 at the very end of the corridor.
He opens the door then waits for me to walk in first. Quite a gentleman I smile to myself.
‘Thank you,’ I muttered stepping through the door into the class.
All eyes were on me as soon as I walked in and the boy was already sitting back down in his chair at his computer beside the window. I look at him before turning my eyes to the left at the teacher sat in her chair sending me a curious look.
‘Can I help you, dear?’ asked the teacher.
‘Mrs. Goncalves?’ I asked to which the teacher gave a nod of her head. ‘I’m Fatima Bukhari. I believe I’m in your class.’
The teacher looks at me with confusion at first before she looks down at her register laid out in front on the desk. Mrs. Goncalves traces down the list of names with her pen in her hand until she arrived at my name.
‘Ah yes, Fatima, here you are.’ She looked back up at me. ‘OK, well, go and have a seat anywhere you like.’
I give her a nod of my head and then look around the classroom, searching for an empty chair. After a few moments browsing I manage to find there’s only one available… and it’s next to him!
He looks at me and smiles as he pulls out the chair with his left hand offering it to me. I take a deep breath and walk over to the empty chair, sitting myself down as soon as I took the chair in my hand.
After setting my bag down on the floor I look up at the boy, sending him a smile of gratitude, but every time I seem to look into those dark blue eyes my face lights up with a blush that surely he can see from a mile away.
I want nothing more than to bury my head somewhere in the sand and not have to face the embarrassment of him seeing me blush so much.
Why am I blushing so much to begin with? – I thought.
I don’t even know this boy and I’m already making a fool of myself no doubt. But I’m soon reminded of my mother’s words about trying to make new friends and I know she’s right.
‘Thank you for helping me earlier,’ I spoke very low, unsure if I’ve even said it loud enough for him to hear.
‘You’re welcome,’ he replied back, reassuring me that he’s heard me.
I smile at him just as I feel my blush settle and my breathing return to normal.
‘I’m Fatima Bukhari, by the way,’ I said offering my hand out.
He looks at my hand for a moment, as if analyzing it, before he finally lends out his and takes mine in his gentle yet strong hand.
‘I’m Kyle… Kyle Wilkins.’
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So for those who have read the series from day one and have waited to see how Nahla turned out, there you go… :D 5 years later and she’s as adorable and active as ever xD
But now you’re all in for a new journey – or rather how this one originally began ;) so I hope you’re excited as I am to see how our two lovers came to be.
As always, remember to like, comment and just please share with me what you think of my works ^_^ and I’ll update as soon as I can with this one.
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