The possessiveness

Summaiya, the main lead of our story is sitting and carrying in front of allah the merciful.

She is crying with all her heart, her life is no less than a drama, her life is full of tears but still she is thanking allah for her blessings.

Summaiya's pov:)ᕙ(  • ‿ •  )ᕗ

Oh allah, I thank You for making me this beautiful , for makng me all or sending me into this world, I can't tell you how much you have blessed me, I have a hand in my hand but not everyone has. I have my legs but not everyone has. I have my mother and father but not everyone has. I have my beloved sister who is with me in every difficulty but not everyone has.

ohh Allah thank you for all of your mercy.

After an hour,

I got up from my place, taking up my prayer mat.

Or then I went to the bed and then I remembered that I had to go to college. I went towards the bathroom, closed the door and took a bath. Or  I changed into school uniform.and i came out of the bathroom, wiped my hair with a towel, placed a dupatta on my head before hanging it on the balcony,and came back and packed my bag and wnt to the school but i wear naqaab i am in 9th my parents didn't force me to, but i like to cover my self

Only my eyes are visible no one can see nothing not even my body structure wich is very beautiful, alhamdulillah.

I reached my school and sat on my seat,

Badly i dont have any friends not in school but also in couching because i am straight forward person I say whatever I feel like and that's why people don't have the habit of hearing the truth, so they leave me.

But do i care???(i do)

Ofc nott!!!!!!

Why to waste my precious time for those basterds.

Opps i dont mean to but it slipped from my toungh....

The class ended and I held my head because it was feeling like it can be explored in just seconds.

By the way i want to be a  fashion designer but a arccupunturist too.

(Sorry if i write the spelling wrong because i am just a human being)

I am very tired that I am not able to go by bus or local, I am also feeling exousted, yes, you have heard the truth by local train, it means I am in Mumbai, "the city of dreams" yes and it is without a doubt.

So i decided to take a cab, but unfortunately i cant because i don't have a rupee to spend on cab.

But I remembered that my saved money is still there. "Thank God" i Mummerd.

I reach a cafe so i am a foodie wich loves food a lot, i dont gain fat also so no need to hesitate before eating anything littraly anything i want but if i have monye only  (rarly)

As soon as i enterd the cafe i usually dont eat from cafe because i like street food more, but today somthing happened and i ended up coming here i sat down before looking here and there admiring the beauty of this cafe.

I orderd my dessert as i am craving for some sweet usually i dont eat sweet thing but you know i am out of my control this time.

After 3 min my dessert comes on my table and i was enjoying it on my face cover wich was only revealing my eyes, but ayes can say more than words anyone can say that i am enjoying it alot

As soon as i open my eyes i saw a man staring at my soul, He was staring at me like he was going to fuck me right now.

I ignored him but then my gaze returned to him or he was staring at me with his blue eyes, his blue eyes and the big eye lashes made me believe that he was perfect.

Hes perfect lips and messy but blond hair driving me crazy,he was wearing a black coat and a white shirt 3 4 buttons open having an pendent in his neck i dont know why he looks like 24 or something

And wearing an strait black pant seems like he is vary rich that can even own this city.

As soon as i realise he is still starting at me with hes ocean blue eyes i move my head and reacite "astagfirullah, summaiya what are you doing ".

As i held my head up he was gone and i release a breath wich i was holding from when he was staring at my soul.

꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡Two days later ♡˖꒰ᵕ༚ᵕ⑅꒱

I was on my way to college, and was thinking about my past life.

It fells like an bad dream of mine wich is stuck in my life like a Fevicol

The thought which my body shiver,

I shook my head to throw this thout out of my mind.

As i held my head up i saw the same man i saw at the cafe staring at my soul. Tha  man he was standing his hands on his pockets and leand down to his car (and yess i am obsessed with cars fucking obsessed)

I saw the car wich was my dream car (every car is my dream car)

"Toyota Supra mk4"

I opend my mouth and this slipd out

The man looks at me before scanning me from head to toe

Hes face was like something is irritating him,

Before i can thing anything

"What are you staring at???,i know i am handsome but you cant stare me like this....not in public"

I he said in his deap huscky voice wich make my body shake

But, hes words were more irritating than his expression

I was like really???me???

"Ohh mr. What do you think your self?? A Spyder man?? doctor strange??iron man?? Why would i be staring at you??"

Hes expression change from irritation to shocke,

Like no one has talk to him like this.

"Then why were you staring at me??"

"I think thst you are irritated from something "

"You don't need to think about me"

I gulp mu saliva because in one conversation i got to know that this man is never going to low hes head when he us actually wrong

"Sorry sir i am wrong...i did a big mistake by looking at you and thinking that why are you irritated "

As soon as he hears those words, a smirk evil smirk appears on his lips,but i ignore him and walk towards my destination.