Possession by Laila Ali (best authors to read txt) 📕

She was lost in her own eyes. Her own eyes were telling her a story. Her mind flashed back.

Flashback

She was humming a sweet tone in her melodious voice as she continued to make coffee for her. Once again, her father has to go out of the city for some work and her mother's night shift was going to end at 4 am. So her parents dropped her at her aunt's place.

Her aunt and uncle were also out of the city and there were only four people in the house, she, Daniyal, Shoaib, and their sister Nayab.

Nayab made a bet between Daniyal and her which Daniyal won and now she has to make him a coffee. She was extremely unprofessional at cooking whether it be only making a coffee moreover, no one was allowed to help her and she had to make a perfect coffee.

Her humming stopped when she felt that someone entered the kitchen. She turned around and saw Shoaib enter the kitchen.

He leaned against the kitchen island as he begin to look at her.

"Ah, Shoaib Bhai do you know how much more I have to beat this mixture?" She asked pointing towards the pitch-black mixture of coffee indicating that she added a lot of coffee.

He gave her a good two minutes perusal after listening to what she said. She was confused.

"Bhaii Kia dekh rahay hein ap?" She asked again unaware of his evil intentions.

(Brother, what are you looking at?)

"Oh sorry sorry nothing. Let me help you with the coffee." He said breaking her intense stare in her.

He abruptly held her hand which was on the beater and leaned against her back that his front touched her back and placed his other hand on the kitchen shelf, caging her between the shelf and him.

She was baffled.

"Shoaib bhai Yeh ap kia kar rahay hain?" She asked, confused, and tried to push him away but he pressed him more into her.

(Shoaib bhai what are you doing)

"Tumhari madad Kar rha hum," he said nuzzling into her neck.

"Please go away. Koi daikh lei ga. What are you doing?" she whispered trying her best to push him away.

(Someone will see)

"No one will see" he smelled her sweet fragrance digging his mouth into her neck.

She tried to free her hand which was under his hand on the beater but he tightly gripped her soft hands turning the beater off.

"You are beautiful" he huskily whispered and placed his other hand on her stomach pressing her body into him.

"Muj sei dur ho jayein warna mein cheekhain marun gi" she threatened continuously trying to get away from him but his strong hold on her was not letting her go. Her hands clutched onto his as she tried to free his grip on her.

(Get away from me else I will scream)

She was completely confused over his indecent actions but now she only wanted to be away from him. He was like a brother to her. His actions were making her fearful and confused.

He laughed after listening to her small and sweet threat.

"Come on. Scream and gather people. Do you think people will believe you?" he asserted confidently.

"Bhai please chorain muje. Mje janay dain." She cried out, squirming and pushing him away

(Bhai please leave me. Let me go)

"It's all your fault. If you were not so beautiful then I would never have been attracted to you. And if you want to scream then scream aloud at the end people will only believe me that you caged me in your charms. In the end, you will be a sinner in front of people's eyes who allure men to herself. In this way, you will be making your parents lose their respect in front of the people. People will then only see them as the parents of a girl who attracts men in her beauty." He blackmailed her and in a swift motion turned her around. Before he could smash his lips against hers she gathered all the force inside her and pushed him so hard that he fell back and ran away but his words kept lingering in her mind.

'Is it my fault?' She thought.

Her eyes were glassy which were already telling the story of tyranny done to her.

That was the day those brown orbs got the skill of telling a story to this insensitive world where a girl could not voice out the oppression done to her due to the parochial attitudes of this society. Her lips were zipped only with the thought of

Log Kia kahein gey

(What will people say)

She wiped away the lone tear that escaped from her eye.

Flashback ends

Her crystal brown eyes were staring her back from the mirror as they were filled with a flood of tears. A knock on the door broke her reverie and she instantly washed her face again to drink in her tears.

"Zahra daughter?" Her grandmother called out anxiously.

"I'm sorry. I'm coming" she said hurriedly and dried her hair quickly before brushing them and then went out of the bathroom, her grandmother already waiting for her whilst sitting on the bed.