FORBIDDEN

09:Payback

Okay so this a really long one.

The main door of my house was shut behind me by a maid as I made my way inside passing the foyer. Heading to the kitchen I grabbed myself a glass of water from the fridge and gulped it down along with paracetamol.

I placed the bottle on the counter top and rested against it.

Footsteps resounded from the stairs but I didn't lift my head. It wasn't like my mother would be standing there anyway. And there stood a pathetic excuse of a good step mother.

"Aaliya tabiyat sai hai tumari? doctor ko bula dun agr down feel kr rhi ho?" Maria my so called step mother called out to me. (are you okay? Should I call the doctor?)

Heaving an annoyed sigh I replied"Nai mein bilkul theek hun ap zehmat na krein"
and made my way upstairs towards my room passing her in the process.
(No I am fine, don't bother yourself)

"theek hai agr kisi cheez ki zaroorat ho to bta dena" she called out from behind me.(okay if you need anything call me)

I passed her a smile and with my hand on the doorknob of my room my father called me.

"It's late princess, where were you from the morning?" He asked coming towards me.

Giving him a side hug I replied"University, Cafe and University and I had a lunch with Aaliya she's back"

"That's great. Pervaiz just gave me the invitation to Aira's wedding this morning. I guess you should help Aaliya with the work too she must not know many things of the wedding sort" he said.

"Yeah I will, besides I am the one who got to experience happy marriages the most, right? " I said while casting a look at Maria.
Be passed me a disapproving look.

"Goodnight, Baba jaan" and then I made my way inside and locked the door.

I didn't bother to wash up I just slipped inside the covers and let my thoughts get the best of me.

She wasn't here or she would be worried about me. Maria was too. She would make me her own herbal tea which would calm my headache this second. Maria would too if you ask her. She wouldn't let my mind wander to places that weren't good and she would make me sleep beside her incase I have nightmares.

I closed my eyes and let the memory of her consume me. This was the only way I could make myself sleep. With the momory of her laying beside me, patting my head and putting me to sleep, Thinking that she was still alive and hadn't lost the battle to cancer.

And then when the reality settled.

I cried myself to sleep.

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MORNING.

I woke up with my alarm clock ringing on my nightstand. Mentally cursing in my head I pushed towards the bathroom door hoping I won't be late too much.

I paired a blue jeans with a black shirt which I tucked inside my pants before completing the look with a black leather shacket on top. It was casual and a bit badass so I went with it.

I applied a bit concealer to hide my acne scars which weren't so many but they still made me feel not good about them. And then I did my bold eyeliner pairing with a brown blush on the cheeks before completing the look with a slight red lip.

Brushing my hair which were in layers I made my way outside the room and downstairs.

Politely denying the request to eat breakfast by my cook I quickly bid Baba and Maria goodbye promising him I would eat something once I reached the university.

I opened the door to my Mercedes and settled inside before driving hurriedly to the University.

Tossing my keys to the security after parking I ran towards the class with only 4 minutes left on the clock.

I opened the door to the class breathing heavily.

"You're one minute late, miss Daneen." Sir Reham called out to me.

Great he went on a round the only day I was late for a month.

"My sincere apologies, Sir" I replied.

"Sincere? Are you sure?" he mocked with a light chuckle.

I always felt a natural rage towards this man whenever I spoke to him and right now it was just intensifying by his words.

"You may be seated, Daneen" Miss Rehana said to me with a polite smile.

I sat with Omar as it was the only seat left and I wasn't in the right mind, mood or shape to argue with a student to lend me one.

With my eyes which were a bit puffy from crying at night and nail marks on my hand not to mention my messy hair I looked like a person who had lost her mind.

Shrugging it off I opened my notes along with my laptop and silently began to listen to the lecture.

This wasn't me behaviour.

If Sir Reham had mocked me like that just yesterday I would have mocked back too. Never in my life would I ever had shared a seat with Omar even if I had to kill a student to get their seat myself. I would have never allowed anyone to see me with a face like this.

But yet here I was in the Compulsory English class with essay writing on the white board and a topic which stated
"My Mother"

I ignored the rest talks of the teacher only remembering her telling the students that it is an ordinary topic and an easy one too but our task was to make it extraordinary in our own way.

I looked down as I tried to control the tears from leaking.

God, when did I become so sentimental?

It had to be the period.
Except I wasn't on one.

"Maybe you should consider changing the topic teacher" Zoha spoke up from her seat.

"Some people here are motherless" she stated looking at me.

Her minions laughed on her remark.

The Anger which I felt was intense. Like really intense. Except I couldn't do anything. My body gave up and I stilled.

With me everyone else in the class did too.

Except I soon recovered and looked to my left to see Omar hiding a smile.

This fucker.

"Well if you're referring to me, which I think you certainly are then I'd like to say that at least I don't behave like a fatherless bitch while still having one above my head" I replied calmly sending daggers through my eyes at Zoha.

The class went in an ooooh around me.
But I wasn't finished yet.

"And" I continued with a pause. "I am not taken for granted or as a second choice when property inheritance comes into chat during family occasions,certainly"
I said.

Omar next to me stiffened.

It was my time to smile now. Which I did while looking at him right in the eye.

"Anyways, if you guys want to put me down you'd have to try harder then that."
I finally said sending a polite smile to teacher Rehana as a sign for her to continue working.

The class didn't laugh at the retort I fired at Omar but his body language kept me at ease.

He was angry.
I was excited as Aaliya says.

Finishing my essay and writing wholely from my heart about my mother I gave it to Miss Rehana and went out of the class sending a small wave to Shehryar and letting him know I was okay.

If they want to put me down, They'd have to do it after my death.