Unsealed Fate

Chapter 1: The Visitor.

*I can do things you cannot do, you can do things I cannot do. Together we can do great things. We all stumble. That is why it's comfortable to go hand in hand*

Each time I read a story on Wattpad, I often wonder why the read digits are always higher than the number of votes.

Anyways, see that quote up there. I left it there for a reason. Please ponder on it and do well to support my baby, in any way you can. If voting is the least you can do, do it like8 your life depends on it. Thank you so much for understanding.

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The Visitor.

"Hannan!" I heard my mother calling from downstairs.

"I'm almost done. I'll be there in a moment!" I yelled, quickly rolling on my veil to complement my outfit.

"Just hurry up okay. Someone is here to see you." She yelled back. "And by the way, your breakfast is ready. You don't wanna be late for school today again"

Someone is here to see me? Who could that be? I thought to myself, knowing it was just eight in the morning and I wasn't expecting anyone at that time, not when it was Monday morning, plus I was already late for college.

How the hell am I going to get to college on time? Thinking of the huge traffic, I knew I was definitely going to be late for my exams.

I had only gotten three hours of sleep the night before. I was up all night studying for my anatomy exam which was my final examination as a sophomore.

"Hannan, what are you doing up there? Your sister and her kids are already having their breakfast. Hurry up and join them okay." She informed me and by the time she finished that sentence I was already at the door.

"Alright! I'm coming, Mum." My voice came out as more of a scream than I intended. I was already irritated by my mum constantly yelling my name. I hated being rushed and forced to do things. I always took my time to prepare for the day and that was why my mum would always say; wake up early if you want it done perfectly and fast. Anytime I did something hastily I was sure to miss something that might be relevant. I hope this time I didn't forget anything.

I was excited and tense. I had been for some time now, but not for any logical reason. At least not a reason I could come up with. Everything had been going smoothly for me since my father's demise, so smoothly that I started to think that his death was a blessing in disguise. I got into college early_ at seventeen, my mum got a new job, she was able to pay my school fees, and in no time we got a new apartment. All these happened after my Father's demise.

I am not saying that my father was bad luck or something. Just that when he was alive we could barely even feed. Life was really hard and mum had to work her ass off to ensure a reasonable standard of living for us.

My father used to sell turare(local perfumes) when I was much younger. He produced them on a small scale and distributed them to local shops around the neighbourhood and would sometimes take me along with him, but when he became ill, he stopped making perfumes and things became incredibly tough for us.

I grabbed my bag and headed out of the room, shutting the door behind me in haste. When I got to the living room, Imran was sitting on the couch dressed in a plain white T-shirt and a pair of blue jean pants. I was taken aback, seeing him at my place, not because I wasn't expecting him, but because I wondered how he managed to locate me.

"Salaam alaikum(Peace be onto you)" He smiled when he sighted me at the bottom of the staircase.

"Wa alaikum salaam( And peace be upon you too). Hey..how..." I opened my mouth to speak but was silenced by him.