"There's nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be..."
"This story is a gripping tale of desire , jealousy , and unforgettable characters as real as the emotions that bring them together"
This is a story about Khadija afrah and afaan...
"Gaskiya, you have to pick dare now, Afrah," Zara added, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
I sighed, weighing my options. What could they possibly dare me to do that would be that bad? I mean, I've always played it safe with truth, but this time, why not?
"Fine. Dare."
The girls huddled up, whispering and giggling like they were plotting my doom. When they turned back around, they had identical mischievous grins.
"what's going on here?" I asked, suspicious.
Zulaikha, who had been nominated as the spokesperson, stepped forward. "Adda, your dare is to either propose to ya Afaan in the most dramatic way possible or... give him a lap dance to 'Level Up' by Ciara. Whichever you choose, you have to video it for us."
My eyes widened in horror. "You... you can't be serious."
"Oh, we're very serious," Iman chimed in, crossing her arms.
I shot daggers at them before rolling my eyes. "Fine, but at least let me wear something proper first."
"Yes! Go, go!" they all cheered like I was heading into battle.
I grabbed a denim jumpsuit, slipped it over a white long-sleeved shirt, and tied a faded blue scarf around my head. After fixing my hair, I grabbed my boombox and headed towards Afaan's room, the girls trailing behind like an entourage.
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When I entered, he was laying on his bed, eyes closed, looking way too comfortable. I tiptoed in, set up my phone on the mirror, and hit play on "Thinking Out Loud" by Ed Sheeran.
As soon as he heard the music, he opened his eyes and looked right at me. Without missing a beat, I rushed over and flopped onto the bed beside him.
"Ya Afaan, look, I know we're not exactly best friends, but dan Allah, help me! I was playing truth or dare with the girls, and..." I explained the whole situation as fast as I could, hoping he'd save me from the humiliation.
Afaan's POV After her earlier antics this morning, I couldn't help but shake my head. I could hear her laughing with Zara and the rest, and oddly, I felt a pang of jealousy. My wife was always more interested in being around other people than me.
Wait—my wife? Seriously, Naseer?
My phone buzzed, and I saw Bullz was calling me from London. He was handling some business out there.
"Hey man, how far?"
"Yaro, ba liver! Toh gashi an taimaka ma!" Bullz laughed heartily.
I hissed, rolling my eyes. "Dude, this girl is childish as hell."
Bullz didn't miss a beat. "Allahu Akbar, Babba! Mubarak, Mufadaal, come listen to this fool!" He laughed even harder.
Soon, it became a conference call. Mubarak was the first to chime in, "Assalamu alaikum, family man!"
