A week passed by and all Natasha ever did was to sleep and pass her time on Netflix. The thought of what is she going to do next was freaking her out, now that she has officially finished her graduation. The result is yet to come, but still. She had no adult in her life to guide her and she herself was just 20-years-old. Her widowed aunt knows nothing about education and Natasha was just glad that she's just letting her stay with her despite the stunt she has pulled on her supposed wedding day.
To this date, her teaching skills was paying off pretty well and she managed to live three years like that, by helping her aunt in some way possible. She taught her colony kids tuition every evening. But how much longer will she go like this? Having no direction in her life whatsoever.
After a long inner battle within herself, she moved her butt out of the bed and took a long and relaxing shower. After dressing up in a simple yellow Kurti and applying normal makeup, she smiles at her reflection in the mirror.
"You look great today, nats." with a giggle, she goes to pick her phone and took few selfies of herself, not wanting to waste her beautiful look. It's not every day that she feels good and looks good. Might as well save the moment.
"What next?" she huffed in boredom as she jumped back on the bed.
Haya hasn't called her for two days in a row and that was very odd about her, she'd call Natasha every day. She didn't call her because she has been binge-watching Netflix without a care in the world and did not realize the passing time. Panicking, she dialled her best friend's number who picked after a long three rings. Usually, she'd lift within a single ring. Something was definitely wrong.
"Hello? Haya?"
"Natasha..." Haya's voice sounded like she has been crying for hours and it freaked her out instantly.
"Hey... have you been crying? Why is your voice cracking? Is everything okay there? You're scaring me, Haya? Answer me? Why are you silent? Talk something. Hey!"
"NATASHA REHMAN! Calm down. You're not letting me speak, how will I answer your questions." Haya snapped at her angrily, Natasha bit her lips and remained silent for letting her best friend talk.
"I-uh, met with a lady on our vacation here, she was very kind and seemed very nice. To my shock, she liked me so much that she has even sent a wedding proposal for me. The lady is good and all. But you know how my so-called family is, right? Ever since I've turned 21, they want me to get married. So that I can finally use my inheritance. Now that they have a proposal in hand, they want me to marry this guy at any cost." Haya vented out frustratingly. Natasha gasped at this news. She didn't know what to say as she remained speechless, her green eyes widened in shock.
"Ahil! That bastard. I don't know why did my sister ever marry him. He's threatening me that if I don't marry this guy, then he'd divorce my sister."
"My sister loves him so much, and Divorce will break her."
"What a sick man!" Natasha finally managed to say something. She was too shocked to react something previously.
"Yes. Knowing him, I'm sure he'd do that." Haya muttered angrily.
"You're not going to marry someone just like that are you?"
"I care about my sister, even if she doesn't consider me as one. I really care for her. But I wouldn't risk my life just like that. That lady really looked so kind though, she seems to really like me." Haya confessed confusing Natasha yet again.
"I offered salat al-istikharah yesterday night and I got my answers."
"It was a yes then?" Natasha asked shockingly and heard her best friend hum in response.
"If this is what Allah has in store for me, then I'd follow His path." Haya calmed herself somewhat as she voiced those thoughts aloud.
"You sure, Haya? This could change your life drastically and marriage is not a joke. What about Farhan? He asked you to wait, right?" Natasha was angry and frustrated at her friend. How can she leave a guy like Farhan and marry someone else?
"If Farhan was in my fate, I wouldn't be in this situation right now. I don't think so we are made for each other. He barely ever calls, I don't think so we will be a good couple."
"You're joking, right? Farhan loves you." Natasha couldn't believe herself, but she was so mad at Haya right now. The thought of Farhan finding out about this and getting his heart broken was already breaking her heart. She cannot see Farhan heartbroken. Not even in her dreams.
"But if this is what is written on my fate then I don't know what else to do." Haya sighed helplessly.
"You sure that the answer was positive?"
"Yes."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"The answer was yes?" Natasha asked for the fourth time in a row.
"Yes. It was positive. I think I'll follow Allah's guide and marry him. What's worse left to happen?" Haya chuckled dryly.
Natasha knew how stubborn can her best friend be at times, so even if she was really very mad at her, she controlled herself and tried to be a supportive best friend, "be happy Haya. If you say that your prayers' answer was positive then I'm sure you'll find your happiness in that marriage. Cheer up."
"I guess so too. I'll talk to you later. Someone's at the door." Natasha frowned at the screen as she hung up the call.
"Take deep breaths. Deep breaths." Natasha told herself as she stared at her screen in disbelief.
Somewhere deep down, that little part of her heart which envied Haya was jumping in joy. She knew it was so wrong of her to feel like this. But she couldn't contain herself at all. She was having a whirlwind of emotions running in her mind.
"Am I acting too selfish?" she questioned herself but her question remains long forgotten as she saw a notification from Instagram, which read; Farhan Sheikh posted a new picture.
Immediately Natasha opened her Instagram app and couldn't help but smile at the post.
"Who gave you the rights to be this handsome, Farhan?" she asked to his picture dreamily whilst liking his post.
@FarhanSheikh_ Was missing my homeland so badly and then someone decided to cheer me up with this kurta. #desilove #missmyhome
His comment section was unusually filled with lots of comments, it was nearly 1.2K comments and she had to rub her eyes twice to check if that was really true.
Curiously, she opened the comments to know what all the fuss was about and her eyes went wide as she saw a comment from a verified account, that person happens to be Sasha King.
@SashaKing_ You look good in everything <3 #dimpleking. And the replies below were more absurd and stupid.
All of them included; are you guys dating? You guys will make a cute pair. Please confirm your relationship status, blah and blah.
Natasha couldn't believe her eyes.
"What in the world is happening?" she asked to herself whilst she opened that Sasha's account and was left speechless at the number of followers she had. Which was; thirty-five freaking million followers.
"That famous, huh?" No wonder people were going all crazy and stupid.
Unable to contain her curiosity, she googled that person and the top news feed left Natasha speechless yet again.
Breaking: Sasha King and her rumoured boyfriend cum fashion designer, "Farhan Sheikh" caught on the camera together. Here's everything you need to know about them. Click the link below.
Her eyes teared up unknowingly. She knew that it was all fake and Farhan would never do that to Haya. But it still hurt her. The news, the images of how close and comfortable he is with that model... everything was too much for her heart to digest.
Why on the earth did she have to fall in love with this guy? She felt like pulling her hair in frustration.
One-sided love is the most dangerous and frustrating thing she has ever experienced and this has to stop at some point. And that point is today, that's what she told herself as she shut her phone down and laid on her bed.
She knew he can never be hers and yet it hurts, every single time.