𝐄𝐱 𝐖𝐢𝐟𝐞'𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞

16. Working to Change Herself

Gonna love myself, no, I don't need anybody else (hey)
Gonna love myself, no, I don't need anybody else (I love me)
Can't help myself, no, I don't need anybody else
Anytime, day or night
(I love me)

Aaban's room was on the second floor. Like uncle's, it was a spacious single bedroom. It came equipped with a large wardrobe and opposite it was a sturdy study table. Sitting on top of it was a high-tech laptop, the model that he had always wanted!

Aaban ran towards it happily, asking, "Sis, is this for me?"

Tahera nodded with a smile. "Do you like it?"

"Of course! Sis, you're so good to me, I like it, I like everything here very much."

"I'm glad."

"Sis, this must have cost you quite a bit, right?" Aaban calmed down and asked.

Other than the expensive laptop, Aaban noticed Tahera bought some furniture to give the house a new look, she must have burnt through her savings.

"One can always earn more money," Tahera said with a shrug.

Aaban thought back to that miraculous night where Tahera managed to earn several hundred thousand BDT and his worry was slightly assuaged. "Sis, I'll start working in a few days' time, I'll help add to the family budget!"

"There's no need to rush because I need your help with something."

Aaban was caught by surprise. He asked, "My help, with what?"

"I'll tell you in a few days. Don't go to work yet, stay home to unwind and help me take care of uncle."

"Alright! I'll listen to sis," Aaban promised easily without even enquiring the details. He was always willing to do his sister's bidding.

"Then, rest well. I won't disturb you any longer." Tahera turned to leave but Aaban suddenly called after her.

"Sis, did you buy any new clothes and make-up for yourself?" Tahera swiveled back with a quizzical gaze. Why would he ask something like that?

Aaban took a closer look at her and knew she had skipped spending on herself again!

He reprimanded her, "Sis, you need to start taking care of yourself. You're young and beautiful so you must take care of your image or else certain people are going to look down on you!"

Tahera understood what he meant immediately. He was still hung up on what Rosa said to her that day.

Tahera didn't care much about her appearance but since she could afford to spend on her image, there was no reason not to fix her haggard appearance. Plus, Aaban was right, negligence of her appearance would only give others a reason to look down on her.

"I understand." Tahera retreated out of his room.

She stayed at the room that was originally hers. After Ruma took over the villa, she changed Tahera's old room into a storage space but Tahera undid her damage. She had her pick of any room in the house but she still preferred her old room.

Tahera stood in front of the wall-length mirror and inspected herself closely. She wasn't exceptionally tall, only 165 centimeters.

Her body was well-proportioned, she had a pair of great legs. Hidden under the sickly pall that drew over her face from years of hardships was a set of exquisite facial features. All these combined with her less than fashionable clothing choices made her disappear among the crowd.

Thankfully, ALLAH had given her a good base so she trusted she only needed time and effort to regain her beautiful self. She was once a teen girl obsessed with make-up and self-image; she had faith she could channel that past self when needed.