Fanaa's POV.
During weekends ammi makes me clean and work like a maid.
I clean the dishes, I do the laundry, I prepare diner and many more duties.
I'm sure I ended loosing a bit of weight.
When I ask her why does she make me suffer she says " it's for your futur".
And I already know getting married, making kids and ending up being a housewife.
I DON'T want that.
I want to become something. I want people to be proud of me and I want to work.
Even if I do clean, I don't do it to end up like that it's rather for myself.
Once I'm done cleaning, I get in my room to pray.
Then I get in my pyjamas and I start to just think of random things.
Such as my life, my family, my friends, my food, my favourite actors and the thing I hate the most : my insecurities.
It's like I wear a mask on my face.
I don't tell anyone about them. I pretend as if I love my life but in reality sometimes I hate my body, I hate my face, I hate myself.
But then, mom tells me to pray and read the Quran and all these negative thoughts disappear.
While I was thinking in my head, sleep slowly came to me.
***
Bip...bip...bip!!
Alright! shut up stupid alarm! It's been bothering me for about ten freaking minutes now!
I shut the alarm off and buried my face in my pillow again.
Ugh, so exhausting.
My alarm starts to ring again however I finally decided to get up.
Once I'm up, I do my everyday routine and unfortunately not wearing a hoodie.
Mom made me promise that I have to wear something more girly and she even said that Salman will like it.
She really is pissing me off to the core. Always talking about him 24/7.
Anyways, I wore a pair of white jeans with a black dress that comes down to my knees. May I add that the details on them were really pretty.
After eating my breakfast quickly, I ran out for school.
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Ugh guess what.
I'm about to die right now.
I'm going to work with the new dude but guess who's the lovely rajkumar?(prince)
It's AHMED.
I can't believe it!
At least we're not that much of strangers.
But still, I don't want to!
"okay guys get in teams and start the work!" the teacher added before finishing talking.
Yeah! Sarcasm.
I got up from my chair with the paper work and get to his desk while taking a seat beside him.
Alright Fanaa, you can do this. It's just a project!
I think he is lost in his thoughts because he isn't saying anything nor is he looking in my direction.
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RomanceA hijabi Pakistani girl named Fanaa goes to high school to become something great that could save people from the bad world. Going to school everyday isn't easy for her.She's not the best and she tries hard but always end up failing at school and ge...