The Forbidden Magic. - Page 5

"Welcome home beta .. " .. Ahmed Malik, a man in his late 50s affectionately spoke as her daughter entered home. "hey dad!", her voice was plain and cold.

"WHAT THE HELL!!",

A boy of about 19 years of age entered the home shouting and she raised the volume even higher.

"ARE YOU DEAF?", he shouted and she started humming the song too, and the boy threw his bag, "dad!!, why don't you say anything to her, she always does like this, is she mad?", he growled and his voice got above the TV volume also,

She looked sideways and her father, who went in the kitchen, leaving her alone in the lounge.

She stretched her legs and closed her eyes, another evening filled with shouts and abuses. It wasn't a new thing, and neither did she ever complain about all this, she initiated all this. She could avoid, but she didn't want to.

Sighing, she went to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of juice and gulped it down, she needed something cold to settle the raging fire in herself.

"i am making your favourite pasta with red sauce.. will you ..", her father slowly asked and the drink seemed to stuck in her throat .

"no need to bother so much dad!, I AM leaving!!", she stamped her feet and rushed out of the home, leaving her father with a deep sigh and teary eyes.

Walking down the street, she was blankly going through her current routine, which was without doubt, pathetic. Fighting, sleeping, eating - that was all.

She herself chose to live a life like animals and thus she cannot complain.

"okay fine, I am not complaining!!", she barked at her own conscious as she was walking by a the famous busy street of London,

She observed people around her, there were of all types, but still her eyes stopped on every couple out there, holding hands, sipping coffee, kissing, making out, etc etc, she noticed all their physical gestures, and with these physical gestures, she noticed the abstract reality they were enforcing - COMPANIONSHIP.

"I don't need a companion", she smirked and diverted her attention to her nails, "I am not dependent on anyone", and with this assurity, the raging fire in her settled down.

Turning her eyes away from all those cozying couples, she walked by the street quickly and reached the famous night club of the city. She zipped down her leather jacket, leaving her with a revealing black top, perfectly flaunting every curve of her body.