Chapter 5

Anabia's POV

I opened my eyes and found myself in Bua's lap. The next moment I realized what happened. My heart was wincing from the pain. I cried my eyes out. I was alone... I lost my only relation,  I lost my best friend,  I lost the most important part of my life.

Uncle Afzal hugged me and patted my head,  maybe Bua called him.

After the funeral, Uncle Afzal asked me to pack my stuff as I was leaving with him.

Seriously, I was going to London? How could I leave my house where I was born, where I spent the fifteen years of my life, where all the memories of my parents and dadoo were buried. How could I leave my Bua,  my school,  my country?

But I realized that I had no choice.  I took a deep breath and packed some clothes and stuff. I didn't forget to take pictures of my parents and dadoo. It was the most precious thing for me. I hugged the photo frame and tears started trickling from my eyes.

I was so helpless right now, I didn't want to leave but I had to... I sobbed in Bua's arm. Bua was also packing her stuff.

"Bua, where are you going " I was surprised.

"I'm going back to my village to my family.  May Allah bless you my child " she said with a sad smile.

"But..Bua.. Why are you leaving?  Who would take care of this house?  You can call your family, you can live here with them" I said holding her hands.

"Uh, umm..." Her face showed numerous weird expressions.

"Whattt" I raised my brows.

"Actually dear, your dadoo sold this house to Afzal Sahab and I guess he is going to open a hotel here," she said and bowed her head.

My eyes got widened and my heart shattered into pieces. 

Dadoo sold this house... no he sold me to Uncle Afzal.

Now I understood why Uncle Afzal chose a simple girl like me for his son.

Oh! He chose me for the fucking money.

We were not millionaires but we were quite wealthy.  And Uncle Afzal wanted a place for his new hotel and office... And I was thinking that he chose me cuz of my dad and dadoo.

LMAO

I laughed at myself.  I wanted to cry but my eyes were dried. I bid farewell to Bua and silently dragged myself with Uncle Afzal. I wanted to ask him why he did this to me... but I guess, I was too weak to speak.  My life was silently destroyed and I couldn't even cry.  I wanted to run away from the airport but I knew I was too coward to do this.

Keeping a new faith in my Allah and holding new hopes with me I took my seat on the plane.

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Our car stopped in front of a huge house. So, it was going to be my new home. As I entered the lounge, I realized that they were pretty rich.

A middle-aged beautiful woman came and hugged me.

"Hello, I'm Maria... uh.. your uncle's wife," she said smiling and I returned her my best fake smile.

"Oh my God, you're so pretty" A girl of around fourteen pulled me in a bone-crushing hug. She had dirty blonde hair like that woman and beautiful green eyes. Her skin was tanned and she was wearing a pink tank top with black skinny jeans.  I smiled awkwardly.  She was really cute.

"Mom, she is so pretty and young," a small boy of age eight or nine said wiggling his brows and her mom laughed.

"So kids.. this is Anabia, your sister.  Now she'll live with us" uncle Afzal said smiling and that blonde squeezed my cheeks.

"Hey, I'm Sarah, Daniel's sister " she winked. "And this is Hadi, the youngest one of the family," she said looking at Hadi.

"Can I call you Ana " that cute little boy smiled and asked?

"Uh.. sure, I would love to hear this " this was the first time I spoke.

As we settled down on the sofa, a tall figure appeared in the room.

I lifted my head. He was a boy, really really really handsome boy.  But he was different from the rest of the family. His black sparkling eyes were checking me out. His black messy hair was adding his beauty.

When did you start checking a guy Anabia?

I scolded myself and averted my gaze.  I was staring floor but his gaze was burning my cheeks.