It was only a dream

Chapter 70

Saleema. I felt a chill crawl up my spine, my knees weakened, and my confidence dropped. She was in her ballet dress, dripping in sweat.

"Practice?" I asked.

She smiled, unfolding her arms. "How many men do you have in your life?"

"Does it matter if it's not Zamin?" I asked, rolling my eyes.

"Choose your words wisely; I hold grudges," she said, walking into the dojo. "How have you been?"

"We were just leaving," I said, grabbing Yusuf's hand and exiting.

I had no words to spare.

I was afraid, vulnerable. Tired.

Omar arrived home with a few things. It had been a while since I had heard any of his wild stories, so I mustered up the interest and courage to listen to him. He looked happy, and I was happy for him.

Seeing him happy made me happy, but suddenly he stopped talking after observing me.

"Have you been sleeping well?"

"Of course, why wouldn't I be?" I asked, a little baffled at the question.