CHAPTER 29:FRESH START
Amna breathed a sigh of relief as she locked the door of her old apartment for the last time. She was finally escaping the clutches of her nightmare landlord, Mr. zain, who had made her life a living hell with his constant nagging, ignored maintenance requests, and outrageous rent hikes.
As she loaded her belongings into the moving truck, Amna felt a sense of liberation wash over her. She was moving on to a new chapter in her life, one where she could finally find some peace and tranquility.
The drive to her new apartment was a short one, and Amna's excitement grew with each passing minute. She had found a cozy little apartment that was just the right size - not too small, not too big. It was a comfortable one-bedroom unit with a living room, kitchen, and bathroom, all neatly laid out and freshly painted.
As she pulled up to the building, Amna felt a sense of simplicity and humility. The exterior was unassuming, with a small garden and a straightforward entrance. She was glad to be leaving the drama of her old apartment behind and starting fresh.
With the help of her friend, zara, Amna quickly unloaded her belongings and began to settle into her new apartment. The living room was a comfortable size, with room for a sofa, coffee table, and TV. The kitchen was equipped with all the essentials, and the bedroom was cozy and quiet, with a comfortable bed and plenty of closet space.
As they unpacked the last of the boxes, zara turned to Amna with a smile. "You deserve this, Amna. A fresh start, a new home, and a chance to leave all the drama behind."
Amna nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude towards her friend. "Thanks, zara. I couldn't have done it without you."
As the weekend unfolded, Amna spent her time unpacking, organizing, and getting settled into her new routine. She knew that this was just the beginning of a new chapter in her life, one that promised to be filled with hope, happiness, and a sense of belonging.
As the weekend finally came to an end, Amna was leaving her apartment, looking forward to a new week ahead. She pressed the button for the lift, waiting for it to arrive. The doors slid open, and she stepped inside, pressing the button for the ground floor.
Just as the doors were about to close, a hand shot out, preventing them from shutting. Amna's heart skipped a beat as the doors slid open again, revealing a familiar face - Shahmeer.
Amna's eyes widened in surprise, her mind racing with questions. What was Shahmeer doing in her building?
But Shahmeer just stood there, his eyes fixed on hers, his expression unreadable. He didn't say a word, didn't move a muscle. He just stood still, his presence filling the small space of the lift.
Amna's heart raced with anticipation, her mind filled with questions.
The lift remained still, the doors open, as if time itself had frozen. Amna's breath caught in her throat, her eyes locked on Shahmeer's, waiting for some sign, some clue, some explanation...
But Shahmeer just kept standing there, his eyes fixed on hers, his silence deafening...
(To be continued)