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Chapter 12

After leaving a zoom call with Zamin my parents rushed over to me to ask if my sister had said anything. It's been 10 years and they still wait for her to come back to them as if she could physically appear. Of course, I don't blame them, my sister was their baby after all and they had every right to feel the way that they did. I however wished that she would have the decency to tell them that she is okay and that they did not need to worry about her. Why was she so selfish, why did she not care about the people who did everything in their power to take care of her, to make her into the individual that she is today, looks like she may have forgotten all of that.

I had very faint memories of her, she left when she was only 16 years old, and by the looks of it did not have any interest in returning. My father ended up leaving taekwondo and my mother regretted ever showing her the sport. Of course, if one is meant to leave then there's not much that could be done but for some reason, my parents still held themselves responsible for her leave, they thought they were terrible parents who couldn't fulfil her needs, and they felt as if they didn't give her enough time. Even if I was lucky enough to receive these perks I always felt that they were only trying to fill a void, the void of losing my sister.

Owais left the living area after receiving a call. We haven't spoken since our fight last time. I was too stubborn to admit that he was right, I hated being wrong, especially in front of him…he always made me feel like a little child who knew nothing about life. I especially thought that I was well-rounded, and knew what was necessary. I have my experiences too. The only good news at the moment was me being nominated for the competition. I had intense training with Omar since that day non-stop. We even had our meals in the dojo. I didn't even realize how time flew with him beside me. Of course, we still bickered over everything but it was so normal that it felt strange not to.

"So someone still is alive," Owais said walking towards me, " make me proud on your first competition next week."

"I will," I said saluting him, "and I'm sorry Owais…you were right. I know nothing."

"That's all I wanted to hear. I'll always do my best to protect you regardless of how you take it."

"Thank you…" I said watching him leave as Omar entered the dojo with a towel around his neck, he was drenched from head to toe. I don't know what hit me in that moment but I felt my tummy knot up watching him walk towards me. Lust?

He was a very good-looking guy after all, "you can go freshen up I'll drop you home," he said snapping me out of my daydream, "are you sick again, maybe you should go home early today you're all red."

"Yes your right I'll shower at home," I said running out of the dojo

What the hell possessed me? I finally snapped out of it but for some reason did he appear in front of me again, handing me my backpack at my door the second in my dream. I found this type of company very unhealthy, it really isn't wise to spend time with one person for too long you may even start to hallucinate about them.

"You've been quiet today, what happened to the morning loudness," Omar asked passing me a coffee

"I'm exhausted, and I have been having the weirdest thoughts lately."

"What is it?"

"Trust me you don't want to know. Anywho, that girl upfront has had her eyes on you forever why don't you talk to her?"

"Did you forget that relationships are haraam…besides I already know who my wife is going to be," he said mysteriously sticking his earphones in.

Why does he leave cliffhangers in our conversation, now I have to find out who this person is or I definitely won't be able to sleep at all. I dozed off during class and found Omar waiting patiently.

"You finally got some rest, we'll do class tomorrow," he said packing up

"Don't we have class today?"

"I know how exhausted my training is. Since I increased the intensity it's going to take a while for your body to get used to it, make sure you do your homework I'll see you tomorrow. I can't join you for dinner either."

I nod watching him leave. He drove me home and left. That was the best nap I received in ages. I woke up the next day feeling like a million dollars, or even better like I had a million dollars.

And so I went to class all refreshed and energized.

"Your well-rested?" he asked tossing a water bottle towards me

"Yes, now give me all you got," I replied catching it

"Okay, since you asked for it don't come crying tomorrow morning."

Boy did I regret saying that. If you ever wanted abs don't, not only is my diet annoying but whenever I work out my abs it never gets easier. My core hurts like no one's business. It actually is no one's business, the point being when I left class that day I cried. Real tears. I did feel motivated as this was the level of pressure he put onto himself as he did it with me but it wasn't something I enjoyed doing or watching…the motivation dies out after a while trusts me. I slipped into bed gentle enough not to provoke my body into sabotaging itself. I soaked for a while in the bath but that didn't stop the aching. 1 week left before I get to compete…this will all be worth it by then. Plus everyone is counting on me so I can't let them down…only a few more days Elizah... the torture will end soon.