Swipe Of Love

11

♕ W A L I D P O V ♕

I drove to my house and got out of my car; I found two cars parked in front of my house. Yes, I bought a house in Paris. I mean, why not purchase it when I know I'll be staying in this country for more than three months.

I already know who was at my house. This time, they will not yell at me for coming late for our "secret meeting." I pull out my door keys opened the door, walking into the house. I think these meetings are stupid. It was not getting me anywhere near Antonia. It was driving me crazy like hell.

When I entered the house, I saw everyone in the living room. Amina and Khalid sat on the sofa, waiting for me. Khalid was playing with her fingers, and Chris leaned against the window frame. Cruz sat on the big white pillow with a cup in her hand. I closed the door, and all of them turning their heads towards me. Each of them looked like they wanted to kill me.

"You're late. Again." Cruz snapped, placing the cup next to her on the floor.

"I am not," I said, looking at my watch, "oh sh!t."

"Yeah, oh, sh!t. If you want to make my sister forgive you, then you gotta come on time to this meeting," Khalid sighed, getting up.

"These meetings are pointless," I mumbled, knowing it is true. No matter what we come up with, nothing seems to work. Every idea fails. Sometimes I want to give up on bringing Antonia back to me, but I know I can't because I love her too much to let her go. Living life without her...No! I can't think about that. I have to get her back some way.

"What was that, buddy? Are these meetings pointless? Really? You're lucky that we are at least helping you! You will be pointless when I shove a llama pe**is right up your a**," Chris retorted. Ouch!

"You know what? Why don't you shove it right up yours," I growled back? I was sick and tired of their insults. Every time I say something, they get irritated for no damn reason. It was frustrating to hear.

"Watch it, Khan. I don't want to bust up your face," Chris warned.

"Like hell, you will," I barked back.

"Guys, stop it, you two! We came here to solve the problem. Not create another one," Amina yelled, standing up.

"Now, let's get down to business, shall we. Who has an idea? Last time Amina gave an idea. Who has a new idea?" Khalid asked, placing a gentle kiss on her cheek. I gagged, looking at their romantic scene in front of me. He was fu*ing kissing my sister in front of me.

"This is what I think you should do. Just kidnap Antonia and tell her the whole truth," Chris shrugged like it was that simple. That i***t! You can never take this stupid man seriously. He thinks of the most bizarre idea ever.

"You're an i***t. Don't listen to him." Cruz smacked Chris upside down.

"Ouch! What the hell was that for? I have an amazing idea," Chris complained.

"Shut up! A donkey can come up with a better idea than you," Cruz responded, shoving him back with full force. Damn, that girl can fight.

"Send Antonia a letter," Khalid suggested.

"A letter?" I raised my eyebrows, "where are we? In the 90's that you want me to write a love letter to your sister. Please, elaborate more on this 'letter' that you're talking about."

"You're going to write a letter about your kidn*pped. If Antonia still cared about you, then she will show up. But if she doesn't, then that would mean she doesn't anymore. You should stop bothering her and stop wasting your time," Khalid rolled his eyes.

"Ha-ha, buddy, it's not happening," I sarcastically laughed.

"Fine, then! Just do the letter part. Put a destination to where you want her to meet you," Khalid said.

"Ah!! What do I write in that letter again?" I laughed nervously.

"Oh my god!!" They all groan.

"You're an i***t," Chris pointed out.

"Write on the letter that you are kidn*pped, but don't write it in your perspective; write it in the kidnapper's perspective. So she doesn't know that this is a fake kidnap. This is a serious kidnap. And ignore whatever Khalid said. I know that she will come because she still cares about you. She might not show it, but she does care," Cruz smiled.

"She just has to admit it," Chris said, taking out his phone.

"Are you all crazy? Your sister is one crazy and stubborn woman! If she finds out all this 'kidnap' is a fake, she will beat the crap out of me, and I am taking all of you with me. I am not just going to pay the price all by myself," I spoke, pointing at each of them.

"You have two options right now," Amina held her two fingers up.

"Oh yeah! What are the options?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Leave it or take it," she snapped.

"Okay! Jeez, calm down, woman. Will you?" I surrendered by putting my hands up in the air.

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I got up and went to the bathroom to get ready for the big day. I fixed my watch and headed out the door. I got in the car and drove to the house where Antonia had agreed to meet me. InshAllah, she got the mail by now. She was probably on her way...I hoped.

Getting out of the car, I walked up to the house's front porch and walked in. I walked around the house and waited for her to come.

What was taking her so long?

I grabbed a chair and put it in the middle of the room with a rope on top to make it look like someone was tied up in the chair.

I heard the door open. Sh!t she is already here. Which means she still cared about me. Yes! I turned around quickly, hitting the corner of the wall with my toe.

Damn it! Stupid corners.

I groan in pain. It hurt a lot. I heard her running up the stairs into the room, and I quickly hid among the furniture. I peeked from behind my hiding place to see her look everywhere. She looked shocked to see the chair.

"Walid! Walid!" she screamed, turning her head around, searching for me.

I made no sound to answer her. I want to know if she still cared or do I need to plan something else to wake that love once again that we had. There is no way I am going to let her leave.

I peeked behind the door to have a better look at her. Her face scrunched in confusion. The way her chest keeps moving up and down indicated her being afraid. But afraid of what?

So she does care about me, after all. I smirked, knowing the fact.

"Walid? Where are you?"

I cleared my throat, making her turn slowly. I smirked as she started to check me out. I was leaning against the door frame. A huge smile came on her face as she ran up to me.

"Are you okay? Where were you? Who kidn*pped you? Wh-"

"Antonia, take a deep breath! I'm fine. I am right here. See! Nothing happened to me," I smiled, holding my hand up and showing her that I was alright.

What surprised me the next was that she hugged me quickly and said, "I was so worried about you. I thought that something bad opened to you."

She pulled back as if I shocked her. She asked, "How did all this happen?"

"I did all this," I looked down, unable to hold back on the truth anymore. I already hid a lot of things from her.

"Excuse me!" She grabbed my face, making me look at her.

"I'm the one who wrote the letter. I did all this," I explained, a little louder.

If looks could kill, I'd be ten feet under the ground. Antonia looked like one of those hot, angry wives. She stepped back, and before I knew what was happening, her hand went up and slapped me hard.

Damn it! This was the second time she had smacked me in our lives. That hurts like a b***h.

♕ A N T O N I A P O V ♕

Sometimes I crave that my life was different. I wish I weren't married to a bastard like him. I wish I had a life filled with happiness. I hoped for so many things, but I know that I'll not get all of it. As the elders say, dreams are far from reality.

But right now, I wish I didn't come here. Maybe it was the thought of losing Walid forever.

No! No! This could not be happening to me. I shouldn't care what happens to him. I don't care!

Ya Allah! What's happening to me?!

"Please, I want to talk to you. No, I need to," Walid's voice was soft and pleading to the point where it was hard for me to walk away.

I looked away, feeling the blood drain from my face. I hate him. I loathe him. Why am I still here?

"Don't talk to me. Go away. Get out of my life just like you did before," I spat, shoving him away from me.

I turned around, ready to walk out, but I felt him grab my hand. I snatched my hand back quickly as if his touch burned me, causing him to flinch. I saw a hurt flash through his eyes.

"Please don't do this. Antonia. Please Cupcake. Please don't. I am so sorry," he begged, grabbing my hand in his large one. He brought us both close to each other, causing our bodies to touch. Placing his forehead against fine, he let out a shaky breath. The heart that once made so much sound for him was still there.

His deep voice sounded so sincere and pure that it made me suck in a sharp breath. His eyes filled with absolute truth as I stepped back, knowing his game too well. And I will not fall for it again. I rebuild my life so far, and I will not leave it for him once again.

"What's wrong, Khan? Got tired of the love from the love of your life? Guess what? I felt the same thing when you left me, Khan," I spoke, seeing him flinch again.

"Antonia... I know I messed things up big time. I ruined our beautiful family. I destroyed our love for each other, but please don't leave me. Antonia, please don't go! Don't leave me again," he begged as he fell on the ground on his knees.

He kept whispering, "Please don't leave me. I love you."

I stepped back, looking at him as my throat tightened. Seeing him like this broke my heart. I gasped as I saw tears rolling down his cheeks.

I quickly turned around, grabbing my mouth to prevent sobbing noises from coming out. I don't want Walid to hear me crying, or he would know that he still has affected me. I ran out of the house as I moaned softly in pain, getting in my car and driving away.

No matter how hard we try, we can't get what we want.

Life is harsh.