Temporary boyfriend

Chapter 1

FAHIMA'S P. O. V

Fahima walked down the street, which is eerily quiet with only few people passing, she felt something drop on her face. The weather look deluge it's about to Rain, she heave a sigh remembering she forgot her umbrella at home. Taking out a mufler from her bag, she wrapped it around her neck, running to the nearby store to buy an umbrella.

"I need an umbrella " she muttered to the lady.

"Here you go" the lady gave her a smile taking the credit card from fahima's hand.

"Thank you " she muttered.

there are few cars on the road, due to the rain, none of the taxis refused to stop. she tapped her foot continously she needs to get home fast.

Panic surged Through her for she has fear of Thunder. Her body feels cold, she clenched her fist tightly and the wind is blowing heavily that the umbrella is not helping anymore. Biting her bottom lips, she decided to call her Friend Naila if she's nearby to pick her up.

"Hello Naila where are you? "she asked. Moving to a safe place so that she won't get more drenched as she is now.

"I'm at mom's shop" her Friend answered.

"please can you come pick me up at the subway, there are no taxis"

"sure"

After standing for like 20mins, a car flashed a light on her face,  she let out a soft breath

Finally she muttered to herself

"What took you so long, look at how my clothe are wet, even though I have umbrella with me " she said pointing at her wet clothe. 

"Oh.. is that what you are going to tell me, and besides I always tell you to buy a car, but you refuse and now look " naila scolded her.  rolling her eyes she turned her face to the window they can't stay together for long without fighting.

"Ablah said she's coming back tomorrow " Naila suddenly said. 

Not turning her head she whispered 'okay'. Ablah and Naila are her good friends since college Each one of them has a good job,  Fahima a fashion Designer, Naila owns a restaurant and Ablah is working in a publishing company upon reaching her destination, she thanked Naila eager to go up and change her drenched clothe.

"The moment she entered her Apartment she immediately went to the bathroom changed into her pajama, dropping the wet clothe in the Laundry basket.

Stretching her arms she leaped towards the fridge looking for something to eat, sometimes when she's busy in the office she almost forgot to eat.

Taking a few eggs she made omelette and a cup of hot tea, her phone started  vibrating from the room she groaned

why can't these people leave me to rest, even after work they will keep disturbing me.

Checking the caller ID, she realised it's not a call from the office. Mom flashed on the screen, pressing the accept button she put it on loudspeaker continuing to munch on her food.

"Assalam Mom" she greeted.

"Wa'alaikumussalam my daughter how are you doing" she asked

"I'm  fine Mom, how are you guys over there "

 "We are fine dear, your dad and I missed you " she said in a low tone

" I missed you too"

"Fahima don't you Think it's high time you settle down " she exclaimed in a serious tone

"Mom!"

"No Fahima you're 25 for goodness sake and you don't even have a boyfriend"

"Oh mom...... I have a boyfriend "she didn't know what has gotten into her, that she blurted out the word.

"Oh really, that's good what's his name" her mom asked cheerfully.

"Rizwan" she blurted

How did she even think of the name when she didn't even know any Rizwan, the name just came into her mind

"Wow he has a nice name how old is...."

"mom,  I need to go  I will call you later "  she cut her off.

"Okay, my regards to Rizwan

"insha Allah "

After ending the call, she instantly scold herself, Ya Allah forgive me for lying about having a boyfriend. What have I got myself into I have no choice but to lie to them. I wish I had one for real that will be better.