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Little Fatima
The heat hit Yvonne O'Donnell, like a slap as stepped off the plane in Islamabad, Pakistan; she immediately took a dislike to the place.
"Why does the boss think I'm the person to train employees in our call centre here, hell why do we need one here?" she thought, as she looked around the small airport terminal at the various air travelers and airport staff.
Getting a taxi to her hotel was a joke, the sly looking taxi driver took forever to get there and charged a kings ransom for the fare. A few choice words from her had left him red faced with rage but she wasn't going to be messed around by anyone, least of all a barely literate taxi driver.
The hotel was an impressive building with all the trappings of a five star hotel but none of the efficiency. The receptionist apologized and explained that the computer system was down,
"Not MY problem is it?" Yvonne snapped back.
The Receptionist stepped back slightly in surprise at her retort.
It seemed to take forever for the intimidated receptionist to find her booking; it was a relief to finally get into the Hotel room and check the damage to her caused by the long flight and seemingly endless attempts by locals to make her life difficult.
She looked at herself in the mirror, her long red hair dry and disheveled with the heat; her lovely new business suit with matching skirt all wrinkled with sitting on a plane seat for hours; and then she glanced at her boots. her black leather knee high boots.
They were an odd choice of footwear for a hot country, but they were her lucky charm. Flashing them at men had more effect than any other form of seduction; no-one could resist her in her boots. She was soon to know the extent of that seductive power.
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She took a shower, washed her hair and brushed her teeth using mineral water to rinse. She was not going to risk the local water.
She sat in an armchair in a red silk bathrobe, flicking through the TV channels on as she waited for room service to deliver her tea and a club sandwich.
She found a local channel which featured a woman giving a TV interview while wearing a burqa covering her head to foot in black. She looked ridiculous and Yvonne curled her lips in distaste as she watched the woman deliver a speech it seemed, wearing her ninja suit and dark glasses.
"What do you look like, you silly bitch" Yvonne thought.
Another channel featured a burqa-less local woman in full make-up giving cooking tips, with what seemed to be the contents of a small jewelry shop bedecking her.
"What a country!" Yvonne thought.
She telephoned London on her cell phone while drinking her tea.
The room service boy had been a little flustered to see an attractive red haired woman , in a red silk bathrobe, lounging in a armchair The robe was fastened at the waist and the young man was treated to the sight of a generous cleavage the lapels of the robe halting at her nipples in their march to be open. Her long slender legs had a sheen to them and the novelty of seeing a woman's up leg and thigh clearly held the room boys attention despite his attempts to avoid looking.
Yvonne felt a cruel type of glee at teasing the boy. It was always good to get a man ready for action and a buzz to send him away unattended to.
It was great to speak to her fiancé Edward Bennett, the teasing of the room boy had gotten her a little hot.
"Seen any flies yet? He asked mischievously
"Now Eddikins…."Yvonne purred "What type of flies are you talking about"
He laughed.
"You know you're the only fly in my ointment" She continued to purr seductively.
"I better be….speaking of which. When will you be back in town, I am feeling rather horny my sweet"
It was her turn to laugh.
Her spirits lifted by the call, she got out her lap top and went to work. The sooner she got the job done, the sooner she could leave and take care of Edward's needs and her own.
The day had started badly when the room service boy had botched her breakfast order and brought her orange juice instead of grapefruit.
The driver sent by the office was too chatty for his own good and simply butchered the English language trying to give her an unofficial tour of the city.
The local branch office was located in a small commercial area.
The sad thing was that every commercial area, (she had past through several) looked exactly the same. Islamabad may have been a planned city but the plan seemed to have got stuck in a rut.
The receptionist who greeted her was an attractive woman of about 40 or 45, it was hard to tell for sure, and she was wearing too much make up and a shalwar Kamiz suit that screamed "fashion victim" with its loud colors.
"Mrs. O'Donnell, Aasalaam Walikum (peace be with you). Welcome to Pakistan. My name is Rabia Khan, I am Mr. Farid's private secretary and the…..
"MS. O' Donnell" Yvonne replied cutting Rabia off and ignoring the chair Rabia offered her.
"Where is Mr. Farid?" Yvonne asked looking around the office, noting the number of desks and staff quickly.
Rabia smiled and explained that Mr. Farid was delayed and would be an hour late.
"I have not come to this country to be jerked around" Yvonne exploded. The heat was already getting to her.
'My goodness' she thought, 'the sun is absolutely blinding'. Despite the air conditioning and drapes, she felt uncomfortable. Her businesses blouse and summer wear knee length skirt were simply not cool enough. She was regretting wearing her lucky leather boots also.
She was going to have to crack the whip and get some organization into the place, if her hopes of an early return to London were to be realized.
"Get Mr. Farid on the phone and TELL him, I am waiting" Yvonne ordered Rabia.
While she waited, Yvonne went to the wash room and tied her shoulder length red hair in a pony tail. It was simply too hot to have it down.
Mr. Farid was not a happy man when he arrived 15 minutes later. He smiled and apologized but his eyes showed that he was furious at being summoned by Yvonne.
Yvonne put him the defensive when she shook his hand and said "You are late. We had an appointment. Not a good start to my visit is it?"
Mr. Farid was horrified at her rudeness. Had the British forgotten good manners?
The meeting was very brisk and business like.
The local office gave their presentation and Yvonne listened stony faced and unimpressed to it.
"Right" She said and then began to tell them without foul language that they were useless, disorganized, and lazy and in need of a good shake up.
Mr. Farid, Rabia and the two junior executives looked at her with shock. She was being so incredibly rude. This was not the way educated people spoke to each other. She was in Pakistan 24 hours and knew nothing about how things were done.
Rule one: Never be rude to your host.
Rule two; Always be polite at a first meeting.
Rule three: Remember rule one.
It was bad enough that Head office had sent a young woman to Pakistan but such a rude one?
Farid and his staff were proud of their performance. They were the most profitable outlet in Asia yet this red haired; slip of a girl was talking to them as if they hadn't a clue what they were doing.
Yvonne refused tea when Rabia brought it in.
"Is that made with bottled water?" She asked breaking a taboo by refusing a cup of refreshment offered by a host.
"It is filtered water….."Rabia explained looking embarrassed.
"Take it away and use bottled water, let me check the seal of the bottle before you use it" Yvonne instructed Rabia as she handed Farid a file on the latest company guidelines.
Mr. Farid was stunned at her behavior.
The woman was savaging etiquette with her rudeness and harsh tone.
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The next morning, Yvonne was busy interviewing the staff and outlining plans to re-organize the office.
She interviewed each employee alone and soon had them shaking in their shoes.
Rabia was the last employee she interviewed.
Rabia smiled but Yvonne did not.
When Rabia got up to leave, Yvonne asked her to bring her a cup of tea made with bottled water.
Rabia controlled the urge to slap Yvonne. But it was hard to say "yes Memsahib".
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By the third day, Yvonne had so terrified the staff that the sight of her made them break out in a cold sweat.
Yvonne, despite all head office had briefed her on cultural tolerance, found herself growing more and more intolerant.
"What do you mean?" She demanded of Sara a 18 year old intern "Why the hell can't you go with Ali to Rawalpindi, it's only 30 minutes away down the bloody road"
"Miss…"Sara mumbled almost in tears "Ali is…..well someone might see me…..and…well….my parents are very religious"
"Then why the hell are you working in an office you silly little girl" Yvonne was already annoyed with Sara for wearing ahead scarf and covering her mouth so that the only part of her face you could see were her eyes…
"Besides" Yvonne snarled "Who will recognize you in that black bed sheet....or tent or whatever that thing you wear is….. you……..you…"Yvonne struggled to find a word "You backward girl".
The sound of Yvonne's voice had carried all over the office, which was deadly silent.
Rabia, almost a mother to the staff, intervened…
"Excuse me, Ms Yvonne" She said in a respectful tone. "Perhaps Shella or Naushin can go…you see..."
Yvonne did not give her a chance to explain. "Ali" she said to the 25 year old man standing silently a few paces behind Sara "Get Naushin and go"
It was Mr. Farid who tried to explain to Yvonne that Sara was from a deeply religious family and only worked because the family needed the income.
Yvonne was not impressed. "I am sure she can find a job with other ninjas" was her terse comment which went over Mr. Farid's head "Ninja?" He was very confused by this woman and what the hell was the deal with the boots? It was 40c outside not six feet under snow.
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The next day Yvonne turned up at office again, Rabia sat at the reception and welcomed her, only to be ignored as Yvonne strode past her; she was wearing her boots again.
Rabia's heart was fluttering with a curious feeling of anticipation. Those boots they were amazingly erotic. Rabia had never seen a woman in boots before. It made her feel hot in a sexual way.
Yes, this girl was offensive and insulting, yes, she was young and naive and yes he had little time for the locals or it seemed any respect for the culture she was visiting, but Rabia secretly lusted after the redhead and her sexy leather boots.
You see despite a good respectable upbringing and praying regularly, she had found out late in life, after much denial of earlier teenage fantasies that she preferred other females to men; it was something she kept secret.
She had finally gotten to indulge her desire when her husband died. He had been a cavalry officer and had liked to wear his riding boots to bed; riding her with the same gusto he rode his horse. That had all ended ten year ago in a car crash that had left her a widow. She was comforted by a few friends and finding herself attracted to one petite convent educated 34 year old fried she had acted on her impulses and kissed her. The kiss was returned and soon, the widow Rabia was introduced by the bi-sexual Farah to the pleasures that a woman can share with another woman.
Farah's husband also an army officer had been posted away but Rabia soon found that her long suppressed feelings could open doors she had never even thought of opening.
Her next lover had been a very attractive Turkish lady attached to the Turkish embassy.
This young sexy lady with a liking for thin silk blouses and tight cotton trousers had turned many heads when she and Rabia went around the city. You could almost see the tongues of the men hanging out as they scanned her hungrily with lust filled eyes. It had given Rabia a buzz to know that Marium was not interested in bedding anyone but her.
Marium had gone now. Her tour of duty up. Nowadays she was in Paris and Rabia was sure a Parisian lady was enjoying the wonders of Mairum's body as she once had.
Marium had also introduced her to sex games and Rabia had developed a taste for bondage and domination, as a result. Many times Marium had made her tie her up and control her. She missed Marium.
"Rabia Khan please come to my office" said Mr. Farid over the intercom, Rabia came into the office and stood in front of his desk, Yvonne was standing behind and to the left of Mr. Farid
"Rabia..." he began "... You have been working with us for many years and I thank you for your service to the company; however on the advice of Ms O'Donnell I will have to let you go ".
Rabia looked shocked "but why Mr. Farid? "
Mr. Farid looked at her with regret in his eyes "Because Ms O'Donnell feels a lady of your age does not present a good image working on the reception desk, Ms O'Donnell feels younger receptionists, like say, Naushin or Farzana would be more suitable and present a fresh clean image".
Rabia absorbed this in silence. She looked from Mr. Farid's embarrassed face to the aloof face of Yvonne.
Why had she done this? Was her appearance really that bad? Yes, Naushin and Farzana with there low necklines, trendy tight shalwar kamiz suits and flirty eyes would certainly grab the men's attention.
Rabia remembered how Yvonne would look at the other girls who worked in the office, those who wore their dupattas on their heads and came to work in chador or hijab ( head covering) and wore less trendy Shalwar Kameez with distain.
The trendy dressers also tended to be the younger girls, who had the male contingent of the office under their spell.
Yvonne's eyes shone as she let a small smile crack her stony face. It was a smile of contempt, a smile of victory.
"Yes" Rabia thought as she quietly said her goodbyes to the staff (some in tears. All were sorry to see auntie Rabia leave) "You think you have won, but the war has just started my dear English rose. My sweet red rose."
Her mind was already formulating her plan for revenge she nodded meekly at Mr. Farid who walked her to her car and apologized for having to let her go.
Rabia decided Yvonne needed to be taught a lesson. Not just any lesson…... one that would change Yvonne forever, Rabia smiled wryly,
She had a few phone calls to make...
It was Saturday night, and Yvonne decided to see what the nightlife was like in Pakistan, she decided to head down the stairs wearing a nice plain black dress and her lucky boots.
She had just taken a final look at herself in the full length mirror when there was a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" She asked walking over to answer it.
"Housekeeping Memsahib, to turn down your bed" A heavily accented voice replied.
Checking the spy hole, she saw a figure wearing a hijab in a hotel uniform and so she opened the door and turned her back on the housekeeper.
She felt someone grab her from behind and before she could scream, her mouth was covered by a hand holding a rag or something….it was the last thing she remembered….
Yvonne woke with a start . she tried to scream but where was something in her mouth, she felt groggy, and she tried to move her arms. but found out her hands were bound behind her around a wooden pillar. she looked around; she appeared to be in a store room of some kind. ..
"Good morning my little Fatima" said a strangely familiar, feminine voice from behind her.
She tried to turn around to see who it was but couldn't.
"Oh don't worry my dear English rose" The voice said softly.
The person behind her walked slowly around to where Yvonne could see her….
"Rabia!" Yvonne thought.
"Dear me Fatima!" Rabia said "What a mess you were when I picked you up. Really. those cloths and those boots….. "She tossed a crumpled garment in front of her along with her red lace panties and bra.
"It was lucky for you that I had some decent cloths that fit you" Rabia said uncovering an old stand up mirror and moving it in front of Yvonne.
Yvonne saw that she was dressed in a loose cotton shalwar Kamiz. She had been in Pakistan long enough to see that it was on the conservative side of fashion. Her hair was breaded and pulled back in the manner she had seen the office cleaning staff wear. Her head was also covered with a dupatta. She hardly recognized herself.
"You know ,Little Fatima, you really must be more careful with your hygiene….I mean…I had to change the razor three times before I could clean you privates of all that red pubic hair" Rabia made an exaggerated shudder and said "Disgusting!"
Rabia stood looking at Yvonne a few minutes a small smile playing on her face.
"Oh where are my manners. I have made some tea for you …don't worry my dear, the water is filtered…." Rabia moved over to Yvonne and pulled the gag out of her mouth.
"HELP! HELP HEEEEEEEEEEEELLPPPPP!" Yvonne yelled as Rabia calmly brought a tea tray forward and placed it on a wooden crate.
Rabia poured the tea as Yvonne yelled and wept in desperation.
Finally as Yvonne started to weep uncontrollably. Rabia said "Oh no one will hear you my dear. We are way up in the forests and hills around Murree. The nearest neighbor is ten miles away.
"The hotel will notice when I don't return you know….. They'll call the embassy….my fiancé will call…my company will call. my parents will be worried...
You should let me go ….really…I won't tell…promise…LET ME GO! NOW!" Yvonne yelled.
Rabia looked at Yvonne and smiled. "Why would the hotel notice anything? Who made your reservation at the hotel? I did. So when I paid your bill and checked you out, they didn't ask any questions; they think you are gone." Rabia sipped her tea before continuing
"as for the London office, well, I worked so long for the company; I know how it thinks and operates. A simple e-mail request from your lap top and your e-mail account requesting extended leave ; another to your parents explaining that you are taking a tour of our country." Rabia explained calmly.
"You know, you really are a wonderfully organized girl. I found such a wealth of information stored on your laptop, even old e-mails you had sent so I got you style right" Rabia said with a smile "Oh and by the way, your parents want you to have a wonderful time touring Pakistan" Rabia gave a small chuckle.
"YOU BITCH! YOU MAD INSANE PAKI BITCH" Yvonne yelled.
Rabia looked at her and smiled "Yes my dear, I am all those things and much more as you will soon find out."
Rabia put her now empty tea cup down and picked up Yvonne's leather boots stroking the lovingly as she said "You know, it was these beautiful boots that attracted me to you." She wiped them with the end of her dupatta (neck scarf) and sighed contentedly. "I have plans for these….."
Rabia had sipped her tea as Yvonne continued hurling abuse intermixed with cries for help and weeping.
She offered Yvonne her tea but put a straw in the cup so Yvonne could suck on it.
"Fatima, the sooner you stop this noise and settle down the better" Rabia said sternly.
"Mr. Farid will be looking for me…The report is d….."Yvonne snapped
"The report is done my dear. I did it. I just peppered it with a few observations of my own and attached a memo from you about touring Pakistan. You know, you write very well and besides, the report allowed me to settle a few office score…."
Rabia smiled.
"Bitch…Whore….slut My fiancé won't believe the e-mails he knows I hate this place" Yvonne hissed at Rabia.
"Ah Yes" Rabia said looking serious. "I am sure that he will eventually understand about your change of heart…"
"What do you mean?" Yvonne whispered
"Well, I e-mailed him as you, told him you needed time to think the relationship over and were ending the engagement in fairness to him..." Rabia explained
"WHAT!" Yvonne gasped.
"My dear Fatima. Men are like stray dogs. He will pine away for a while. howl at the moon but the moment a bitch comes and wiggles her bum at him, his tail will go up and all bright eyed and bushy tailed. He will forget you"
"YOU BITCH!!! YOU LYING BITCH!" Yvonne howled.
"You mental fucking whore! You worthless cunt! PROSTITUE!" Yvonne screamed.
"Oh no my dear. You are the whore. Not married and without a hymen…shame on you!" Rabia replied calmly. "Really. what is the world coming too when girls like you open their legs at the drop of a hat?" Rabia asked rhetorically.
"Was Mr. Bennett the one who deflowered you?" Rabia asked looking momentarily interested in the subject before saying "Ah I see in your eyes, he was not. Dear me Fatima what a bad life you have led. Going from one man to another like a common bazaar woman"
Rabia tut tutted before sitting don on an old steamer trunk.
"Still, no signs of child birth so I assume you have been careful…… Yes Fatima….I checked you thoroughly "She said noting the shocked look on Yvonne's face.
"HOW DARE YOU!" Yvonne spat
Rabia laughed "My little one…don't be embarrassed…"
"I am not your little one I am not your Fatima…I am YVONNE O'DONNEL you stupid bitch' Yvonne yelled.
"Now Fatima" Rabia said wagging her finger at her disapprovingly "If you do not behave…I will have to punish you"….
There was a heavy silence for a moment, the kind that seems to hold its breath in anticipation...suddenly Yvonne broke down in tears, not of anger but despair.
"why. why me?" Yvonne sobbed.
Rabia put her arms round her and embraced her, "because my dear Fatima, you are a lovely beautiful girl, who needs to be loved..."
suddenly Yvonne snapped "listen bitch, had a good life...a loving man a good man …mmmmm!" Rabia slipped the gag back on Yvonne.
"Yes." Rabia said "but you…my sweet little Fatima... deserve better then good. I will show you what real love is….men are so …selfish in bed you know. Yes my dear, I was married too. A good man in many ways but only after his death did I actually find joy in sex. You see, men are incapable of loving a woman properly. They are all' thrust and poke'' without consideration for us who must endure their brutal need to cum."
She smiled sweetly as she kissed Yvonne's forehead." now little Fatima...you will come with me"
Yvonne found it hard walking. Rabia had put draconian leg irons on her ankles and handcuffed her hands behind her back She was led out of the store room through a neat kitchen along a hall to a large and very spacious bedroom.
Rabia sat her on the king-size bed and went and opened a closet. The closet had old pillows and cushions in it.
"this will be your little room when I'm not needing you my sweet little innocent" Rabia informed Yvonne.
Rabia sat next to Yvonne and kissed her cheek as Yvonne futilely tried to edge away.
"oh my little one, I have wanted you from the second I set eyes on you in those lovely boots. You made my heart flutter and my juices flow with every word…oh so forceful, .you said. I will love being with you" Rabia whispered softly into Yvonne's ear as she lovingly caressed Yvonne's braless left breast and licked her neck.
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she shoved Yvonne backwards onto white satin sheets and put her hand up
Yvonne's Kameez,
Rabia had undone the stitching at the crotch of the shalwar that her hand could easily slip in and feel the now smooth skin of Yvonne's choot. She started to rub Yvonne's clit, Yvonne started to struggle, appalled at what Rabia was doing to her. But as Rabia's expert fingers toyed with Yvonne's love button, Yvonne felt an unmistakable rush of pure sexual pleasure rip through her. She shuddered as her body responding as it had never done before to the manipulation of her clit.
"yes Fatima. you will be well loved "Rabia whispered kissing Yvonne on the cheeks as her fingers worked their magic on her sex.
"See my dear" She said looking deeply into Yvonne's lust filled eyes "Your body knows what it needs and likes…I am sure no man has given you so much for so little"
This went on for 20 minutes. Rabia moved down the bed and knelt beside it. Pushing Yvonne's now weak thighs apart, she untied the Nara holing Yvonne's shalwar up and tugged the shalwar down Yvonne's smooth shapely legs.
They rucked at the ankles where the leg irons prevented Rabia from removing them completely.
Yvonne lifted her head and watched in fascination and confusion as Rabia bent her face between Yvonne's thighs and licked her slit.
The first touch of Rabia's tongue tip sent a current of electric pleasure through Yvonne's body. Her nipples became rock hard and her mouth let out a slow involuntary moan of pleasure.
Yvonne struggled to get her hands free from the handcuffs tied behind her back. She wanted to…what?
Yvonne realized through her lust clouded mind that she wanted to pull Rabia's face closer to her choot.., not push hr away.
The realization that she anted to be loved by Rabia's mouth burst into her consciousness just as her orgasm so long in building burst through her body.
Yvonne laid panting and sweating on the bed relishing the post orgasmic bliss that had flooded over her.
No man. NO MAN had ever made her cum so violently. It was amazing!
"And that my sweet, is real love" Rabia said "there, that wasn't so bad was it?" Rabia then got to her feet and licking her fingers and lips said"Delicious!"
She then stripped and got ready for bed.
Turning to Yvonne, she pulled her shalwar back up, retied the Nara and helped the exhausted girl stand and put her carefully in the closet. She then set up a tape recorder on continuous playback, put headphones on Yvonne and pressed play. She then shut the closet door and locked it.
Yvonne slumped on the pillows that were her makeshift bed and slowly began to fall asleep all she heard through the headphones was "You are Fatima Kahn, Rabia loves you so very much, she knows what's best for you, you are a good little Fatima, you do as you are told, Rabia will protect you from harm.." this went on in a loop the whole night..
This went on for a month. Rabia using Yvonne, pleasuring her and talking to her in the day time and then at night locking her in the closet with the message bombarding her as she slept, after a month Rabia decided to test things, she brought Yvonne out and took her to the living room. Unbound her legs. And put Yvonne's knee high boots back on her now free feet. She had wanted to leave the boots on Yvonne but had been reluctant to risk damaging the leather with heavy leg irons.
She then looked at Yvonne, "Fatima if I remove the gag will you promise not to scream" Yvonne nodded her head, the gag was removed, and in a leap of faith she also un-cuffed the girls hands."
During her captivity, Rabia had enjoyed bathing and dressing Yvonne. She had applied hair-removing cream to Yvonne's privates so that now, the pale skin of Yvonne's' sex no longer had the darkish triangle that often colors this area when girls first begin to remove their pubic hair.
Yvonne wore with black cotton Shalwar Kameez, and lay her on the floor
Near the roaring fire, and lifted her Kameez, gently and seductively saying to Rabia "Love Me".
At first Rabia flicked Fatima's clit with her tongue then delved her tongue deep in the girl's pussy and licked hard. Yvonne started to buck like a bronco as the
Elation hit her. She was moaning...pleasurable moans, and eventually she came
Rabia lapped up every drop and sighed in contentment "Good girl Fatima"
"Now Fatima. service me as I serviced you" and with that Rabia took off her
Shalwar and lifted her Kameez and brought her pussy to
Yvonne's face, Yvonne started licking like a girl possessed.
"oh meri jaan!" (Oh my darling) Rabia moaned as Yvonne licked and sucked her choot.
"Oh Fatimmmmma! Kitni maza hai tumari moo sai" (OH Fatima how much pleasure your mouth gives me) Rabia groaned
"Ungli dhal. Ungli sai chaudo meri chokri qaram mal" (Put you finger in. Use your finger to fuck me my sexy hot young thing" Rabia urged
Yvonne understood not a word but she understood the language that Rabia' body was speaking. She tasted the sweet yet saltish juice of Rabia and felt her body undulate and twitch with pleasure.
Rabia held Yvonne's head and lifted her hips from the floor as she yelled"Ooooooh me murigay!" (on I'm dying). And came over Yvonne's sucking mouth.
"Fatima, I have a surprise for you" Rabia said. She opened a polished wooden steamer truck that was used as a coffee table and revealed all of Yvonne's western cloths neatly pressed and fold with in.
Yvonne ran her hands over the fabric and wondered why she ever wore such clothing.
"You may try them on if you like" Rabia said beside her.
"No" Yvonne said softly "I like shalwar Kameez too much now to where these things again".
Rabia said to Yvonne "I'm going to clean up Fatima" and she went away to freshen up, Yvonne noticed for the first time the front door was open
ajar, she knew if she went out there was her old life. A vague memory of a distant country and a man hovered in the back of her mind. It disturbed her to think about it.
The country was her home and the man was someone very important or had been important she wasn't sure anymore.
The man cared for her yet, she didn't feel that he loved her…like Rabia did.
she got up and took a few steps towards the door but stopped she realized if she left Rabia wouldn't be there for her to protect her. she didn't want that. not anymore, she turned around and saw Rabia behind her smiling "I love you Fatima" Rabia said.
Yvonne. who at that moment in time. ceased to be Yvonne, put her arms around Rabia and asked "Why do you call me Fatima?"
"Because" Rabia explained "I think it is the most beautiful name in the world"
The End
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