Amira Sultan p.o.v
I took a deep breath before typing on the laptop with a heavy heart . I borrowed the laptop and printer from Myra , well Khalid gave her one when she asked him too .
I wasn't surprised , I mean she was his girlfriend , she is beautiful , bold and everything he wants which isn't present in me I guess .
Are you jealous ?? My subconscious asks, making me gasp.
" No I am not " I said a little too loudly only to realise I am alone and if anyone sees me like this , they will definitely think I am mad .
Pushing my thoughts , I started typing my resignation letter , feeling a little disheartened . I remember I got so happy when they hired me as a junior teacher . I was about to get a promotion when I took a 360 degree turn .
Khalid's entry changed my whole life .
Not in a good way ….
I tried to cheer myself up. " So I am sure Allah s.w.t planned something better for me " I tried to smile .
" And cherry on top I am going to meet Seher today ! " I felt excited all of a sudden .
It's been so many months since I last saw her .
Closing the laptop , " I think I should make something for her" .
" This is the first time she will come here " I clasp my hand happily .
There's a reason I called her today , guess what, no one in the house, not even Khalid , I saw her getting inside his car this morning, which means no Khalid for a day. Even though I have been ignoring him for a while now .
Since the whole house was nearly empty I decided not to wear a hijab . Well no man in the house I am free today . I was in the kitchen humming unconsciously when I felt someone piercing my back , suddenly I froze , there was pin drop silence and I could even hear his breath since I stopped a long time ago .
Please no Khalid !
Please no Khalid !
Please no Khalid !
Slowly with frightening heart I turned only to see him leaning on the wall with crossing arm unconsciously I swear unconsciously my eyes travelled from head to toe , as he was wearing formal clothes looking dashing as always .
I wanted to escape and run to my room but I know there is no point now , but I thought he wasn't home today .
My face must shown terror as I back away , his word still rang inside my head again and again .
His expression softened as there was guilt and regret in his eyes .
I look away , I don't want to see his face .
" Why are you cooking ?" Surprisingly his voice was gentle this time but I didn't answer him .
He began to amble forward, my inside began to clench , I felt my heart will leap out of my chest as he stood in front of me .
I gulped and tried to look everywhere but him , while his intense gaze made it difficult for me .
His eyes fell behind the dishes then me " are you cooking for me " my eyes snapped at him .
WHAT THE HELL ! after everything he said and done . He really thinks I will cook for him ??
Which world does this dude live in ??
Before I could open my mouth and burst his imaginary bubble blooming in his head when he spoke .
" Look at whatever happened that day…" my breath stopped .
" You - I am - actually - I was " he began to shutter nervously .
Now I am confused when he started talking to me nicely .
And wait ! Am I making him nervous ??
" I like your hair " he blurted out, only then I realised that I am not wearing a hijab .
" What " I narrowed my eyes .
" No I mean your hair isn't nice "
This man! " Excuse me " I am furious now because not . My . Hair .
His eyes widen '' no I mean it's beautiful ''
I was little calm again " it's just I didn't said in a wrong way ''
" And I don't care " I snapped even when I was surprised with my mouth , how fast it worked .
" Why? " he asked, like an innocent child .
" You were saying something " I raised my eyebrows .
" Yeah I am actually - I was - actually - I am " he again tried failing miserably .
I furrowed my eyebrows studying his face closely .
" You have never said sorry in your entire life have you ???" I was astonished at the audacity of this man .
He doesn't even know how to say sorry .
He was taken aback for a moment but shook his head getting to the point .
" Look I wasn't myself that day and I am -" before he could finally apologise his phone rang .
He looked annoyed but his annoyance grew into anger, his blazing gaze intensified like wild fire while I gulped in fear .
" What " I ask in a low voice .
" How dare you ?" He stepped closer . I can imagine horns in his head now , he is that mad .
" What have I done? " I ask innocently while my heart beats in fear .
" YOU CALLED A MAN IN MY HOUSE " he shouted and I trembled from head to toe . Last time he was angry I ended up in prison .
" Who is Asad ?" He questioned coming so close that our nose touched .
" I - I don't know " my voice trembles, blurring my vision .
" Liar " he seethed, coming closer like he would eat me alive .