Hafiza: The Protector

CHAPTER 2

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𝙽𝚊𝚔𝚔𝚘:
𝑵𝒐.

𝙴𝚡𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎:
𝚅𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚊 𝚗𝚊𝚔𝚔𝚘 𝚋𝚑𝚞𝚕𝚘
𝑫𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒗𝒐𝒕𝒆.
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Nimah Ahmed

I stared at the unread messages in my inbox with tears in my eyes and sorrow in my heart. I questioned myself if I still had a chance if I could go back and just mend this one mistake of mine. There was no response.

Where are you?

Why didn't you inform me you were going out!? Do you realize how embarrassing it was to see my friends talk about how you were prancing around the city!

Answer my call this instant! How dare you ignore me, You think you are some great nobility! Call me back this instant! Did you hear me!

Instead of calling back my fiance of 2 years, I switched off my phone not wanting to spoil my mood by talking to his sour face.

This protective behavior as he quotes is necessary for women like me, I don't understand what he means by it might be that he is simply intimated by my independence. But I never asked not because I was afraid of risking this relationship but because I never was interested in it.

My mother, a weak-hearted person only wished to see her only daughter married before she died.

As years went by she got stressed over small things and overthought everything. 2 years ago a cousin in our far relations stepped up and asked my hand for marriage, I declined their proposal because I didn't want to get married instead be with my mother but she had other plans. My mother was hesitant at first before she agreed after looking at the income and position at the workplace of my fiancee. After a few months of our engagement, he started acting weird, always asked for my location, and ordered me not to leave anywhere without asking him. I would've understood if he were my husband and asked me to let him know where I was but him being only my fiancee and that too not asking me rather commanding me didn't sit well with me.

The only reason I am going through this marriage was because of my mother. It is a miracle that we waited 2 years for our marriage and it was only possible because he couldn't come to my homeplace for a year and due to complications, fortunately, another year of freedom was allotted to me.

My life was becoming miserable, I couldn't share my sorrow with Keira my only friend I didn't want to burden her with my problems. The only thing keeping me sane was my job and a sweet chubby girl, Nayla Malik.

At the mere age of 5, she had won my heart and respect. Jet black hair contouring her chubby face and brown eyes which shone every time she smiled. A small button nose that scrunches up every time she is up to mischief just like her father, Kabir Malik; a pain in the arse and frequent cause of migraines to me. Brown silky hair which ended just under his ear and honey-like beautiful brown eyes which couldn't seem to move away from me anytime he visited me.

The first time I met them was at the hospital a few years ago on a rainy night clouds thundering in the increasing darkness. A muscular built man drenched head to toe, a frantic expression on his face as he held onto a small girl barely able to breathe as she gasped in pain gripping the man's shirt with all her might.

A sudden protectiveness came over me as I checked her pulse which was faint before rushing her to the OT.

For a small girl of age 3 who was a victim of abuse, Nayla stood against all odds and recovered remarkably, the worst part was that her abuser was her mother. The whole night I saw how Kabir was praying relentlessly crying sobbing to his lord for his daughter. It was a while until the surgery was finished and the doctors came out.

Kabir was informed that her daughter was strong and was able to stand the blow on her head though it would take a while for her stitches to be healed.

I couldn't sleep that night after seeing her barely alive body, battered to a point her body was bluer than her skin color. A child, a small baby at age 3 going through so much was something I could not digest, for the first time in my life I hated the mother and wished the worst upon her. I will make sure she faces severe consequences and does not come out of jail anytime soon.

After a few days of her surgery, I made sure to look at the progress of Nayla and prayed relentlessly for her recovery. Weeks went on until I saw her walking, running, and smiling. I don't know which unfortunate day it was that Kabir malik started noticing me and staring weirdly at me. His presence oozed power yet his eyes shone with respect. I usually meet them once or twice a week for the follow-up check-up of Nayla.

It's Thursday today and I am expecting them to come in any minute now.

I heard a knock and assuming it as them I allow them to come in only to see Sami Saleh, a famous doctor not only for the skills he possesses but also for the kind, sweet and cultured way he behaves with his patients.

"As- Salamu Alaykum." He greeted as he walked in with a file in his hand.

"Wa alaykumu s- Salam." I answered back with a smile as I moved aside and cast my eyes away from him until he sat on the chair opposite mine.

"So how are you doing today, doctor?" I cast him a glance before taking a random file and pretending to scroll through it to avoid eye contact cause I to get nervous and suck at it.

"I am doing fine Miss. Nimah, how are you doing? He asked with a kind smile, his eyes crinkling at the end.

"Alhumdulilah, had some work?" I gestured to the file in his hand.

"Yes, this patient informed me that they had come to you for treatment and were prescribed the wrong medicine which caused an allergic reaction to their child. I was told this and solved it after analyzing it, we found out that their parents confused a medicine for something else which caused the patient to have an allergic reaction." He said in a grim tone.

"When did this happen and why was I not informed about this? Is the child okay now, give me the file?" I turned the pages of the file and released a relieved sigh when I saw her vitals normal.

"We had dealt with it and the patient is doing fine now, Alhumdulilah." He reassured staring into my eyes.

"Alhumdulilah," I said in a low tone before glancing away.

"So I just wanted to inform you this so that you don't freak out but yet you did." He chuckled softly shaking his head.

I did nothing but smiled sheepishly.

"Well, I need to leave now, see you at lunch." He smiled at me as he got up and approached the door.

The smile on my face turned into a grimace as I nodded unsurely at his request.

Now I know exactly why he was here, to have lunch with me. I knew he harbored some feeling for me which is a bit more between colleagues more so like the lover type but I am already engaged so there is no chance for him and I could do nothing more than nodding so that I don't have awkward things to deal with at work.

As I opened the door to let him out I saw him, Kabir malik's wavy brown hair tied loosely at the end, brown eyes staring into mine with an intense emotion I couldn't help but look away and glance at the little Miss. Nayla leaning on her father's leg with a mischievous smile on her chubby face.

"Hii maa," Nayla jumped happily into my arms.

My eyes widened as I stared at Sami's even more widened eyes, yeah about that uhh...

𝙶𝙻𝙾𝚂𝚂𝙰𝚁𝚈

𝙰𝚂- 𝚂𝙰𝙻𝙰𝙼𝚄 𝙰𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙺𝚄𝙼 : 𝘗𝘌𝘈𝘊𝘌 𝘉𝘌 𝘜𝘗𝘖𝘕 𝘠𝘖𝘜.
𝚆𝙰 𝙰𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙺𝚄𝙼𝚄𝚂 𝚂𝙰𝙻𝙰𝙼 : 𝘗𝘌𝘈𝘊𝘌 𝘉𝘌 𝘜𝘗𝘖𝘕 𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘛𝘖𝘖.
𝙰𝙻𝙷𝚄𝙼𝙳𝚄𝙻𝙸𝙰𝙷 : 𝘗𝘙𝘈𝘐𝘚𝘌 𝘛𝘖 𝘎𝘖𝘋 / 𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘕𝘒 𝘎𝘖𝘋.

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