Perfect Together

chapter four

"But Allah is your protector, and He is the best of helpers."

[Surah Ali Imran 3:150] Qur'an

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[Warning: There is mention of physical abuse in this chapter. Please skip if uncomfortable]

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Asfandyar hadn't lived an easy life. Nobody did for that matter. Everyone have their own tests and battles to fight for, someone's battle may seem simple to someone but only to the person who is going through it understands how painful it is. But not everyone can go through what the person lying in front of him has gone through. And he felt so overprotective of her, even though she was no one to him.

Why was he feeling like that?

It's been an hour since she has blacked out, an hour since he was lost in her tears and painful story. He tried waking her up but she was not responding. He could tell it was just her exhaustion's doings. But he was worried nevertheless.

Ya Allah, please ease her pain. He prayed mentally and closed his eyes, as he sat few feet away from her, on the floor, taking the support of book stand to lay his head. His head was throbbing in pain. His sister would have made him ginger tea almost immediately, if he was in home. A smile appeared on his face at that thought.

"Ah." That voice made him snap open his eyes, "what time it is?" Daneen grumbled, as she sat up and her eyes widened in shock as she stared at him.

"You saw all that." She whispered in embarrassment as she recalled how she ended up in that position.

"Its nothing to be embarrassed of, I don't judge people," Asfandyar assured her, but she hissed in pain confusing him more.

"Are you hurt somewhere?" Daneen was surprised with the concern and care his voice held, he was the same person who refused to look at her for whatever weird reasons and right after he found out her sob story, he is being like this. She was furious at that thought.

"I DON'T WANT YOUR PITY." She yelled in anger but winced as the pain in her right hand increased, the bleeding seem to have stopped but not the pain.

"I don't pity you." Asfandyar shook his head, "why are you wincing though? Is that b-blood?" His eyes widened in realization and she hissed with a nod, "I banged the door a little too harshly. Its fine, please mind your own business. I'm fine."

Daneen hated the fact that he's giving her so much attention only after her stupid outburst. What went wrong and why she lost her cool, she had no idea. But now she regretted nothing more than that. The last thing she wanted was someone's pity.

"Here, tie it on the wound. The blood is clotted already. But it can help it soothe the pain?" She gave him a curious look, as he forwarded her a handkerchief.

"Why are you doing this? Can't you understand that I don't want your pity? Why don't you ignore me like you were doing before?" Daneen snapped, as she lost her cool.

"Its called humanity, I could ignore you but my self conscious would never allow it, so please tie it around the wound. You can treat it after we leave this place." Asfandyar was adamant and he was surprised with his own behavior.

"Okay, fine. Leave me alone now." Daneen snatched his hanky and tied it with great difficulty, her ego was too big to ask for his help and his morals stopped him from touching her unnecessarily.

"I hope you won't be telling about me to everyone, professor." With every passing moment, she was regretting her stupid outburst more and more. What if he told everyone about her past? What if the college no longer respected her? What if they all made fun of her?