| LIFE WITHOUT YOU | ✔

«LWY18»

I rub my eyes, stretching my legs to the extreme end of the bed. I groan, opening my eyes. The first thing I see is the clock reminding me that I am getting late for work.

I stand up, yawning. I'm at Qahhar's. I remind myself as I smile. We're engaged. I giggle before I pushed myself to my feet to take my bath.

I dab the hand towel on my face, drying it while I looked at myself. I need to tell my mom.

I step out of the room, walking to his bedroom door, knocking on it lightly. "Come in."

I enter the room, sighting Qahhar sitting down with a smile plastered on his face as I walked towards him. "You look gorgeous." He compliments me.

"Thanks, how are you?" I sit beside him. "I'm fine, thanks to you." He smiles at me, his hands holding mine.

"What did I do?" I furrow my brows. "You being here, with me." I smile, holding his hand tighter.

"Anytime." He pulls me to an embrace when I felt how his body was heated. "Qahhar, your body temperature is high."

He nods. "Don't worry." He caresses my arm. "But you're pale, you haven't been eating and now your body temperature is high. There's something up." I pull away from his embrace, complaining.

"I'm fine, stop worrying. Its nothing." He insists. "I'm a nurse, I know when someone is sick or not. You need a checkup." I cross my arms, for once insisting on a checkup.

"No, no checkups." He shakes his head. "Then how are you supposed to get better?"

"Okay, okay. I'll go but not today, okay?" He finally surrenders. "I don't like the idea but fine, I'll have to go to work ". I stand up.

"Unfortunately, I have to go to work too. I would've preferred we spend the day together."

I sigh, tsking. "Yeah, couldn't agree more."

"But I need to visit your mother, to ask for your hand in marriage." He stands up, almost hovering over me as I blinked, looking at him in the eyes like a fool. "That's true, I guess." I mutter.

I walk backwards, trying to get away from him but he follows me till I felt my back hit the wall.

"I need to go to work." I remind him causing him to smile. "You will go to work." He places his hands on the wall, blocking me from escaping.

"Are you teasing me?" I raise a brow, his lips a few inches from mine. "Nope, why would you think that?"

He smirks. "I don't know, maybe because your pinning me against the wall." He chuckles before he hung his head, I smile. "Your sarcasm is remarkable. I love it."

He lifts it up, coming closer to my lips. "I love you." I blurt out the first thing that came to my head. He puts down his left hand, placing it on chin. "I love you too, more than you think." He says I step closer, kissing him.

He uses his his other arm to hold my waist, pulling my body to his. I could feel him smile.

He's so cocky sometimes.

I pull away, looking into his eyes. "You were smiling?" I ask, narrowing my eyes. "Just remembered something." He shrugs, his arm still around me.

"I need to go, its getting late." I glance at my wristwatch. "I'll take you there." I shake my head. "Thanks but you need to rest."

He furrows his brows. "I'm fine, let's go. You're getting late." He holds my hand, walking out of the room with me.
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"Lewis Capaldi is the best artist ever." I say while Qahhar drove. "Who is he?"