HUSNA

Chapter 58

If life were predictable it would cease to be life, and be without flavor. -Eleanor Roosevelt

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"He gently pushed her back. "If you think coming into my life is easy, then you're highly welcome, Miss Fareeda. Welcome to my world.

He shifted from the doorway and stepped aside, allowing her to roll her suitcases in. The faint click of her heels echoed across the tiled floor. Fareeda tried to mask her earlier smugness with a polite smile as her gaze fell on Husna, lying on the couch with her arm draped over her eyes.

"Husna!" she exclaimed, her tone bright and sugary.

Husna fluttered her eyes open and forced a small smile. "You're welcome, Fareeda. We were expecting you this morning."

"Oh, yes!" Fareeda replied, laughing lightly. "I had a few personal issues, so I couldn't make it earlier."

She turned her attention back to Husna, pretending not to notice the tension in the air. "My room, please?"

"I'll show you," Husna said, rising from the couch with a gentle stretch. Fareeda followed behind her quietly as they walked down the hallway.

"You can stay here." She  twisted the knob, opening the door and switching on the light. The room was neat  cream curtains, freshly made bed, and a faint scent of air freshener lingering in the air.

"Thank you," Fareeda said softly, smiling.

She  nodded and gave a polite smile in return before leaving the room.

As soon as the door shut, Fareeda's expression changed. Her lips curled into a sly grin as she scanned the room. Things are getting interesting, she thought, sitting on the edge of the bed. Captain thinks he can outsmart me  that he's untouchable. But I'm here to change that.

She unpacked her things slowly, arranging her designer clothes neatly in the closet. The quiet hum of the air conditioner filled the room as she muttered to herself, "He thinks he can resist, but I've seen the way he looks  the way he avoids looking too long."

After a quick shower, she slipped into ripped black jeans and an oversized white shirt. She stood in front of the mirror, applying a thin layer of lip gloss before tying her dark hair into a neat bun.

Still, a small sigh escaped her lips. Nothing I do really matters, she admitted silently. He's not the kind who falls for faces or fashion. He looks for heart  for goodness. And that's what makes this harder.

Her phone buzzed on the nightstand. She quickly grabbed it, dialing her mother's number no answer. She rolled her eyes in frustration, tossing the phone aside.

A soft knock sounded at the door. She  frowned. Of course  Husna.

"Come in," she said, smoothing her shirt.

The door creaked open, and Husna stepped inside, balancing a small tray of pancakes and coffee. "I brought this for you," she exclaim warmly

Fareeda blinked in mild surprise. "Oh! I was actually thinking of coming out to see you  thank you."
She took the tray, placing it carefully on the bedside table.