Wishpered Promises Of LoVE

Unexpected

Azel's POV:
  I looked up only to see the last person I wanted to face right now. I could not help but curse my fate once again. Since this morning, all the weird things had been happening to me…maybe this was the only thing left to ruin the rest of my morning perfectly.
    "I'm sorry, Marie. I didn't see you coming,"I apologized genuinely…I was so engrossed in my file that I didn't even see where I was going. "Yeah, yeah…how would you see after all you have buttons in the place of your eyes, right?"She taunted me like always. I so badly wanted to bounce back at her…but I was feeling so drained to waste my energy on such baseless arguments which would take us nowhere. Hence I passed a tight lipped smile at her direction before bending on the ground to pick up the papers that were currently scattered on the floor.
   "Hey, did you just ignore me?"She gasped ever so loudly, grabbing the attention of almost everyone present on that floor. Everyone's eyes darted at us…with keen interest shining on their faces as if they were going to watch some interesting tv show. "Marie, I said I'm sorry…will you please consider that? I have tons of work…"and before I could finish she cut me off in the middle,"Yeah..yeah, in this whole office…in fact in the whole world only you are the person with work. And we all are here just for show, right? None of us have any work, do we?"She glared at me as if she would burn me through her eyes only.
  This was the only reason I didn't want to face her…she is literally the living example of how people make a mountain out of a molehill. I just sighed…not bothering to reply to her sarcasm. It was anyway useless talking with her…because no matter what I would say she would definitely take it otherwise. Hence, I started picking up my papers. Some other employees came there to help me as well.
   When I was going to pick up the paper containing my latest design for a new collection…she stepped her heel over it. I was baffled at her behavior.
   "What kind of behavior is this? Remove your heel,"but she didn't comply instead she just gave me a smirk…an evil smirk,"Take it if you can." I knew she was just playing with me…pushing me towards my edge. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath and calming down my raging nerves. "It's okay, Azel…she is just playing with you. Don't let her affect you. Yes, you can handle it…calmly. You have promised Re to keep your anger in check. And you are not going to break that promise,"I mumbled within myself, trying my best to not imprint my five fingers on her cheeks and erase that bloody smirk from her face.
   I stood up facing her,"Look, Marie..please don't create a scene here. We are not teenagers anymore, we are past that phase. It's our workplace…if nothing else at least please respect that decorum. Remove your heel over that paper…it's very important for me,"as I said those things to her…her facial expression changed. "Is that so? Then so be it,"with that she stepped with her other heel, on that paper crushing it with her heels.
   My eyes widened…was she crazy? "Marie, stop it…the paper will get torn damn it,"I tried to stop her…but she has always been like this. And the next moment I heard the sound of that paper getting torn along with the sounds of a few gasps from our colleagues.
  "What happened now? Does it hurt to see your hard work getting crushed under someone's feet? I also feel the same every time you snatch away all the credits and awards of being the best fashion designer in the UK.YOU? Do you have any fashion sense? Look at your current state…no shoes, stained dress…and the same old hairstyle with that pencil stuck in between your hair. What spell did you cast on everyone that they can't distinguish the difference between a gem*(indicating herself)* and a coal*(indicating Azel)*
In the university you were the apple of the teacher's eyes…you snatched the position of the valedictorian from me…then you got the opportunity to complete your internship in the most reputed fashion house of London. And now in this office as well, you are everyone's favorite…Zach pampers you..the board of directors admire you. Everywhere it's only about you…you and you! Argh! They always treat you like a princess but you are just nothing but a pathetic girl.
   Seven years ago, your brother broke my heart..and after that you are sitting on my head ruining my whole life. Both of you siblings are ominous…I just…"before she could finish I stepped in front of her..so close that I was almost towering over her.    She took a step back at my sudden intrusion in her personal space.
   But I didn't give her another chance to open her mouth, I held her hand and turned her around before twisting her hand at her back. Everything happened so fast that she was utter speechless..not expecting for me to do something like this.
   "Leave everyone,"I ordered in my most authoritative voice. Some scurried away who were well aware of my temperaments. But some didn't budge…making me want to break all of their skulls. "I said leave right now if none of you want to face the worst of me,"I once again threatened them as the rest of them also ran away leaving me with a struggling Marie in my clutches.
   "Azel, I said leave me. You are not doing it right. I said leave my hand right now,"she once again threatened me. "Why? Is it hurting? Tch…tch…tch..too bad! If it's hurting only by me just twisting it on your back..just think how much it will hurt if I now twist it in a way which will leave you with a broken hand…a broken right hand at that.
   Oh Marie, how are you going to finish your projects…your sketches with this broken hand of yours then? Haw! That will be too bad, don't you think so?"Each of the words that escaped my lips were sadistic I know…but at that moment I just wanted her to feel the same way I felt awhile ago.
   "You…you are not going to do that, Azel. No!"She was horrified by my behavior right now. I knew I was looking no less like a girl who just lost her mind…but this psychopath of a girl deserved this kind of treatment only. She doesn't understand the normal language we humans speak..she only gets the language of violence. So be it! After all, she should also understand how it feels when you push others to their bottom line every single time?
   "Oh Darling, I'm so going to do that only,"I whispered near her ear…scaring the life out of her. I could feel her shaking in my hold. "Lo..look, Azel, we..we should not resort to…vio…violence like this. Let's get civil and…talk things out like mature people do,"I could not help but laugh hearing her talks. Such a hypocrite she is! Now she wanted to be civil…like seriously?
   "Marie, did you even hear yourself? I wanted to be civil…I wanted to have a talk like mature people do..but it can't be done with an immature snobbish stubborn brat like you. You called me pathetic? Huh..at least, I'm me…whatever I'm..it's all about me. Unlike you…who is fake inside out.
   You called my fashion sense cheap? It's okay…because I think people need a well functioning brain and a fine pair of eyes to judge others…and I don't think I can say the same about you. You called my designs disgusting…dear, the dress you are wearing right now, I was the one who had designed it. I hope I don't need to tell you the current worth of this dress? As for the teachers of our university, the valedictorian tag, that internship, this company, Zach, the board members, the trophies…whatever I have got in my life till date…I had to work my ass off for that. You told me that I am ruining your life…sitting over your head. Don't forget Marie, I was the one who applied here for this job and after passing all the stages of interviews I'm here today as the executive director of the fashion designing department. But it was you, who joined this company even after knowing I was here. If you wanted to get rid of me that bad…then in the whole UK did you only find this company to pursue your career when one of your uncle's owns a damn fashion house where you could have got far better opportunities than here. Most importantly I would not have been there to bother you, right? But you didn't do so…why? I think you are just too obsessed with me to leave me alone!"Sarcasm was dripping from my words. She gasped hearing me..her eyes were as big as saucers while her mouth hung open as she was at loss of words at this point. What did she think? She could do anything and would always get away with it?
   But she forgot that she messed with the wrong person. If she thinks she is bad…then she should be aware of me. Cause I'm the devil.
  "And last but not the least, my brother..he was not the reason behind your broken heart…rather it was you, yourself who pathetically proposed to him despite knowing the fact that he was married. I never wanted to rub it on your face..but if you can't stop blaming others for your miseries…specially those which you always brought upon yourself then it's you…who is the pathetic one, Marie. Not me,"with that said I pushed her away from me. I was not going to harm her in that manner, I knew being a designer how precious the safety of her hands were for her.
She composed her balance still looking at me with fire in her eyes. Though she didn't dare to open her mouth once again..which was for her own betterment. I picked up my now torn design which was not in a position for me to submit it. I sighed thinking I would have to sketch it once again for the pathetic arrogance of someone else.
   I started walking towards the lift but once again glanced at her, who was glued to her spot, rubbing her wrist which I was holding captive awhile ago. "It would be better for both of us to not cross each other's path, Marie. Because I can't guarantee that the next time I will be this generous to let you go like this…totally unharmed. So be aware…this is my last warning to you…stay away from me,"I warned her or more precisely threatened her before walking away.
   Maybe today I went a bit overboard with her. But somewhere it was needed and honestly, I didn't feel any remorse acting like a bitch with her.
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After a few days at the hospital,
  Fayza's POV:
GOSH! I was getting so bored looking at these white walls all the time. It was just so irritating being prisoned without committing any crime. And on top of that, doctor Diaan..he was always there to fry my brain with all sorts of baseless talks and dramatic behavior of his. Sue me…for the day I had said that he was a very nice person. Because he was a totally retarded man…he was in dire need of mental treatment. And he had been making me crazy as well with all his antics.
   I still remember the first day he had told me that I would be under his observation 24/7…and trust me, he was literally living up to his words. "Ma'am, do you need anything? Doctor Diaan asked me to check up on you if you…"once again a nurse peeped inside the room…asking me the same question I had answered barely 5 minutes ago.
  "Didn't you ask me the same thing just a few minutes ago?"I raised my eyebrow at her…feeling totally frustrated with this overbearing observation thing. "Hehe…that ma'am. I…actually sir asked me to check up on you after every 5 minutes,"she replied, giving me an awkward smile. I rolled my eyes,"Doesn't that doctor have any other job to do? Or am I the only patient he has to look after?"
   "No, ma'am. Actually sir always stays busy. Hence he has asked me to keep an eye on you while he is busy,"she justified on behalf of him..making me want to beat the shit out of that crazy doctor. Who the hell torture their patients like this? "Do I seem like a criminal?" I asked her once again. She immediately shook her head in denial.
   "Then why are you all treating me like a prisoner?"At this moment I could not help but whine at her. Whining…the thing I had been doing a lot lately. It was so unlike me…I was literally letting someone else to have control over me. And the fact that it didn't feel wrong in anyhow was what bothering me the most.
   No! Things cannot go like this anymore. I can't let my shell break down like this. It took me years to be the girl I'm today. I lost much more than anyone could even think of. But not anymore! Now, I was not going to lose. I had come here…only to win…win what should have been rightfully mine. And I would do that only. Yes, I would focus on my motive for which I have come here…it's Rehan. My Rehan.
   "Ma'am, you..okay?"Abid's words snapped me back to reality. I didn't even realize when he came inside or when the nurse left the room. And how would I…when I was drowned in my own thoughts?
   "Abid, take me to the doctor's cabin. I want to talk with him regarding my discharge,"I ordered Abid…who looked at me with confused eyes. "But ma'am, you still didn't recover fully. It's only been 5 days…Mr. Scarlet said…."I didn't let him finish as I threw my infamous glare at him,"Does Mr. Scarlet pay you or I?"
  He immediately shut his mouth…knowing the consequences to raise his finger against my orders. He pulled out the wheelchair and helped me to sit down on it before pushing the wheelchair outside which finally stopped in front of the doctor's cabin.
   The door of Diaan's cabin was slightly open…I could hear voices coming from inside indicating he might be busy. I raised my hand to knock on the door when a familiar voice rang in my ears making me curious to know whether the person I was thinking was inside or not?
   I knew it was not right to invade someone's privacy yet I could not suppress my curiosity. As I peeped inside the room…I saw the person I had thought of. But the context over which they were talking…made my eyes widened in shock…as tears escaped my eyes. I never thought one day I would have to face such a situation as well!