RIGHTFULLY YOUR'S

Part 11

Authors pov:

Yusuf was seated in his office, his gaze occasionally falling on the time displayed on his watch - it was 9 o'clock. Suddenly, the realization hit him that he had plans to accompany Layla to her brother's house today. Alongside this realization, memories of his argument with Layla earlier in the day flooded his mind. He vividly remembered the tone she had used and her fierce comeback, which had ignited a surge of anger within him.

No one had ever addressed him in such a manner before, and he found himself deeply vexed by it. Adding to the frustration was Layla's deliberate avoidance of him, limiting their conversations to work-related matters.
Lost in his thoughts, Yusuf eventually left his office and headed outside.

The office was deserted, with all the employees having left for the day. He made his way to Layla's cabin, only to find it empty. Her bag and phone were missing as well.

Confusion and concern began to creep in as he realized that both Layla and her brother were supposed to leave for her brother's house together. Yusuf stepped out of the office, feeling a sense of unease.

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Layla stepped out of the office and started walking, trying to find a cab. The events of the day had left her reluctant to accompany Yusuf, and she was determined to avoid any further interactions with him.

As she walked, she scanned the area for a cab, but it seemed that none were available. Frustrated, she was about to give up when she spotted a cab approaching. She raised her hand to signal it to stop, but just as she opened the door, someone closed it from the other side.

Startled, Layla looked up and her heart skipped a beat when she realized that it was Yusuf. He was standing there, his expression unreadable.

Yusuf's face held a mixture of frustration and determination as he commanded, "Get in the car, Layla." Layla's eyes flared with resistance, and she retorted, "Yusuf, move your hand, I want to sit."

Ignoring her plea, Yusuf signaled to the cab driver to continue on, and before Layla could react further, he firmly took hold of her wrist and guided her towards his car. Layla's heart raced as she tried to free her hand from his grip, her voice tinged with both annoyance and unease.

"Yusuf, let me go!" Yusuf's grip remained unyielding as he finally reached his car and opened the passenger door. He motioned for Layla to get in, his voice low and edged with impatience, "Enough, Layla. Just get in the car." Layla firmly expressed, "I won't get in the car. I've decided to take the cab."

Yusuf was taken aback by her response and questioned, "But we're both going to the same place, so why take a cab?" Layla's reply left Yusuf surprised, "Why, Mr. Yusuf, didn't you tell me I'm just your assistant?" His frustration evident, Yusuf briefly closed his eyes and then reopened them, stating firmly, "Layla, get in the car." Layla, undeterred by his stern tone, asserted, "No, I won't."

She tried to free her arm from his grasp and began to move away, but Yusuf quickly caught her arm again and secured her to the car's side.

With a clear edge in his voice, he told her, "Layla, don't test my patience. Otherwise, I might just forget that we're standing in the middle of the road."

Layla was well aware of the double meaning behind Yusuf's words, and she realized that resisting him further wouldn't lead to a productive outcome.

Reluctantly, she obeyed and got into the car, her annoyance and determination still evident in her demeanor. Yusuf too took his place behind the wheel, starting the car's engine, and they began the journey, the tension between them palpable despite the silence that had settled in the confined space.