" 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐭, 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐲"
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𝐑𝐚𝐲𝐲𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐲𝐞𝐝 :
a billionaire with insomnia.
something's happened to the sunshine guy in the past 2 years that left him with a...
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— ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧ Sehmat's Pov :
luckily irza dragged me out of there, or else I would've split his body into two.
the heck does he think of himself ? 'apologise' i mimicked him internally in a serious mocking tone. Also the fact that bro just tried filming me, my blood boiled at that sight.
Is he some creep ? probably! more like a stalker or a crazy psychopath.
what if he is stalking me since day 1 ? can he possibly be obsessed with me ? like how they show it in the books and movies, they way he was trying to film me made my doubts clear.
oh god ! why are people so annoyingly annoying. Also the audacity of that jerk to just lash out at me at my clinic and then today ordering me to apologise him.
Apologise ? not even in his precious dreams, oh sorry ! not even in his great nightmares.
i never thought mental patients must be this annoying but nah ! blud proved me wrong.
" your hands are bruised sehmi" irza stated looking at me with concern whilst driving.
" it's because of that mad man !" I yelled. Anger got the best of me when I glanced at my reddened hand, red due to his harsh grip.
" who was it?" irza questioned looking in front.
" a patient of mine, a worst one" I said with a scowl etched on my face.
Anyways we're not wasting our Saturday night by thinking or talking about some really nonsense people. I sighed thinking to drop the topic.
we reached our apartment and I threw myself on the couch, kind of tired. Irza rushed towards her room to change and get freshened.
i too walked inside my room planning to freshen up but hopped on the bed in my scrubs. Oh god ! Sehmat you're so lazy.
but anyways, I rolled myself in the bed and relaxed my body for a while before leaving to the restroom to freshen up.
After a warm water bath, I walked out changing into my black silk pajama's. i dried my damped hair, did some skincare and walked out of the room carrying my phone.
i sat on the soft velvety mattress on the floor, near to the coffee table, where our huge tv is. " here " irza handed me a cup of hot chocolate.
irza sat down beside me with her cup of hot chocolate in her hands, slowly blowing on it, she started sipping it in delight.
My lips curled up in a small pout as I gazed at the hot chocolate that didn't have any marshmallows in it.
