His Imposed Wife

Chapter No 45

"Haeem, will you?" she asked.

"Yeah...sure..... ouch...." he was agreeing when he received a thud from Zain.

"He got a combined assignment with me," said Zain while clenching his teeth.

"We do?" said Haeem in a whisper more like asking to himself. Saliha took a deep breath and turned.

"Fine, I will go on my own, thanks guys," she said and walked ahead, ignoring Roman.

The boys stared at him, annoyed.

"Why did you text us to refuse?" asked Haeem.

"She is going alone," said Emaad, annoyed.

"What kind of man are you?" said Zain, angrily.

"Do you want to go with her?" he asked in a very dangerous tone.
They all went silent.

"Why didn't she ask you?" asked Haeem.

He nodded his head in disappointment and walked after Saliha who was on the edge of the gate.

Tears filled her eyes again.

"Why is she crying?" Roman muttered.

He walked with speed so that he could reach her as soon as possible.

She was passing by his car when he opened the car's door. "Get inside the car," he said.

She looked at him and wiped her tears, something happened to him.

"Roman, not now please, leave me alone," she said while looking into his eyes. He stared at her for a while and then she walked away.

His phone rang and he answered the call while looking at Saliha, leaving.

"Are you with her?" a voice asks.

"Not now," he said while looking at Saliha who was 40 steps away from him.

"Listen, you better cover this," said the voice.

A redhead boy approached Saliha and now was talking to her.

He narrows his eyes and his gaze fell on their lips. He could read what they were talking about through their lips' movements. He was good lips reader.

"I have done with the project Saliha, you can get it by tomorrow," said the boy.

"Oh thank you, Nick, I am very grateful," she said smiling.

"Going home?" asked the boy.

She nods.

"I can drive you home if you want," said the boys.
Saliha smiled and nods and with their conversation, Roman noticed the boy blushed.

It was obvious, he got a great crush on Saliha.
Roman rolls his eyes.

"Are you listening or not?" asked the man from the other side.

"Now you listen, you know I hate over instructions. I hate losing and you know it Roman always wins. I am doing what I am doing so stop calling and distracting me," he said, annoyed.

The other person on the call knows what kind of person Roman ali garden is, he whistles and hangs up.

He gulped as if he was fighting to himself. He punched the car in desperation.