When a cold and handsome undercover agent, who is on the secret mission to take down the most wanted criminal . While on the mission with his new identity as a muslim, he met a beautiful girl. As he delves deeper into the dangerous world of the s...
I was talking with Maha when I noticed the rude guy. I felt a weird emotion as his dominant stare bore into my soul. We locked eyes for a moment, but then I looked away, trying to brush off the feeling.
"Is he the rude guy you were talking about?" Maha asked, glancing at Hassan.
I nodded, and she continued, "Now I know why you noticed him so much. Who wouldn't notice that handsome and hot face!"
I playfully hit her and said, "ya Allah, Maha, stop it!" We both laughed together. Then we sat down and she helped me with the orders. We started talking about random things, and I also told her about yesterday's incident, how I threw flour on Hassan. I made sure to give her all the juicy details.
She burst into laughter, holding her stomach. "You're so funny, Israa," she said between laughs. "Flour face!" She exclaimed, laughing again. Our laughter continued as we chatted.
The notification beeped, and I glanced at my phone. It showed that the bouquet I sent would soon reach its destination. Maha caught a glimpse of my phone from the side.
"I have to go now, I suddenly remembered some work!" Maha exclaimed. "So soon?" I replied, pursing my lower lip. She quickly grabbed her bag, hugged me, and left, saying, "I'll tell you everything on the call, Allah hafiz."
I sighed and shook my head. This girl is always in a rush! I refocused on my work, crafting a wrist corsage bracelet with baby breath flowers.
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As I glanced towards the gate, I noticed Maha still there, talking to that rude guy. I furrowed my brows in confusion, thinking, "What could they be talking about?"
I couldn't help but steal a glance at that rude guy as Maha made her exit. He swiftly slung his camera bag over his shoulder, oozing confidence with every move. I have to admit, just like Maha said, he's quite the handsome man, Mashallah. His captivating doe eyes locked onto mine, and I found myself getting lost in their depths once again.
And then, out of nowhere, he smirked and even gave me a cheeky wink! Can you believe it? Tauba tauba, how dare he! I was left utterly speechless, my mouth hanging open in sheer shock.
Before I could gather my thoughts and say anything, he turned to leave. Fuming with anger, I huffed and exclaimed, "Yeah, how dare you! Why on earth did you do that?" I couldn't help but hear his laughter. He looked at me innocently and asked, "What did I do?" with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders.
"Ahan! Acting all innocent now, Mr. Flour Face! Didn't you wink at me?" I continued, pointing my finger at him as I mustered the courage to approach, while still keeping a safe distance.
"What made you think that way, Miss Florist?" he raised an eyebrow mischievously and couldn't help but smirk. "Oh, something just got in my eyes, that's all," he explained, trying to play it off casually.
