Since y'all are completing the target and making me happy, here's Zayran's POV again because y'all love his POV so much.
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— 𖤐 𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐑𝐀𝐍'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕 :
Sitting in my office, I massage my forehead with one hand, while the other one scribbles signs on a few important papers. A sigh escapes my lips.
It's been exactly one week.
7 fucking days of that weirdo who barged into my life one night like a whirlwind of chaos, disrupting every ounce of peace I had.
7 days of enduring the headache that is Mirha fucking Ivanov.
Her loyal gloomy or whatever, utterly useless guard couldn't find her passport, so he claimed he'd arrange a new one, but that will take a few more days.
She again pulled that stupid theatrical performance before me, spouting dramatic phrases like :
'𝐄𝐤 𝐤𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐭, 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐦, 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐀𝐛𝐥𝐚 𝐍𝐚𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐚𝐛 𝐛𝐮𝐬 𝐲𝐚𝐡𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐡𝐚 𝐛𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐤𝐞 𝐠𝐞, 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐛 𝐤𝐲𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐣𝐚𝐲𝐞..' and all that nonsense.
[ A beautiful, innocent damsel wandering here and there, who knows when what will happen]
She then went on talking non-stop until I was reluctantly convinced. To top it off, she even video-called Zara, my sister, who guilt-tripped me with another dramatics : '𝐀𝐩𝐧𝐢 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐤𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐲𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐧𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐡𝐢 𝐤𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐚𝐩 𝐛𝐡𝐚𝐢?'
[ Can't you do this much for your sister?]
They both skillfully granted me migraine.
I should have shoved her away from the airport itself.
𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐤𝐡𝐮𝐝 𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐞 𝐤𝐮𝐥𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐢 𝐦𝐚𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐢.
[ I hit my own foot with an axe ]
Literally.
She starts annoying me from the very morning by religiously joining me for my morning jog, which I go daily in the woods.
When I told her not to, she said : 'why only you have the right to be healthy? I'm quite conscious about my health as well.' I rolled my eyes and scoffed at that, of course, the girl who keeps munching on her junk—which god knows how much more she had stuffed in her not-so-big-looking backpack that actually seems to be a black hole for snacks—says she's health conscious.
She talks my ears off while we run, constantly bugging me with absolute nonsense questions.
Again, Of course, I completely ignore her by tugging my EarPods, running ahead and leaving her behind.
