You office series# 1
"I love her so much, It physically pains me to imagine a life without her, I feel like I won't survive a single second, without her. I feel I am drowning and only she could save me, But here I am, drowning without her, and she'...
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"Hey, excuse me."
I tear my eyes away from Eman's office door from where Mahib just went in.
A woman stood in front of me who looked like she walked out of those contemporary fashion magazines. Dark balayage hairs in neat wavy hairstyles, a beige shirt with red printed skirt and a plain shrug that matches the skirt to complete her look.
Her manicured fingers with red nail paint on them folded against her stomach in an elegant manner with a designer purse tucked under her elbow.
"Yes?" I answer.
She looks around the work stations. "Do you know where Mahib khan is? I am here to visit him."
A nerve structs in me when she says her name so freely, as if she has a right to do so. "Do you have an appointment?"
She looks at me, her dark brown eyes had a hint of confusion. "Appointment? No. No. I am not a business associate, I am...well, a friend you could say."
"Oh." Jealousy burns in the pit of my stomach. "I am afraid he is busy at the moment." I reply even though I am not his secretary.
She waves her hand. "Just say my name, he won't be busy anymore. Where is he anyway?"
Resisting the urge to grit my teeth, I point at Eman's office. "He's in Eman's office."
Something akin to terror crosses her face. "Eman..? Eman Abru?"
I nod. "Yes."
She tucks her hairs behind. "Well, would you mind calling Mahib from there, please? I am kind of af— I meant not well aquatinted with Eman."
"Sure." I nod with a tight smile and walk towards Eman's office and knock on the door.
I peek inside the door and see Eman and Mahib in a serious conversation, Mahib looks at me, his eyes going on my tight grip on the door handle.
"There is a visitor for you, Mr. Mahib." My voice couldn't conceal the underlying anger.
If he was affected he didn't show it and raises an eyebrow. "Who is it?"
I glance over my shoulder, she stood just behind me, her flowery scent suffocating me. Taking a breath, I move aside, letting her presence known.
"Hello, Mahib."
Mahib gets up from the chair, his face unreadable. "Sharmin."
"Glad you still know me, stranger."
The pit of jealousy in my stomach digs deeper when she goes to hug him.
My mouth parts open at the sight. Who is she exactly?
Mahib's eyes go to me over her shoulder, his hands remain at his sides.
I tighten the grip on the door handle.
Eman clears her throat. "Hello to you too, Sharmin."
Finally Sharmin lets go Mahib and gives Eman a wobbly smile. "Hey, Eman, love the top."
