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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"I have send the cheque to the cancer patients charity organisation." Aymen say closing the laptop.
"Hm." I reply, looking outside the window, watching the cars zooming down the road.
"Manar?" Aymen stands up and comes beside me. "Are you okay?"
I move my eyes away from the road and nod. "I am."
She worriedly looks at my face. "Do you need anything?"
I smile. "No, I am fine. Do I have any meeting today?"
She shakes her head. "Your schedule is cleared for today. Tomorrow you have to attend the starlight construction's launch event."
I nod. "Okay."
She takes a last look at me before leaving my office.
I rest my face on my palm and swirl the chair to face the window and go back to watching the cars on the road again.
The door opens again. "I am fine, Aymen."
Footfalls behind me and a familiar hand lands on my shoulder. "Are you?"
I smile and look over my shoulder at my husband, I grab his hand and kiss his knuckles. "I am. Just feeling a little under the weather."
He places his palm on my forehead. His brows dip with worry. "You have a temperature, Manar."
"A little." I admit.
He grabs my hand. "Let's go."
"Where?" I stand up and let him guide me through the office door.
"We are going home, you are not well."
I grab the door handle, making him stop. "I can go but you have work here."
He places his hand on my face, his thumb caressing my cheekbone and I lean in his touch. "Nothing matters more than you."
I smile softly. "But Mahib.."
"Shh." He places his finger on my lips. "No arguments, let's go."
Mahib instructs Ali—who was busy trying to take a look of my assistant, Aymen— to clear his schedule and we both leave the office.
When we sit in the car, Mahib looks at my face. "Are you thinking about him?"
I swallow the lump in my throat and watch as he drives from the office complex.
"I donated from his name today." I say. "I hope that blessings can maybe make Allah give him some relief."
It's been two months since my eldest brother passed away after a long battle from cancer. Tabrez bhai went to Pakistan for all the formalities but I didn't. I couldn't.
Maybe I was still angry at him or maybe I didn't had the courage to look at his dead body and relive all the moments of my dead childhood which burned around with him.
