love by chance

chapter 6

As Nadiya's mother sat by her bedside, gently brushing her hair, the concern in her eyes was evident. "How are you feeling, sweetheart?" she asked, her voice filled with worry.
"I'm okay, Mom," Nadiya replied, managing a weak smile. She shifted her gaze between her parents, their presence bringing her comfort. "But how did you know I was here?"
Nadiya's father stepped forward, his face serious. "We received a call from your office, explaining the situation. They told us what happened and that you were admitted to the hospital."
Her mother nodded, her hand still soothingly brushing through Nadiya's hair. "We rushed here as soon as we heard."
Nadiya felt a surge of gratitude towards her colleagues, their thoughtfulness in informing her family not going unnoticed. "I'm glad they called you," she said, her voice soft. "It means a lot that you're both here."
Her parents exchanged a loving glance before turning their attention back to their daughter. "Of course, Nadiya," her mother reassured her. "We'll always be here for you, no matter what."
Nadiya felt the warmth of their love envelop her, and she knew that with their support, she would soon be on the road to recovery.

As Nadiya's parents kept vigil by her bedside, their concern for her well-being was evident. Their conversation was interrupted by a knock on the door, revealing Irfan as he respectfully stepped into the hospital room.
"Good morning" he greeted Nadiya's parents, his tone polite. Turning his attention to Nadiya, he inquired, "How are you feeling?"
"I'm doing better, thank you," Nadiya replied, gratitude evident in her voice.
Her parents echoed her sentiments. "Thank you for your concern and for ensuring Nadiya received the care she needed," Nadiya's father expressed.
"It was the least I could do," Irfan replied, maintaining a courteous demeanor.
As Irfan excused himself to attend to an incoming phone call, Nadiya's parents exchanged appreciative glances, their spirits buoyed by his thoughtfulness and the knowledge that Nadiya was in capable hands.

Irfan stepped out of the hospital room, his demeanor as imperious as ever. His tailored suit clung to his broad shoulders, and his jet-black hair was slicked back with unwavering confidence. Nadiya watched him, her eyes narrowing. She had seen this act before—the arrogance, the bossiness—but she couldn't help but feel a pang of concern.

"Leaving already?" Nadiya's voice was barely a whisper, lost in the sterile corridors of the hospital. She knew Irfan well enough to understand that he wouldn't stay longer than necessary. But still, she hoped for a change, a softening of his edges.

Irfan glanced at her, his dark eyes assessing. "Business calls, Nadiya," he replied curtly. "My family must be worried about me. I can't afford to linger here."

Nadiya clenched her fists. "You're incorrigible," she muttered. "Always the same."

He smirked, the corners of his mouth lifting. "Some habits are hard to break," he said, his voice dripping with arrogance. "Besides, my PA will take care of the hospital bills. Money is never an issue."

Nadiya's frustration bubbled over. "It's not just about money, Irfan," she snapped. "You're human, not a machine. Your family needs you."

He raised an eyebrow. "Sentimentality doesn't suit you, Nadiya."

She took a deep breath, her resolve firm. "Maybe it's time you learned that it suits you even less."

As Irfan turned to leave, Nadiya's words hung in the air. She watched him stride away, wondering if he'd ever change. But deep down, she knew—he was unyielding, a force of nature. And no matter how much she cared, he'd always be the same Irfan, leaving in a whirlwind of arrogance and indifference.

Irfan stepped out of the hospital, his polished shoes tapping against the pavement. The sun glinted off his sunglasses, and he slid into the backseat of his sleek, black car. The driver, ever deferential, pulled away from the curb, navigating the chaotic streets with practiced ease. Irfan's phone buzzed incessantly, business calls demanding his attention.