CROSSED PATHS

Chapter fourty-six

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Immediately after my call with Aryan. I called Husna telling her the good news about Aryan agreeing to her stay. She was a bit hesitant saying what if our parents find out blah blah. But somehow I managed to convince her. I told her to pack right away.

My phone rang again. Yes,it was Aryan we literally spoke like 30 minutes ago. I picked up my cell phone talking to him as I went downstairs to the kitchen to help the maids since I have nothing going today.

I couldn't help but smile as I put down the dishes, my mind still lingering on Aryan's call. He always managed to sneak in a few minutes for me, no matter how hectic his business dealings.

It was endearing, really. The way he'd pause in the midst of negotiating million-dollar deals to hear my voice. His "hello, beautiful" still echoed in my mind, sending a flutter through my chest.

As the richest young man in Africa, Aryan's schedule was perpetually packed. But he always prioritized us, making time for our brief, precious connections.

I felt grateful for our ritual – these stolen moments that bridged the distance between us. It didn't matter that his calls were short; the thought and love behind them filled my heart.

As I finished tidying up, my gaze drifted to the photo of us on the mantle. Aryan's chiseled features and piercing gaze seemed to radiate confidence, and I couldn't help but feel proud to be by his side.
It was one of the portraits from our wedding nikkah. Back then I use to regret ever taking the pictures but now, they are the most cherished and valuable part this house.

My thoughts wandered to his latest business venture, wondering how it would change the African landscape. His vision and leadership inspired me, and I admired how he balanced his empire with our relationship.

Aryan's love and dedication were a constant reminder that, no matter how vast his wealth and influence, I was his most valuable assets and I feel that.

I was in the living room watching some love on the island when the door bell rang. I was about to get it but Veronica beat me to it.

"Hussy" I said as I ran down the hall way to hug her. She had two of her trollies and one hand luggage. She hugged me back passionately.

"Husna why are you crying?" I realize her from the hug and held her by the shoulder slowly bringing her into the parlor. From the corner of my eyes I saw Veronica taking up her suit cases,as I told them to get her room ready for her upstairs.

"Thank you so much Ahlam,you gave me a place to live when everyone is running away from me. Thank you so much for been my helper in this needful time" . I hugged her whispering soothing words to her.

After some minutes of thanking and words of affirmation. We decided to have lunch together. We were in the dinning having lunch when my phone started ringing,it was the hospital. I was quick to pick it up.

" I will be right there" I said putting the phone down and heading upstairs almost immediately.

I moved swiftly through my room, adrenaline fueling my every step. The emergency call from the hospital had shaken me, and I needed to get there ASAP.

I discarded my comfortable lounge wear, replacing it with crisp, white scrubs. My hands moved with practiced efficiency, securing the ties and zipping up my pants.

Next, I slipped on my hospital ID badge and grabbed my stethoscope. A quick glance in the mirror confirmed I looked professional, despite the rush.

My hair, usually a tangled mess, cooperated surprisingly well as I pulled it into a neat ponytail. A few swift strokes of mascara and a dash of lip gloss later, I felt presentable.