#𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌-1 𝒊𝒏 𝑩𝑶𝑵𝑫𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑵𝒀
"𝐒𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐞" he asked joining their foreheads.
She closed her eyes, tears escaped her eyes as she whispered "𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮"
"𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲...
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AARIZ'S POV
"Shit! I shouldn't have told her that."
Regret hit me like a wave as I realized how harsh I had been. I was clearly irritated because of this unexpected project that landed on my plate just as we arrived in Dubai.
And I couldn't just walk away from it, it was a million-dollar deal. Ayaaz had been trying to manage it on his own, but it was too much for him, so I had no choice but to step in and help.
Most of our time in Dubai was consumed by work instead of enjoying the trip with my jungli billi. Now, with just a bit of work left, I was trying to wrap it up when the flight got delayed due to weather, trapping us here at the airport.
I knew she was bored. She saw how frustrated I was this morning, but she just couldn't resist pushing my buttons. I lost my temper, and she walked away. But now, it's been more than two hours since she left.
Where could she be?
I finally finished my work, closed my laptop, and ran my fingers through my hair, trying to ease the tension. Pulling out my mobile, I called her— 'my jungli billi.' No response.
I tried again, still nothing. With each unanswered call, my heart sank deeper. I called her five, six times, but there was still no response.
Where the hell is she?
I got up, anxiety bubbling up inside me as I dialed her number once more. This time, I started searching for her throughout the airport.
My eyes scanned every corner, every seat, every shop. I checked the lounges, the cafes, even the restrooms, but she was nowhere to be seen.
The more I searched, the more panic started to set in. I ran through the crowded terminals, dodging travelers and airport staff, my heart pounding in my chest.
I asked around, showing her photo to anyone who would listen, but no one had seen her.
Half an hour passed, and I was starting to feel a deep, fear. The thought of her being lost or in some sort of trouble made my stomach twist.
How could she just disappear like this?
My mind raced with possibilities, each one worse than the last. I should never have snapped at her, never have let her wander off like that.
My breaths were coming faster now, panic gripping me tighter with each passing minute. I was desperate, searching every nook and cranny of the airport.
Where could she have gone? Why isn't she answering my calls?
The airport suddenly felt too big. My thoughts were a jumbled mess, and all I could think about was finding her, making sure she was safe.
