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Amina's POV
we were done with the breakfast zayd was droping mom at the mantion on his way to office
Asalamu alaikum mom I am going to the hospital I am already late I said to mom going towards the door
beta wait zayd will drop u Mom said stoping me
I looked at him he was in the balcony talking on phone Then I looked at mom and said No mom Its ok I will go by myself
No beta he will drop u And u are already getting late and dont wory abou me my driver will drop me she said insisting
And now zayd came back to living room and he heard mom...I looked at him not knowing what to say next...he looked at me in unredable expretion
Zayd u drop her I will go with my driver Mom said in ordering tone to zayd...He just nodded
Mom left for the mansion..and I was sitting next to zayd in his car at back seat and driver was driving the car
Zayd was on his laptop the whole time during the car ride. Such a workaholic, I thought, sneaking a glance at him. Meanwhile, I was on my phone, pretending to read a novel. I didn't always read—only when I had free time or when I wanted to appear busy with something.
The car pulled to a stop at the hospital. I put my phone away and said softly, "Thank you."
He didn't look up, simply nodding. I opened the door to step out, but then—
"Amina," he said.
For a second, I froze. It was the first time he'd ever said my name. My heart skipped a beat, and I felt heat rush to my cheeks. I never thought my name could sound so beautiful until now.
I turned around to look at him, and I found him already looking at me. His sharp gaze softened slightly, making me feel nervous and shy.
"As I dropped you, I'll pick you up later. Or I'll send a driver—since you didn't bring your car," he said, his tone hesitant but measured.
I nodded quickly. "Okay," I managed to say, barely meeting his eyes.
He nodded back, then drove off without another word. I stood there for a moment, trying to collect myself before walking inside.
Inside the hospital, I went straight to the pediatric department, where Layla was waiting.
"As-salamu alaikum, Layla," I greeted her cheerfully.
"Wa alaikum as-salam, darling!" she said, pulling me into a quick hug.
I hugged her back, smiling. As we pulled away, I asked, "What's on the schedule for today?"
"We three will assist Dr. William in a surgery," she replied, flipping through her notes.
"We three?" I frowned. "Who's the third?"
"Amir," she said.
"Oh," I said simply as we started walking toward the orthopedics department. "What's the patient's history?"
"A 43-year-old man with a tibia-fibula compound fracture in his left leg," she said, her tone turning professional.
We changed into scrubs and entered the operating theater. Amir was already there, talking to Dr. William, the lead surgeon.
The moment we entered, Amir's gaze landed on me. I quickly averted my eyes and greeted the doctors instead.
"Good morning, Dr. William. Good morning, Dr. Charles," I said politely.
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Veil of Truth
Spiritual"Amina, a devout niqabi Muslim and final-year medical student from India, has always held her faith close. She has come to London to complete her studies, but life takes a turn when she finds herself in an arranged marriage with Zayd, a wealthy Lond...
