Behind that attitude.

Chapter 2

Amna's POV
I sat there on one of the benches, feeling helpless devastated, I don't know what to do anymore, have been looking for my passport for the past 30 mins. How could I even miss it? Where could it possibly be?
I was strolling around trying to find some ice cream.
After buying the ice cream I sat down and thought of checking my things to see if every thing is in accordance. That was when I can't find my passport.

I went back to the ice cream place to check but I still can't find it.

I have asked many people around the area, but they seem to have not saw it.
Helplessly, I decided to sit a little in this quite place. To top it all, my battery went dead from all the game I played.

I could have at least tell Umma the situation am in. More tears keep on pouring out. May be this is the end of me! May be I would not see my family again. My teddy boo!!! I cried even harder.

Just then, I felt a presence beside me, he seems to be talking to me but I was never paying attention, so I don't know what he said.
"Madam. My boss I asked me to give this to you"
I looked at the "this" to find out that it was my passport. How could I be so stupid to not hear what he've been saying.

Oh thank you Allah, I was so very happy, I started smiling with tears on my face.
"Thank you so much"
I managed to vocalize.
"It's okay" he said with a different accent, I wonder what he speaks.

He turned around to go.

"Hey" I said

"let me go with you. I want to thank your boss"
I mean it would be rude to not thank him for saving me.
I trailed behind the guy, and he stopped beside this...,
Whoa ! Wait! Is this his boss!!!

OMG is he human? by mere looking at him from the back, my stomach this some kind of summer sault.
He looks Indian really, he resembles this guy, Ashish Sharma. I mean so much, and he has some other looks which I can't pick out really. But he is... Hey wait. Am I checking him out.
Oops Astagfirullah
I kept on approaching the bench until I reached where he was sitting exactly.
" ah boss, the girl wants to thank you"
He turned around to look at me.

Hmm there is this ego that lies in his face, is it pride? I don't know.. There is really something about him.
"Err thank you so much. You can't imagine how happy I am, I thought this is gonna be....."
"It okay, you can go"
He interrupted rather coldly. Whoa.

How rude, I thought.
I turned around to go. Rolling my eyes
Warrever Mr handsome.

I checked my golden Swatch wrist watch, to see that we will be leaving in the next 15 minutes. I packed my kaya (things) and went on to where our plane was.
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Well well. It took me like forever to post again..
So I hope the chapter is cool...
Yeah so that's the picture of d wrist watch Amna wore. It' s so cute and lovely. Yet simple.
A massive thank you to S_Asee for her endless support.Gorgeous176 thanks for the votes and support as well
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