His Denied Love

Chapter 7

"Denial is a wall in which love hides behind."

-Anonymous

Aaiza's Pov

Yesterday, I did not get a chance to talk to him about my boutique so I decide to do it today but, after apologizing about what about the carelessness I showed yesterday. And about him, lets just believe he said it in anger.

He even has a wounded his hand, which looked pretty bad. I dunno how he got that. I sigh loudly taking a last look in the mirror.

Tommorow is Friday and I am planning to ask Dad to reopen my boutique but lets get this done first. Tieng my hair in a quick pony I plod down the stairs and see a few luggage bags in the living lying near the sofa.

I see Zaid in his grey joggers and white tee talking to a man who looked like he carried those bags in. Maria is standing behind the sofa and her eyes meet mine following with a love smile. I walk further and Zaid raises his head to look at me as soon as the man left.

"Sleep well?" Maria exclaims grinning.

"Yeeaahh" I say with a small smile trying to hide the truth.

It is 7:30 in the morning now. I woke up in the fajr but couldn't sleep after that.

"What is this?" I ask indicating the bags.

Zaid looks at me and without answering just  walks past us climbing up.

Is he still mad?.

I look at Maria helpless, but she shakes her head giving me a chill out smile as if its nothing to worry about.

"Sweety these are your belongings, Your Mom shipped it here this morning." She says breaking the silence.

Oh I totally forgot about that. I am gonna stock my wardrobe today itself.

"Ohh Thanks" I reply giving her a small smile.

"I'll just get them carried in your room" She says.

I nod and rush back to my room an idea striking me. Grabbing an ointment for bruise and cuts I bolt towards his room.

Zaid always leaves around nine in the morning for work and its almost eight, we might have our breakfast together. Hoping I slow down as I near his room. Chewing on my bottom lip nervously I stand there squeezing the life out of the ointment.

I take a small breath and knock. I hear a light Come in and a smile forms on my lips. As soon as I walk in, his cologne hits my nose once again but he is nowhere to be seen.

Where is he? I walk further looking for him taking small steps, trying really hard not to trip or stub my toe with something for how much clumsy I am.

"What are you doing here?" The sudden voice startles me and I jump with fright, my hand on my chest.

I turn around and bump into his hard chest  his cologne much stronger to my nose now.

I am not going to get over this musk fragrance.

Realizing how much close we are right now I stumble back almost falling back, before it could happen  I feel him grabbing my waist pulling me back on my legs.