We are meant to be💕 Book1 [wattys2017][completed✅]. Under editing.

Chapter 2

Daniyal's POV
Work was going well. Miss Amna is a big, big help. I heard from some workers that she puts hijab on her face and dresses super modest. That made me happy but also a bit suspicious. I did not know why. I knew there is something. I never heard that girl laugh. I never knew where she lives.
An idea popped up in my mind. I nocked on her office room door.
"Nock, nock..." Come in, she said with a trembling voice. Now I could sense that there is something wrong with her. It bothered me a lot. And I had no clue why.
I took a deep breath and entered, like I was on an exam.
Hello, Miss Amna,
How are you?" I asked politely.
"I am fine, thank you." She happily replied me, like I was the only one who asked that question from her since a long time.
"Is there anything you want to talk about, Sir?" She asked worriedly. She was probably silently crying taking an advantage of my blindness.
"No, there's not any problem. But I would like to ask if I could drive you to your home." I said hoping she wouldn't mind it.
"Um... Uh... I. Would like to... But. I don't know." She was cutting off herself. I knew that there's something wrong. Whenever a person cuts their speech, it means there's something wrong or they are worried. Something like that.
"But what?" I softly said. To her with understanding, hoping she would let me in her world. Hoping that she would let me know her.
"I will wait for you Miss Amna. It's my pleasure to help you." I said. I was taking an advantage that the driver's wife was having a baby, so I let him go early from work. I didn't know how all that happened. But Miss Amna made my heart from ice to fire, again. Her care, her kind words, her help. That was everything I needed to melt my heart. My employees were so happy to see the new me.
Amna's POV
I was feeling so shocked when he asked me to drive me to my home. My home? where was my home? Was it where my sister poured all her jealousy on me? Where I was hated, where? My thoughts were so many. My vision got blurry. I started crying. At first silently, but then I cried. Cried loudly.
"Nock, Nock..."
Someone nocked on the door and I hurriedly wiped my tears so that no one could see that I was crying.
"Yes, come in." I said feeling the shakiness in my voice.
"Mis Amna? Are you ready to go?" My boss asked and I replied with an unsure yes.
We got into the car. At first we drove in silence but then he broke the silence and we talked about random things like food, places, business. I noticed that he stopped the car and I immediately came in my senses.
"We are here, Miss Amna." He said while opening his door She opened the door for me and helped me out.
"Thank you, sir."
I said with a smile. Maybe he noticed the smile so he smiled back to me.
"It was my pleasure madam." He teased me.
I turned and walked into the house.
Daniyal's POV
We are here. At her address. It was a small house. It probably had two bedrooms and a kitchen, maybe one bedroom. I was not sure. But that's what I heard from my driver when I last spoke to him to ask for the health of his wife and baby. He said they are fine Alham Dulillah.
I was in my thoughts when I heard from the open window the talk of Amna and her sister.
"So? Where are the money? B***h?" Her sister asked. I stood shocked on my place.
"I... I... Don't have any money." I knew she hid the money, because I gave her salary two days ago.
"Give me the money, f****ing b***h!" Her sister yelled. I started getting angry. I didn't know what to do. Her sister was probably fully sighted.
I cursed myself for not being able to do what a normal man should do.
"Schwoop! Schwoop!" I hurt something being hit. I listened closely. I heard those sobs. Amna's sobs. Was her? Was her sister beating her? How did that happen?
"You, blind, B***h! Give! Me! All! Your! Money!" Her sister hysterricly yelled while hitting her with the belt everywhere she could.
I couldn't stand it anymore.
I took my only weapon. My white cane. Walked, searching everywhere in the little house for her. For m worker, my friend. Finally I heard her voice. Her sister beating her mercilesly. What kind of a girl is this? I asked myself.
I heard Amna telling her to stop.
I didn't know what to do. I just stayed shocked there.
But then an idea clicked in my head.
I pulled her sister with all the strength I had. And I had quite a bit since I was an active person in the gym.
Her sister turned around and laughed at me.
"Your blind prince is here to save you my dear sister. Blind, like you." She said while laughing. Then she started hitting her with more and more force. She saw that Amna was unconcious. Then she turned to me trying to hit me. I amazingly caught the belt and snatched it out of her hand. With that she said an Au, because the strength I grabbed it was so harsh that it could hurt you if holding it like her.
Her sister left and the first thing I could do is to call the substitude driver. I knew it was too late but I couldn't do anything. I had to take her to a hospital.
I packed some of her clothes. I saw some Pakistani once and packed them with happiness.
The driver came and took the bag from me. I picked the fradgel girl in a bridal style and with my cane I found the car. Then I placed her carefully on the back seat and buckled the belt.
I was so worried. What if she couldn't survive? She lost so much blood. I didn't know what to think. The driver seeing me assured me that It's all gonna be alright Insha Allah.With that I prayed until we reached the hospital. They took her in ICU.
After an hour a doctor came out of there and rushed to him.
"Is she alright, Doctor?" I said worriedly while trying to hurry andtake as much as possible information from him I could.
"What are you to the patient?" He asked.
"I am her boss." I replied.
"You may go see her. We just moved her into a room. She is out of danger. But what she lived..." He paused for a momen then continued.
"Never ever let it happen again. That's a lot of stress."
I nodded a yes and hurriedly tried to find the room number. I found it with the help of my driver.
"Thank you Ahmad." I said and entered. He smiled at me and went to wait in the car.
She was laying there. I slowly went to her and held her hand in mine. She saw me and got shocked.
"Wha? What are you doing here? And why am I here?" She said near to a whisper enough loud for me to hear.
"I know what's wrong now. I know what you have hidden. She treats you bad. She beats you like she is not your family. She wants money only. I will give her as much as she wants just to see you free from her bullying." I said that without realizing that I didin't even take a breath between the words. She was still shocked trying to realize what is happening around her.
"I. I need to go. I need to take care of her. She will need food. And clean clothes. And..." Then I stopped the nonsense she was saying.
"Why? Why amna? Why why do you care about her so much? Why do you care about people in general?" I asked her. My heart skipping beats every time I get close to her.
"She... She is my sister. If my parents know how I left her they will surely find me and kill me."
She said sobbing.
"don't worry. No one will kill you or touch you anymore. You're not going to live in that house anymore." I said still holding her hand in mine.
"But..."
She said in sobs.
"No buts, no ifs. You are coming to live in my house. I will never touch you. You will live downstairs. Live upstairs so we won't even see each other a lot."
I softly spoke to her.
"I... How am I going to pay you?" She worriedly asked. Her sobs no more loud.
"You don't have to pay me anything. You already work in my company. You are my secretary, my best friend." I said tightening the grip.
"Sss... It... Hurts... Don't squeeze my hand." She said in pain.
"I am sorry." And with that I released her hand but made sure that I am still holding it very loosly.
"I do not have friends. You are the first one who says that I am their friend." She whispered.
"Now you have one friend. It's me. Your boss. And you don't even have to call me Sir anymore when we don't work. Just call me Daniyal."
"Ok... Daniyal. Thanks for wanting to be my friend. I hope you don't back up like all them who said it." She whispered with a shaky voice.
"I won't leave you, Amna. Don't worry. Now sleep. Your voice sounds sleepy." I said and stroked her hair.
"Won't you sleep?" She asked caringly.
"Don't worry about me. I am fine. Now rest is more important to you than me." I said still stroking her hair.
"But... You will sleep, right?" She whispered. Her voice sleepy, her words caring.
"I will, I promise. Now go to sleep yaar." With that she closed her eyes and fell asleep. Maybe you all wonder how I know this? I know it by the breathing of a person. When it becomes heavy, it means the person has fallen asleep.
I took two chairs and placed them as a bed. then I took my jacket and put it as a cover on me.
I struggled but I eventually fell asleep.