My Blue Orange [COMPLETED]

Chapter 11

I was on the renovation site with Cassandra helping me out. I didn't need her but she insisted. Nice girl.

Again.

We bid our farewell and I went up to the apartment. I checked my watch and it said 1:30 in the noon. After the lunch I pushed my back at the head rest  and took out the designs again. I took out digital prints of them and stacked them neatly in a transparent file.  I was done with two floors and was left with one.

I decided the color schemes of both the floors.

Gold and Black

Beige and gray.

Yeah I know

I'm genius.

I decided tan and granola as the third wheel but I was convinced with my first choices. After accomplishing my third floor design and color scheme I'll hand it over to them. 

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I forced Cassandra back to Zaid when she told me she was his assistant.

God!

No, I didn't need that girl plus she was burdened both by my work and his. 

I was alone now and that made a shiver ran down my spine.

Whoa!

It's okay.

I know he's not here.

It was just a hallucination.

That's it.

I recited Ayat-ul-Kursi and sat on the floor with my back to the wall. I was done with just two rooms when I heard the ping of the door bell. God! She's here again. Why is she troubling herself? I know she told me that 'That's what I'm paid for.' Is she that broken?

I felt her behind me.

'I told you not to come here.'

'Don't trouble yourself I'm good here.'

I was still making it with the arch when I heard someone clear their throat.

Whhoooopppss.

A man.

My head whipped back and Musa came into view.

Phew.

It's not him.

'Ohh it's you..', I dragged the last word way too much.

'Where is Cassandra?', he asked in his dead tone.

'Ohh I just pushed her off of the terrace.', I said while pushing all the things away from my crossed leg. I laughed at my own joke but guess what. It was way too stupid to laugh at. Well it seemed so by the look on his face.

I stood up with numb legs that wobbled a bit at his striking one hell of a hunky sight.

Shit. Am I crushing over a married man?

No.

Stop thinking.

You say that out loud.

Stop it already.

'How's it going?', he said stuffing his hands in his pockets. Again, I don't like that posture. Makes man look so much confused.

'Yeah it's good.'

'You're alone?', he asked advancing further from the doorway.

'Yeah'

Why is he asking that?