My Blue Orange [COMPLETED]

Chapter 30

He ran his hands over his rugged face and placed the receiver at its limit.

Pressure was building up.

His investors bickered, taunting his synapses to burst. He pressed the button on his table that let him view his entire office staff. They were all working.

For him.

That gave him peace.

But his next sight pinned his brows up.

What the hell is she doing here?

Anger flowed up in him like a fountain. He unlaced from his chair and rushed out of his office. His every step in her direction promised deep misery that she won't be able to handle.

'What are you doing here?', he gritted through his teeth only for her to hear.

She knew she was in deep snow of trouble.

'She told me I can take a break.', she stutter whispered.

'She is no one to order you. I'm here for it.', an inky black strand fell over his fore head as he jerked his finger at her beautiful face.

She looked down not knowing what to say while hoping the ground to tear apart and engulf her.

'You had one job.'

He said shaking his head. Closing his eyes he counted till ten and exhaled. Up till now he kept whispering, not grabbing anyones attention. He didn't like it. Embarrasing his employee in front of everyone.

But now he was loosing it.

Without wasting anymore time he charged past her barking FIRED that now grabbed alot of attention.

He punched elevator button in fury and rode down. She was not supposed to be left alone on an abandoned floor.

Fu**

He kept cursing under his breath while his heart hammered against his chest. 

He could feel it.

Something unsubstantial was charging around him, whispering deep dark spells.

She'll be okay

He kept reciting it like a mantra and exhaled as the doors pinged open. He slowly stepped out with sweaty palms.

His brogue shoe clicked against the marble that echoed around making him more stiff.

He heard some coughing in the hallway and moved towards it.

Why is it so dimly lit?

He reached the cross ways and saw her.

She was slipping down along the glass wall with her heels in her hands.

His heart missed a beat that led sweat bead its way on his forehead.

'Zasha.'

It came out more like a whisper that even he couldn't hear it. His mouth felt dry.

What is happening to her?

He ran past the hallway and grasped her head that was about to fell on the ground saving her with major injuries.

'Zasha.'

He called her but she wasn't there.

Moving her hair away from her face he saw fresh tears on her cheeks.

He knew it.

He knew something out of track would happen today.

Slapping his fore head he called the emergency room and waited by her side with her head in his lap all the while calling her name.

They came and took her while he sat their watching the show. After good twenty minutes he looked around and saw his father frowning down at him.

'What did you do?', he gritted and Musa was truly taken aback by it.

'What?', he blurted it and felt his vision blurry.

He looked down in his lap masking his broken heart but a lone impatient tear broke the fence and tapped his open palms in the lap.

He had expected anyone to say that but his father.

Clouds of misery kicked inand all of a sudden he felt tired.

He gazed up at his father again and who had the same fury in his eyes.

Why everyone questions him?

Why is he always around when such things happen.

Why?

A big question mark laughed its ass off in front of his eyes.

'You always choose to worsen the situation Musa. No?', he puked fire and Musa absorbed it.

'You could've told me you don't want to marry her I would have stepped back but you--.', he left his sentence fragmentary knowing Musa would understand it.

'As if you would have listened.', he said anything for the first time in a while raging his father more.

'Don't you dare to take that tone with me.', he bellowed earning a glare from his son.

'I'm your father and I know what's best for you.'

Musa stood up with ease, taking his combative gesture for manifesto and gazed past the glass wall.

'You know everything yet you act as if you know nothing.', he whispered to the air.

'What are you talking about?', he asked with her meeting brows.

'Nothing.', Musa retreated back.

He didn't want to see his father broken while he confess the dirty truth of his games at his face. How he manipulated his son and made him fall in love with Rumi.

He knew everything but kept shut.

He walked back to the ground floor to check up on her leaving his father with an eerie train of thoughts.