His Damsel In Distress .

11

I sighed looking at the appointments I have with the doctor, popping the bitter pills in my mouth, I quickly hid them at the back of my closet.

I can't hide this forever at least not from my dad and my bffs who notices every little things.

I covered my puffy eyes with concealer, applying lip gloss and putting on a black skirt and a white long sleeved shirt, putting on my veil and wearing my sunglasses, I grab my phone, bag and car keys walking downstairs.

"Good morning afrah, how was your night? Are you strong enough to go today? The doctor told me its just fever but then I never knew fever can be so severe" My dad ranted.

I push back my tears, mentally thanking those who invented sunglasses.

"I'm fine Papa, you know how I hate boredom so I rather go to work " I replied him forcing a smile.

He looked not so convinced but let me off but not before stuffing food down my throat.

I ignited the car and drove off, alighting when I reached my destination.

Reciting the words that help me keep calm "Subhannalah, wal'hamdulilah wa lailahaillah wallahuakbar " I reapplied my gloss, checking my eyes and walking towards the company .

"Afrah, how are you this morning, nice glasses " Kat bless her heart, kindly asked.

"I'm fine Kat, Um is he in "? I asked her, so not in his bipolar mood today.

She nodded and gave me a sorry look.

I smiled and walked to his office, saying Salam, I entered but squealed seeing haram in front of me.

"Oh my Allah " I screeched covering my eyes.

"She's so annoying, fire her " a female voice spoke which I'm guessing it's London.

"London, I'll call you later " Aamir spoke out.

I heard smacking noise and walking then the slam of the door.

Then I peeked, mentally slapping myself for covering my sunglasses with my hands.

I quietly said hi and went to my part of the office.

I could feel a heated gaze following me, and later heard footsteps.

"Why are you wearing sunglasses in the office " he asked .

I could not say anything so he ordered me to remove it.

I slowly removed it and kept it in my bag and looked at him .

He intently looked at me and asked "What's wrong with your eyes, were you crying "? .

I was shocked that he was asking me that, I mean he's a cold man.

"No, I'm fine thank you sir " I replied.

He came closer and I widened my eyes, almost screaming "You can't touch me, you are not my mahram ".

He huffed and went back to his part of the office.

I sighed and continued my work.

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Sighing I wanted nothing more than just going home, I'm so tired.

"Sir, please if there's nothing more to do can I go home " I asked with a tired voice.

His eyes softened and he gazed at me again for a long time before he nodded.

Weird!! Always gazing!

I gave him a smile and quickly hurried out, almost tripping.

"Afrah " a voice called out.

Wow!! That was the sweetest calling of my name. Astagfirrullah!!!.

I turned to the source of the voice and my jaw dropped.

"I'll drop you home, you look exhausted " Mr Khan said.

Huh?? Is the world ending already????

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