'Damaged people are dangerous. They know how to make Hell feel like Home'
The next morning was a cloudy one the unclear sky showing no sign of sun anytime soon. The sky turned grey and the air windy and chilly.
The previous night, Hanan and Mariam had chatted for some while. Mariam had reluctantly let her go claiming she might disappear overnight, and she couldn't risk that.
Faaiz had slept on the same bed with her and she couldn't have been any happier. They had talked for a while before they finally slept off. Or better still, Hanan slept off.
She awoke the next morning and was met with an empty bed. She sighed as she got up and headed downstairs this time around, with no scarf on.
"Morning sweetie"
"Morning granny" she pecked her cheeks and gave a sigh of relief.
"Thought you might have vanished overnight"
She gave a reassuring smile. "I haven't!"
"Glad to see"
"Where is Faaiz?"
"Oh." she racked her brain.
"Age already taking its toll?"
She chuckled "Something like that." She finally answered "In his study"
"Thanks granny"
"Welcome!"
"Morning ma'am!" Sofia exclaimed
"Morning to you too"
"You back already?" She smiled gently at her and nodded.
"Yeah dear." she hugged her "Really glad to see you again. The kids has been asking of you"
"Aww. My regards to them"
"I will deliver."
She returned to the room. She was combing her hair when Faaiz entered. She hadn't gone to the study cos she felt he didn't want any disturbance.
"Good morning"
He nodded and went into his closet. She shrugged and continued combing her hair. She eased all the knots and after many trials, she finally succeeded in freeing the hair from the knots.
By then he has returned back into the room. "Bad morning?"
Still, no response.
She then stood up after packing her hair in a ponytail and went closer to him. He was contemplating on what to wear. She went into the walk in closet and brought out a navy blue suit and a tie.
"Going to work?"
He took a while before replying "Have an important assignment" He was beginning to sound like the old Faaiz.
She stared at him. He had shaved and he smelled of after shave. His stubble now devoid of hair, his face looked cool and cute. There was something else which was the usual coldness.
Her breath hitched. "Faaiz?"
He gave a questioning look.
"Is there a problem?"
"Does it seem like there is?" He snapped. And the clothes in her hand fell off.
Probably he has a rough morning or the client he was going to meet had provoked him before hand. Just then, there was a deafening lightning and she shuddered slightly.
"Here, here's the cloth I picked for you. This will look good on you" she picked up the fallen suit.
He collected it and threw it on the bed angrily. "What's wrong?"
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Heart buried treasures
SpirituellesHighest rankings- #3 in spiritual. #1 in compassion. Faaiz hasnayn is a famous and very wealthy businessman, known for his heartlessness and cold behavior. None has ever seen the smile on his face, as he was even n...
