Ayman's POV
Today has been a very hectic day for me, I just took the girl to the hospital I was so worried that she could have died on me and I would be blamed for her death but it was a price I had to pay and thankfully she just had a few dislocated bones and some fractures but I think the worst problem was that she lost her memory.
The doctor said she would be discharged in two days time so I knew the girl had to live with us for some time before we figure out who she is or where shes from but before I could do any of that I had to make sure she wasn't a threat so I patently sat down on the plastic chair next to her waiting to see those beautiful eyes open.
Ammah's POV
I woke up with a sprinting headache all I could remember was the drivers voice when he shouted and when I felt my head hitting something hard before I saw black.
I didn't notice I wasn't alone until I heard a voice speaking to me from my left side.
"Who are you" he said to me in the most sexy voice I've heard in my life, his eyes were drawing me into this everlasting orb. I have never seen anyone more beautiful, was I dead I thought to myself.
" I don't know" was all I could say at that moment he was looking at me to intensely as if he was trying to figure something out with those gorgeous coffee brown eyes of his.
"Can you remember anything that happened or perhaps your name" he said looking at me awaiting my next reply.
" I think my name is ammah" I said to him but this time he didn't reply instead he just stood up from the bed and what he did next was quite suppressing, I heard him calling a number and saying that he had a guest and that he needed the guest room ready by next tomorrow night, was the room suppose to be mine I thought to myself. I thought he was my brother or something if he's not then why did he help me. My curiosity got the best of me and I just had to ask.
" excuse me but do you know me from somewhere or perhaps are related to me in any way" I said to as he turned to look at me.
It took him a few seconds before he spoke as if he was putting his words together, " no, I don't know you and we're not related in any way I just happen to run into you when you had your accident and decided to help, that's all" he said to me so calmly.
" ok so who are my family and when are you taking me back" I dared to ask again.
" are you deaf or something I just told you I don't know you I just met you on the road and decided to help so you can live with me and my family until we figure out who you are, ok" he said, it was more than clear he got angry by my last question.
I was so afraid to even ask another question cause it was more than visible that he was fuming with anger from my last question so I said what a normal human would say " ok thank you".
That seemed to have calmed he down a bit because this time I didn't receive a rude reply but I didn't get one either as he just left the room. After about an hour or so he was back but this time not alone he came back with a girl she looked so pretty actually they kind of looked alike, I watched as they both came into the room with a pink basket, which am guessing must be for me.
" Salaamu alaikum" I heard the girl say as she worked into the room slowly.
" Waalaykumul salaam" I answered her trying to put on the best smile I could at the moment but I kind of broke my jaw so.
She dropped the basked on the glass table and proceeded to sit down next to me on the bed.
" sunana Aisha ( am Aisha ) am that wierd guys sister over there" she said with a smile keeping her voice down a bit, I could not help smile as well.
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Любовные романыShe was not known, not even by herself. She lost her memory. She thought she found her Prince Charming but she didn't know she was actually far from it. He abused her, used her, and left her longing. Will she ever re surface. Slave of Allah(female) ...
