| LIFE WITHOUT YOU | ✔

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I let myself in, closing the door. I drop my bag in the sitting room, adjusting my shirt.

"You're early." Qahhar says walking into the room, scribbling something down on a book.

"Yeah, wanted to be early for once." I shrug, he continued scribbling it down.

"What are you doing?" I ask him, walking towards him. "I run a company, have you forgotten?"

He raises a brow. "True, do you need any help?"

"No, I'm good. I need to continue working, enjoy yourself." He leaves me alone in the sitting room.

I roll my eyes, looking around the sitting room. "Do you need anything?" The old house help asks.

"No, thank you." I threw myself on the chair. I look at the ceiling, left alone with my thoughts that haunts me.

The time I hate most in the world. Being alone.

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"Nurse...Nurse ....nurse." I hear qahhar faintly and drowsily.

"Yeah?"

"Get up, adda. We have to get to work early." I hear Jabir's voice, standing over me.

"No, I don't want to get up now." I try to get back to sleep. "Do it for me, hmm? At least give me a kiss then."

I scoff. "You hurt me, Jabir. It's not that easy."

"I never meant to hurt you, I just didn't know what to do and I stupidly did that. All I want right now is you and we'll see and explore other options to have our kids."

I smile sheepishly, placing my hand on his jaw as I adore the smile across his face. "That's is all I wanted to hear." I place a kiss on his lips.

I close my eyes, enjoying the moment. I open them when I see qahhar.

I quickly pull away from him, sitting upright. "You're awake." He points out, acting like I didn't kiss him right now. I move uncomfortably in my seat.

"It's rude of me to be asking now. I apologize. What's your name?"

"Adama."

"I want you to please help me with something." He stands up, giving me his hand. I hold it, stand up then let go of it.

"It will take some time. I have to send it today." We walk to a room downstairs that appears to be a study. The decor of the room is simple and modern with an entire wall was a shelf, full of books. "You've read all of these?"

He sits down, turning on his laptop. "Yes, you can take whichever books that intrigue you."

"Are there romance?"

He looks at me with a furrowed eyebrow. "No, there aren't." I walk to the table, looking at him writing. I notice his curly beautiful hair.

He looks up, his eyes meeting mine. hm"Adama, are you trying to seduce me?"

He asks abruptly as I scoff. "Are you serious?" I cross my arms. He keeps his pen, chuckling. "I should be asking that question considering we're working."

I shake my head, dropping my hands to my sides. "That kiss was a mistake, you know that." He raises his hands to prove his innocence. "I don't know but I don't mind it happening again."

I smile, shaking my head. "I'm not supposed to be having this conversation with you."

I wave my hand in the air. "Because I'm a patient?" He teases me, smiling widely.

"Its not happening."

"You're missing out. So can you read this aloud? I need to type it in." I nod, taking the paper he slid in front of me.

"Okay." I sit on the chair opposite him. "No, come closer..beside me." I feel hesitant but took my chair and place it beside him anyways. "Now you can start."

I clear my throat. "Dear Mr. Khan, paragraph."

"Okay." He types. "It had been a week since......"

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I keep the paper. "Yours sincerely, Qahhar Haroon."

He types it down then stops. "Done and sent. You would make a great secretary."

He closes the laptop, standing up. "I'm good at everything, name it." He smiles, raising a brow. "Really?"

"Yeah." I say when my tummy grumbles. I internally scream in embarrassment but try to act normal.

"Well, I'm famished." He acts like it never happened, saving me from the embarrassment. I follow him to the kitchen. "What do you want to eat?"

He opens the drawer, taking out a box of cereal. "I'll just take cereal, I'm not in the mood for solid food." I sit down at the kitchen island. "Okay." He pours the milk, spilling it on the island.

I stand up and take the kitchen rag to clean the milk. Let me." I take it from him. I pour the cereal in, sliding the bowl to him. "Where are the spoons?"

"Its in the first drawer behind you."

I take two then gave one to him, sitting down. "Why do you trust a nurse you don't know much about with an important letter?"

I eat a spoon of the cereal. "I've gotten to know how to differentiate people. How about this? Ask me any question, I'll answer it and I'll ask you too."

He asks and I narrow my eyes. "Hmm, let me see. Do you have a girlfriend or a wife?'

"No, my turn. Why did you go into nursing?"

I take a deep breath. "My brother died in the hospital I work in, I wanted to be doctor but I was not that smart so I went into nursing. To help people like my brother." I smile weakly, avoiding his stare. "Sorry for your loss."

"Your turn, where are your family members? I saw a picture of them in the study."

His face suddenly changed, his body language. "Forget about it."

"No, I'll answer it. I inherited everything from my father, the company, assets, you name it. I was diagnosed with leukaemia as you know but all they thought about was their money, their share. As long as it didn't affect their money."

He scoffs, shaking his head. "They are in Switzerland presently while I'm here, dying." He stirs his bowls, looking at it.

I felt so bad for him, his family doesn't care about him. For a person to have that kind of family isn't lucky. I reach my hand to his, holding it. "I shouldn't have asked. I'm sorry."

He shakes his head. "No, every question must be answered." He looks at me. "Who's Jabir?"

I suddenly groan, closing my face. "How do you know that name?"

"You said it when you were asleep."

I take a deep breath. "He's my ex husband."

"He's the jabir? The imbecile?" He asks and I nod. "Yeah, it has been two years."

I purse my lips. "There will come a time he'll come back to you. They always do." I scoff internally.

"This is becoming depressing." I admit taking another spoon. His eyes fixated on something before he blinks, shifting his eyes back on the bowl.

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