Amira Sultan p.o.v

I took a deep breath before typing on the laptop with a heavy heart . I borrowed the laptop and printer from Myra , well Khalid gave her one when she asked him too .

I wasn't surprised , I mean she was his girlfriend , she is beautiful , bold and everything he wants which isn't present in me I guess .

Are you jealous ?? My subconscious asks, making me gasp.

" No I am not " I said a little too loudly only to realise I am alone and if anyone sees me like this , they will definitely think I am mad .

Pushing my thoughts , I started typing my resignation letter , feeling a little disheartened . I remember I got so happy when they hired me as a junior teacher . I was about to get a promotion when I took a 360 degree turn .

Khalid's entry changed my whole life .

Not in a good way ....

I tried to cheer myself up. " So I am sure Allah s.w.t planned something better for me " I tried to smile .

" And cherry on top I am going to meet Seher today ! " I felt excited all of a sudden .

It's been so many months since I last saw her .

Closing the laptop , " I think I should make something for her" .

" This is the first time she will come here " I clasp my hand happily .

There's a reason I called her today , guess what, no one in the house, not even Khalid , I saw her getting inside his car this morning, which means no Khalid for a day. Even though I have been ignoring him for a while now .

Since the whole house was nearly empty I decided not to wear a hijab . Well no man in the house I am free today . I was in the kitchen humming unconsciously when I felt someone piercing my back , suddenly I froze , there was pin drop silence and I could even hear his breath since I stopped a long time ago .

Please no Khalid !

Please no Khalid !

Please no Khalid !

Slowly with frightening heart I turned only to see him leaning on the wall with crossing arm unconsciously I swear unconsciously my eyes travelled from head to toe , as he was wearing formal clothes looking dashing as always .

I wanted to escape and run to my room but I know there is no point now , but I thought he wasn't home today .

My face must shown terror as I back away , his word still rang inside my head again and again .

His expression softened as there was guilt and regret in his eyes .

I look away , I don't want to see his face .

" Why are you cooking ?" Surprisingly his voice was gentle this time but I didn't answer him .

He began to amble forward, my inside began to clench , I felt my heart will leap out of my chest as he stood in front of me .

I gulped and tried to look everywhere but him , while his intense gaze made it difficult for me .

His eyes fell behind the dishes then me " are you cooking for me " my eyes snapped at him .

WHAT THE HELL ! after everything he said and done . He really thinks I will cook for him ??

Which world does this dude live in ??

Before I could open my mouth and burst his imaginary bubble blooming in his head when he spoke .

" Look at whatever happened that day..." my breath stopped .

" You - I am - actually - I was " he began to shutter nervously .

Now I am confused when he started talking to me nicely .

And wait ! Am I making him nervous ??

" I like your hair " he blurted out, only then I realised that I am not wearing a hijab .

" What " I narrowed my eyes .

" No I mean your hair isn't nice "

This man! " Excuse me " I am furious now because not . My . Hair .

His eyes widen '' no I mean it's beautiful ''

I was little calm again " it's just I didn't said in a wrong way ''

" And I don't care " I snapped even when I was surprised with my mouth , how fast it worked .

" Why? " he asked, like an innocent child .

" You were saying something " I raised my eyebrows .

" Yeah I am actually - I was - actually - I am " he again tried failing miserably .

I furrowed my eyebrows studying his face closely .

" You have never said sorry in your entire life have you ???" I was astonished at the audacity of this man .

He doesn't even know how to say sorry .

He was taken aback for a moment but shook his head getting to the point .

" Look I wasn't myself that day and I am -" before he could finally apologise his phone rang .

He looked annoyed but his annoyance grew into anger, his blazing gaze intensified like wild fire while I gulped in fear .

" What " I ask in a low voice .

" How dare you ?" He stepped closer . I can imagine horns in his head now , he is that mad .

" What have I done? " I ask innocently while my heart beats in fear .

" YOU CALLED A MAN IN MY HOUSE " he shouted and I trembled from head to toe . Last time he was angry I ended up in prison .

" Who is Asad ?" He questioned coming so close that our nose touched .

" I - I don't know " my voice trembles, blurring my vision .

" Liar " he seethed, coming closer like he would eat me alive .