Chapter # 03

"I love your hair," he used to compliment her before her chemotherapy.

"I love your scars," he says now.

What healed her the most was a therapy called his LOVE.

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Arya's P.O.V.

The rest of the office hours passed uneventfully.

At 5:00 pm, we left for our apartment. After changing to tank top and shorts, I called Mom. Zara also talked to her, then we ate dinner and I went to sleep.

The next day, I woke up with a little effort on Zara's part, did my morning routine and wore a floral summer dress, blue in color. I put my hair in a nice messy bun and put on a pastel-colored slingback heel. I applied a little foundation and a pink lip gloss only.

After having breakfast, we left for the office and greeted the receptionist with smiles and nods of our heads.

We reached our desired floor and took our positions.

When I mentioned the coffee incident to Zara, the day before, all she said was; "just give him coffee whenever he asks. No arguments."

Mr. Wali came, I greeted him but he didn't reply, not even with a nod.

Well I don't care, you stupid.

At 10 o'clock I brought him coffee. Then I busied myself by attending a few calls.

I was about to go to have lunch when a girl came to our floor. She looked like a celebrity. Her blonde hair was curled. She was wearing a knee-length dress with a branded bag hanging on her arm.

"Hello, ma'am," I called her, "how may I help you?"

She didn't even acknowledge my presence there and went towards Mr. Wali's office room.

How rude!

Zara, too, greeted her while coming towards me.

"Who is she?" I asked Zara, scrunching my nose, as soon as she was in my hearing range.

"Mr. Wali's girlfriend and soon-to-be fiancee."

"Seriously," I inquired with widened eyes.

"Yeah, ____ what is so unbelievable?" She asked.

"I would have never guessed," I said rolling my eyes.

"Guessed what?"

"Mr. Wali doesn't seem like the type of man who will have a girlfriend," I stated.

"You know, Zara," I said, suddenly feeling excited, "men like Mr. Wali --- want their wives to be a puppet and they cheat on them too," I concluded.

"Arya, he isn't married yet," she replied, feeling surprised at my previous comment.

"That's not what I'm saying," I said resting myself on the chair. "I bet, Zara, he will not marry this blonde bimbo. He will marry someone else and then he will cheat on her with this blonde. "

"Arya, stop your absurd assumptions," Zara told me strictly.

I was about to reply when a sharp voice interrupted.

"Miss Arya, if you are done gossiping."

Of course it had to be Mr. Wali.

He only mentioned me, that means he had heard my comments about him.

'No, I'm not done,' I said under my breath.

"Baby, I want someone as my personal assistant," I heard a new voice.

And I was dreading the next words I was about to hear.

"Miss. Arya can accompany you." Spoke Mr. Arrogant.

"But, sir."

I gave Zara a pleading look. And like she is, she spoke for me.

"Miss. Layana, I'll be free in two hours. I can go with you. Arya doesn't know much."

"She doesn't need to know much to make a trip to the mall." This time spoke female demon---- Miss. Layana.

"Be useful, Miss. Arya." Saying this Mr. Devil went inside his office.

Miss. Layana signaled me to follow her. I groaned and stomped my feet but followed her anyways.

We arrived at a boutique and she began looking for the dresses, I dunno for what purpose. I was just following her around like a lost puppy.

At last, after 1 hour she chose a few dresses and went inside the dressing room to try them on.

I was waiting for her outside when Mr. Wali came there.

"Miss. Arya, where is Layana?"

"She is inside the dressing room, sir," I replied.

She might have heard him as she spoke; "Alim tell me which one should I wear?"

"Anyone you like, Layana."

"But I want you to choose." Came a whiny voice.

"Sir, now; as you are here, can I go ?"

My feet were hurting like a bitch.

"Where do you think you are going?" Before Mr. Wali could reply Miss. Layana spoke, coming out.

"To home, if you may allow," I spoke, sarcasm was dripping from my voice.

She ignored me and turned towards Mr. Wali and showed him all the dresses. He pointed at a red-colored dress and paid.

"Carry these," Miss. Layana gave me two packets. She and Mr. Wali left the boutique and started walking towards the parking lot.

I'm not your servant, you idiots.

When I reached there, they were already sitting in the back seats. I sat in the passenger seat and we drove off. All the time, I kept looking out of the window.

When we reached Alim enterprise, I immediately ran inside without waiting for any of them so that they couldn't order me again to carry their luggage.

"You will go to the party with me tonight," Miss. Layana told me, stopping by my desk.

Zara had already heard my whining, so she immediately stood up in my favor," Miss. Layana, I can accompany you both in this dinner. I don't have much to do tonight."

Mr. Wali was standing there, looking between us three not speaking a word.

"No, Zara, she will go with me." Miss. Layana said, pointing towards me.

"But I don't want to go, Miss. Layana," I said desperately.

"Who asked your opinion?"

"But----," she cut me off.

"You are going, that's for sure. Do you have anything good to wear?"

How dare she ask me that!

"No, I don't," I spoke arrogantly.

"I should have known," she said, thinking. "I'll send you a dress later. Be ready at 8:00 pm."

They both went inside and Zara was left there to listen to my pleas and groans.

I hadn't had eaten in a long time.

I went to the cafeteria to eat something. Tom's shift had ended here. I felt angrier, because of her shopping I couldn't have much time to gossip with Tom.

We were about to leave for our apartment, when me and Zara both were given dresses.

My dress was a navy blue colored backless, up to ankles.

It was tight at the waist and then it flowed in waves. Indeed it was beautiful but I didn't want to wear it. In fact, I didn't want to go to the party.

Zara's dress was pale green. It was a knee-length dress. It was loose at the chest area and tight at the waist.

We went to our apartment and after taking quick baths. We did our make up.

Zara put on a glittery eyeshadow, with pink lip gloss and little blush on. I made a side braid of her hair.

I did black smoky eye make up, with red lipstick and wore black studs in my ears. Zara made a bun of my hair.

We slipped on our dresses and wore stilettos matching with our dresses.

A black SUV was parked outside the building. I and Zara sat in the back seats and we drove off.

It was a business party held at a banquet hall. At the entrance, we met Mr. Wali and Miss. Layana. We both accompanied them. There were paparazzi all around. They were taking pictures, asking questions and were trying to get answers but we quietly passed by them. I was hating all this.

Once inside, Zara and Mr. Wali made their way towards a couple of businessmen.

Mr. Wali was wearing a checked grey color pent coat, with a white button-up shirt and a black tie.



His hair was designed in a nice way. He was exuding a powerful aura.

"Come with me," Miss. Layana stated.

I accompanied her towards a group of ladies.

She was wearing a red-colored knee-length dress that clung to her body like a second skin.

After hearing their boring gossips for a while, I made my way towards the bar.

A cute boy of my age came to me and asked what I wanted. I was given a fruit juice on my request and began sipping it, looking around at the people.

The party was in full swing now. Some couples were dancing, other people were chatting. And some, like me, were simply looking around. After some time, I heard a voice near me.

"Can I have a dance with the most beautiful girl here?"

I turned around and saw a beautiful pair of blue eyes looking at me.

"Uh-hmm--. That's the most typical line, "I stated.

"I know, " he said chuckling.

"I, actually, don't know how to dance, "I said feeling disturbed.

"No problem at all, I'm a good teacher." He smiled at me reassuringly.

I didn't want to dance but I thought it would be rude to refuse him. So I put my hand in his extended hand and he guided me towards the dance floor.

He placed his one hand on the small of my back and with his other, held my one hand. I put my free hand on his shoulder and we began dancing.

He was a nice-looking man; but I was getting a bad vibe, I didn't know why.

I felt someone gazing at me but when I looked sideways I found no one.

"Name is Mason Callum."

"Arya Khan."

"Beautiful name for a beautiful girl," he said leaning towards my ear.

"Thanks."

I felt warmth spreading on my face.

"Don't mention it."

Silence spread around us.

"You are with ---?" He broke the silence.

"I'm with Miss. Layana, Mr. Callum," I replied, "as her personal assistant."

"Mason, call me Mason."

"OK, Mason, "I replied hesitantly.

He smiled but said nothing.

He wasn't that bad.

"Did it hurt?" He asked, coming nearer me.

"What?" I couldn't understand what he was pointing about.

"Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?"

I blushed at his compliment. But before I could add anything of mine, I was yanked away from him.

"No, I caught her. But if you will stare at her again or even look her way, then you will be hurt. I may add very badly," spoke Mr. Arrogant.

I couldn't comprehend why Mr. Wali came all of a sudden, and said that.

"Let's go, Miss. Arya."

I looked at Mason apologetically and he was looking surprised.

"I'm sorry, Mason," I told him.

He shook his head and said smiling, "no, it's fine, laters, maybe."

"On a first-name basis, are we?"  Mr. Wali interrupted whatever I was about to say and pulled me towards him.

He began walking towards the exit.

"What are you doing, Mr. Wali?"

He didn't reply, simply tightened his hold on my hand and dragged me with him.

All the people present there were looking at us incredulously and the cameras were flashing.