I got home to find that Nanny Esther had already called a doctor. Azrahs hand has been bandaged and the poor kid's eyes are all swollen from crying.
"Oh my poor baby." I rushed to her tiny bed and sat beside her. Azrah tried to complain to me about what happened in her own language.
After petting her and putting her to sleep, the doctor decided to leave but not before telling me how to take care of her properly. I will have to stay with her at home for a few days and take care of her at home.
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Author's POV
Meanwhile, Mr sagir went to the meeting not bothered by the fact that he was late. Rather, his mind had been on the lady he collided with by the door. Many things were going on in his mind. Was he hallucinating?
He paused right outside the conference room door to get himself together. Perhaps it was just a resemblance. Rubbing his perfect face with both of his hands, he sighed. "I'm going crazy." He thought and proceeded for the meeting.
"Good afternoon everyone" Mr sagir broke the silence, earning everybody's attention. Mr Elliott stood up and shook hands with Mr sagir as they exchanged greetings and the two brothers nodded at each other as if they were strangers. Their resemblance was evident that they were brothers. Only that Mr sagir was a little taller and bulkier than Mr Afaan. He was the type that spends quality time working out everyday.
Finally, the meeting was over and a decision was made. The two companies have decided to to merge their business and take it to the next level. The London teams have set a date to make room in the office for their new partnering company (Dubai team) although the sagirs had their own branch in London, they thought that working together as one would be better.
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Farida's POV
I watched as azrah slept peacefully on her tiny bed and wiped her jet black hair out of her face. The poor kid went through a pain she's never felt before.
For the first time since I regained consciousness, I wondered how it would have been if the accident never happened. So many questions i wanted to get answers to. Does azrah look like her father, could she have gotten her hair from him. Her almond shaped eyes and white tipped finger nails.
I felt sadness inside of me. My heart was suddenly aching and I wanted to cry but I didn't know what to cry for. Should I cry for his demise, the fact that i don't have any memories of him, or the fact that my children are fatherless or knowing that I'm now a widow even when I don't remember that I was married. Tears fell from my eyes and I sucked in a deep breath. I feared what will happen to me when I start to remember everything we shared. The need to remember him keeps growing although I knew deep down that it would do nothing but put me in a dilemma. Suddenly, my heart was filled with so much love for this man and it scared me. I needed to see him. I missed him. The man I don't remember. I wanted to live that life behind but the kids are an everyday reminder that I used to be married.
Why aren't there any pictures of our wedding? What are my parents trying to hide? I didn't realize that I was crying hard until I felt wetness on my shirt collar. I wiped my tears with my shirt before anyone would see me.
Suddenly, I was determined to find a picture of him. I stood up as quietly as I could from the bed so that I won't wake azrah. And went to my parents room to look for my wedding album but the door was closed. I twisted the round door nob several times but it won't open. Why would they even lock the door? I hate to be sneaky, I thought that I should probably give up. Looking at his pictures and crying won't do me any good.
Throwing my weight on my bed, I slept off, wondering how life could be so unfair.
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Unknown POV
The past wanted to dig up itself and break me apart just like it did five years ago. It was the worst moments of my life and I don't want to relive it. I buried myself in work and do some paper work to shake off the thoughts but her blue eyes just keeps popping up on the papers.
How could someone be so addictive. I know, they'll come into your life and get you addicted to them, then they'll call everything off and live you depressed and in darkness.
I pulled out a gold locket from the table drawer opened it. I couldn't open the locket for three years, I was afraid to look into your eyes.
"Its been five years and I'm still unable to get you out of my head, those ocean blue eyes that used to adore me. Its gone. You did it on purpose, just to torture me. I see you everywhere." I said between sobs.
I smashed the locket on the floor and the glass broke into pieces just like my heart had broken. I bent down and picked the locket and ripped the picture out of it. There isn't any use in keeping it. It only brings back bad memories which are slowly killing me.
I returned to my table and buried my self in work. I had to get over it, just like a did before. And I never want to see the lady I bumped into earlier again. I will have her thrown out.
Sudais will never let anyone ruin him. Not now, not ever. I will get over this.
The door swung open and revealed my younger brother.
"I thought I should come and congratulate you on your businessman award brother" he said.
" you never knock, do you Afaan"
He ignored my comment and looked at the broken glass on the floor. My brother being such a sensitive person noticed that there were tiny glasses on the floor.
"Someone could get hurt if they step on them" he went out of the study room and came back a few minutes later with a broom and Parker. I rolled my eyes at his behavior.
"I can do it myself you know" I said to him.
"I know brother, you think you can do everything by yourself" he replied after parking all the broken glasses.
I knew he came here for a reason.
"Why'd you come here Afaan" I asked.
"Well..."
In all the years I have been with Afaan, I had never seen him speechless. Well, mostly because he doesn't speak much.
I waited for him to finish debating. A few minutes later, he decided to speak up.
"The party, where is it being held again?" He almost yelled. Which is very unlike him.
"Its being held here Afaan. Are you sure that's what you wanted to say?" I said.
"Yes...yes of course." He said as he nodded several times.
"Okay then. There's food in the kitchen, bring two plates"
With that, he walked out to fetch the food. He knew it was his favorite.
And I knew he wanted to say more than he did but time will tell.
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