𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚RANIA'S POV :

" I can walk " i husked out to hamdan who was carrying me in his arms taking me towards my apartment.

As we reached my floor we existed the elevator and he walked towards my apartment with me in his arms I don't know but I just waited for him to put me down already but he didn't.

He typed my code and entered inside the apartment whilst carrying me, he walked in as if it's his house and how the fuck does he know my code? horror seeped in through me as blood gushed internally all over my nerves.

" put me down Hamdan!" I yelled while hitting his biceps as he started walking towards my room, he barged inside my bedroom and laid me on the bed so delicately and gently as if a harsh touch and he will break me.

As I lay on my bed, Hamdan stood beside me, his gaze fixed on his wristwatch.

Exhausted and unable to muster the energy to engage with him, I closed my eyes and let out a frustrated sigh.

When I reopened my eyes, I was startled to see Hamdan leaning over me, causing my eyes to widen like dinner plates and my heart to race in my chest.

Reacting instinctively, I swiftly grabbed a blade from my skirt pocket and aimed it at his cheekbone before our eyes could even meet.

A faint light slit on his face and blood trickled from his upper cheek. In a reflexive action, I had harmed him with the blade.

Hamdan froze, his darkened eyes locking onto mine, widening with disbelief and malice.

My heart pounded so fiercely that it felt like it might leap out of my chest. I watched as Hamdan swiftly moved his hand towards his face, blood staining his palm, his gaze darkening, intensifying my fear.

Expecting him to retaliate or shout, I was taken aback when Hamdan, with a clenched jaw that seemed on the verge of breaking, grabbed the pillows from my left side while still hovering over me.

His blood staining my pillows.

He positioned them behind my back, providing me with more stability to lie down.

Realization hit me hard when I saw he wasn't out to harm me but was merely trying to help.

A wave of guilt flooded over me as our eyes met again, and he silently withdrew from the bed, exiting the room without a word.

Frustration gnawed at me as I rose from the bed, each passing moment intensifying my inner turmoil.

Running my fingers through my hair, I hissed in exasperation, feeling overwhelmed by the mounting annoyances.

Though tears threatened to spill, I quickly brushed them away.

Hamdan reappeared in my room, this time carrying items in his hands – the medications prescribed by the doctor and a glass of water.

"Why the heck are you sitting? You should fucking lay down and rest," he rushed over to me, placing the meds and water on the side table and helping me back onto the bed.

He handed me the pills and water, telling me to gulp them down, and I did as he instructed.

"I've tossed out all your ramen packs, and don't you dare eat anything that harms you," he said firmly, giving me a stern look while giving out orders.

And i found myself obeying him, nodding along like a puppet on strings.

What's up with me?

Why am I nodding and following his commands? Who does he think he is to boss me around like this?!

" I'll make a soup for you, don't move from here and keep laying and resting" his voice cold and firm.

As he informed while ordering me again and I nodded as he walked out of the room, I turned towards another side and let my tears flow down, the tears held pain, frustration and anger.

It's just so annoying, my life.

Why does he have to put salt to my wound by invading into my life. All the other pain aside and then there's he.

He makes me feel the worst, he makes me want kill him for not allowing me to die,

he makes me want to strangle him for always saving me from the harm,

he makes me want to stab him for always leaving me confused.

I hate this motherfucker, because he makes me want the pain his presence give, a bitter sweet pain.

He strolled in with a tray, plonking it on the side table, then ordered me to scoot over, and surprisingly, I did.

He plopped down, grabbed the tray, stirred the soup, and took a spoonful, blowing on it intensely.

I was baffled, I mean, my stomach was the one growling, not his. I gawked at him as he focused on the soup, his face showing the gash, still fresh but not bleeding.

He looked worn out, cold, his hair a mess, eyes fixed on the soup. Moving the spoon towards me, he said, "Here, drink up." I was wide-eyed, staring at him.

"Why are you feeding me? Last time I checked, I can handle eating just fine, thankfully," I retorted mockingly.

He brought the spoon close to my mouth, giving me a challenging look to eat it, but I shook my head.

" if you don't eat it I'll stuff it inside your little mouth along with my cock and I swear you won't be liking while I make you choke on both" he warned in the worse way possible.

His way of talking is just — ewwww.

"Is it good?" he asked with a cold demeanor.

He's such a weirdo sometimes, always sporting a creepy smirk or an annoying playful smile, but now he was being both distant and caring, which didn't sit well with me.

"Not at all," I fibbed.

So, he scooped up some soup with the same spoon and slurped it down, his eyes locked on mine as he hummed. Heat rushed to my cheeks, and I nervously rubbed my neck.

"I can make another if you don't like this one," he offered, starting to rise, but I halted him.

"No! It's not that terrible, you know! I can handle it just fine," I insisted, taking the bowl from him to continue sipping the soup.

However, he snatched it back, causing my eyes to widen. "Even if it's not that bad, I'll make a better one for you! You don't have to force yourself," he said sarcastically, prompting me to grab the bowl back from him.

"It's actually quite good, so let me enjoy this one, only" I said, not wanting him to cook again and overstay his welcome, plus the soup was genuinely tasty and fine to me.

I stared slurping the soup now as I noticed a slight smirk on his face. "What's that eww expression for ?" I questioned with a scowl.

"You know, Hamdan Waseem makes the best food, and the fact that someone wasn't planning to acknowledge that, but I can make things happen. See, I got you to spill the truth, no lies, because lying is bad, right, Hayati ?"

He chuckled like the maniac that he is, leaving my jaw hanging. He is a fucking asshole.

I've lost my appetite now, but I still drank it all because I'm too drained to have another argument with the bastard.

So, I handed him the bowl.

"I didn't really ask, but I'm grateful for the help, even though you're the bastard who didn't leave me to die, which I absolutely wanted.

But anyway, maybe you just want to torture me, which must be more painful than death.

So, back to the topic, thank you! But I don't really mean it since it's not what I wanted you to do - saving me, bringing me home, and giving me medicine and food." I genuinely spoke as he handed me the tissues.

He stared at me silently as if taken aback from my words as I decided to speak again.

" you are not that bad of a human since I've known for from a long time, not closely but yeah.

I just want to say that you are all nice except for the fact about you liking me which doesn't sit well with me, so as a friend I suggest you to find someone better.

And I swear I'm just being genuine and kind" I could see his jaw clenching as if I said the worse thing he's ever heard.

His eyes darkened, and his jaw clenched as he placed the bowl on the tray on the side table and pulled me towards him, sitting in front of me on the bed.

"Listen to me carefully!" He ordered while tightly gripping my arm and pulling my face towards his.

"We are not fucking friends. I like you, and that's something that will never change.

And about finding someone better, even if you're the worst person on earth, I would still stick with you because my heart knows where it belongs, and it belongs to you, Rania Syed.

So keep your genuineness and kindness to your fucking self," he gritted out while peering into my soul, his grip hurting my arm.

My eyes were tearing, but I refused to let the tears fall. I could feel his scent invading my nose, my mind racing at his masculine rainy scent.

Our noses were just mere inches apart, my heart thumping harder under his burning hot breath fanning my neck, and the intensity in his eyes, it's unwavering.

I dug my nails into his hand, which was holding my palm, and jerked his hand away, his tight grip reddening my arm.

"I wish I had never met you," I gritted out through tears streaming down my face.

"And I wish to meet you in every lifetime, only for you to repeat the same words all over again. So that at least I would get to hear your voice, even if it means with a heart full of pain,"

he replied, wiping off my tears with his thumb pad, which I jerked away.

" And I even know that at least in one lifetime you'll be mine and that is, this one, only."

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