"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.
Electric,was a word I hadn't understood,till I feltYour touch.●♡♡♡●Arya's P.O.V.In the blink of an eye, we were outside of the hall and in the parking lot; probably heading towards his car. "Where are you taking me?"No reply.Just great. I tried to get my hand free, but Mr. Wali only tightened his hold. He opened the passenger door and almost threw me inside and went towa
I loved the way you made it so easy for meto open up to you._Dipendra Tamang♡♡♡Somehow editedArya's P.O.VThe song ended and I reluctantly moved away from him.But his grip on my hand didn't budge and I wanted it to be this way forever. "We should go. It's late, "I stated. "Okay."
There is a voice that doesn't use words. Listen._Rumi•••• ARYA'S P.O.V.'I should come clean.' I thought to myself.I mustered all the courage I could and said, "I don't think I deserve this job. That was very nice of you not to call cops on me but I should resign." Regret was lacing my voice."And why is that?" he questioned, raising his brow and wrinkling his forehead."I don't know anything about this. I just did this for fun. Don't know how many times that poor girl had cursed me. She deserved it not me."We had stopped walking by now. We stood such that sun rays were striking and glowing ourselves.Swirls of gold were again visible in his black eyes.He was looking me in the eyes and I couldn't hold his gaze long
O rose thou art sick! The invisible worm, That flies in the night, In the howling storm, Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy; And his dark secret love Does the life destroy._William Blake••••• Alim's P.O.VArya was sitting beside me and the feeling of having her near me was the only thing I felt in years. I didn't know what I felt but every time I saw her something tugged at my heart.I held her hand in mine and unlike other times she didn't try to pry it away. It was the only contact I could have and I was never going to let it go. I was lost in her when her phone made a noise. It was her mom's call. I listened to it.
You believe in love just as a child believes in Santa Claus or fairytale.What is love then if not a fairytale meant for adults?••••••Arya' P.O.V. "HOW DARE YOU?"I shouted seeing Mr. Wali lying his head on my chest.He abruptly got up saying,"what happened?"I quickly moved out of the bed and stood,tears were threatening to flow out of my eyes remembering what injustice I had to endure last night.Mr. Wali came to me and kissed the tears off. That was it. I slapped his chest over and over. He stroked my hair and made me put my head on his chest which I helplessly put."Calm down," He spoke in a soothing tone."How could you do this?"He didn't say anything but kissed my hair."Don't touch me."I moved away from him, rubbing my eyes and cheeks roughly. I
I wonder what it would be like To melt into Your sweet arms And get stuck there for eternity._Christy Ann Martine••• Arya's P.O.V.I always appreciated Tom's concern for me but not more than in that moment. On the other hand I was feeling betrayed because of Zara. She was siding with Mr. Wali,very well knowing that what he did was unacceptable.I had the plan to go to Pakistan and then taking legal steps against Mr. Wali.We reached the airport in an hour almost and I was constantly getting calls and voicemails from Mr. Wali. He threatened me of a lot of things but I really didn't care.The last night I was afraid for Zara's life but now I was not worried for any
Arya's P.O.V."Are you coming to the office?" He asked me when he was about to leave. I shook my head in negative."I'll see you at lunch," he murmured softly, pressing his lips on my forehead for several times. He had his eyes closed. A serene look was plastered on his face but his brows were still creased like always. I ran my thumbs on his thick eyebrows in an attempt to smooth them out. His eyes opened as soon as I touched him. Our gazes locked.BLACK TO HONEY!He squeezed my waist."Alım," I called him when I had buried my head in his shirt covered chest."Yes," he responded running his fingers in my hair."I want you to divorce me.''No sooner than the words had left my mouth, my elbow was twisted and my back was pressed to him."Ahhhh...," I screamed when he tugged my hair back harshly making me flinch."You do have the audacity to ask for divorce while standing in my embrace," he hi
Arya's P.O.V.Me and Logan were headed to the mall. I was sitting in the back seat, Logan in the passenger seat.Logan was the same bodyguard from the day when I had escaped Alim's penthouse.He was telling me how Alim had kicked his ass for letting me go. But afterward he was saved because Alim had reached me.I laughed listening to him while he repeated all the threats and all the cursing that Alim had done.Then I remembered the moment of embarrassment that Alim and I shared just before I left."Don't buy anything too personal- with Logan around," Alim had told me, a pink color on his ears.I would have made fun of him if he had not been the deep shade of red myself.I hurriedly had left the room after this, without answering."I want to redecorate my penthouse," I told the manager after showing him a theme.Logan and I were sitting in the ice cream parlor.He was wearing a Bluetooth ea