Chapter 1
unreciprocated love
war of love*
she looked at his outside wooden cabin door, golden
plates name printed above her height
level...
matching his stander with her, she tightens her show fold near her chest, and with trembling hand she makes two knocks. tok! tok!
ARSALAN ORAIBI Internist( internal medicine)
she feared whole looking at his nameplates, and why not the first time she want to meet him personally
coming! the sound was so hard, she flinched on her stand little calm down noor he will not eat you
with the help of her four-finger pad, she tugged all loose hair behind her small ear which want to cover her half-face..such a naive grip it fell where it was been before
age of 31, tall like a tower, shoulder wide, sharp nose pointed jawline, short stubble covering his jaw fully, or intentionally from last week ..... is he intentional? hmm?
she open the heavy door making a little gap she peeped at him, he was busy studying some paper, and the single piece of paper was placed on his desk
his hand placed on his desk table making fists softly
Her agonizing step was noticed by his lower gaze ..on her feet, the corner of his lips twisted to smirk...
again shifted his gaze to paper, like he wants to make a serious moment, draws two fingers in the air toward her...exactly she notices it, gestures to sit such an arrogant can't say with a mouth
Your doctors are saying that you are reluctant to operate.
he nodded...with head....she waited for his response, she knows him that he is not chatty
when he does not utter a single word her patience dropped from her head
with a trembling voice, why? if something happens to my mother so
he snapped his intense gaze at her, she lower her gaze, it was so effective
So? he asked
she lowers her eyelashes due to embarrassment in her last loud tone. a smirk appears on his face
nothing will happen to your mother if you want to .he said taking a pen between his two-finger
Mee....she pointed her finger at her chest
hmm long humming..only his reaction
how....he stops rolling pen between in two-finger
Marry me.....simple!
after long silence.....she slammed her henna-clad hand on his desk...her trembling body turned into a flaming fire.....
her big tear dropping on his desk her face was down....her eyes were closed, she was collecting courage to speak with him, her silent sobs turned into a cry
I love your brother, not you...u know it
you are just 19 years old, it was the effect of teenage infatuation..that's what I know
he tossed a pen on the desk, she flinched in fear as he slapped her
he was her mentor, for guidance, he was always her first and last hope for convincing her parents of her every restricted demand
she always looked at him with a brotherly gaze
but his silent gaze on her is personally fascinating