His Soul

Chapter 3

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He took a few long, slow draws of the cigarette and slowly blew the smoke out his mouth and nose. In the mesmerizing black the smoke twirls silver-blue. The room is completely silent and is filled with the smell of cigarettes. Only the sound of his walking can be heard.

 One hand in the pocket of his pants and the other one is holding a cigarette. In deep thought, he is walking from one corner of the room to the other. Many things are beyond his knowledge now.

 Many things are beyond his knowledge now.

Suddenly the sound of a phone interrupts his thoughts. Breaks the silence of the room.

"YES"

"We got something, sir," says his most trustworthy man. His right-hand person, Amor.

"Start," he says in his authoritative voice.

When Amor finished speaking. Raw anger shot through him. Rage flowed through him like lava. He clenched his jaw and smoldered with resentment.

Hamza's POV

"I will deal with it later. Let me see my father first."I said in a calm yet firm voice.

I knew it. Something was wrong. Dad wasn't behaving himself. He was hiding something from me, from us.

When I asked dad he refused to tell me something. I didn't force him much and found it out myself. Turned out my assumption is right.

Always that FUCKTARD.

I went downstairs. As I was walking towards the door, my mother called me from behind.

" Where are you going, beta?" she asked.

"I'm going to the hospital to meet dad." I turned to leave again.

"But we just came from there," she said. I turned to face her.

"It's urgent mom." she looked at me uncertainly. I sighed and went to her. I wrapped my arms around her. She barely reaches my chest.

"I will be back soon. Don't worry too much, Ma. You take rest." I kiss her head softly.

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I got in my rolls Royce and roared the car to life. The weather is a little cold tonight. I lit another cigarette and inhale a long puff. I am addicted to it. It gives me pleasure that no one can give me.

Suddenly a pair of black eyes came to my mind. How her deep, dark mysterious eyes eyed me shamelessly. Looked at me like the curious kitten she was.

I know who she is. She is the doctor that treated dad. I was surprised to know that at first. She looks so younger to be a doctor.

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After a while, I reached the hospital. I took the elevator to the 6th floor and went to my father's room. I was surprised to see her when I entered the room. Here she is talking with my father-friendly.

DR.Abedin

When she noticed me she widened her big doe-like eyes in surprise.

" Excuse me. Who are you? Why did you enter the room without knocking? Who permitted you to enter here?" she bombarded at once. I ignored her.

"I need to talk to my Dad," I emphasized the word, dad. I smirked looking at her.

She looked like she is shocked to learn the new information about me. But she quickly came out of her shocked face and folded her hand on her chest.

"It's past his visiting hour, sir. The patient needs to rest now." Oh, a stubborn kitten. Interesting.

"It's ok, Habiba. It won't take long," dad said before I could say anything. Oh so now they are on a first name basis.

"But..." dad interrupts her again.

"I promise. I won't waste much time and I'll sleep after that," it's strange to see my dad talking softly to a stranger.

"Ok, don't break your promise, or else....." she narrowed her eyes at dad. Dad laughed out loud.

"I will not dare to break my promise now."

She smiled at dad."Allah Hafiz. Have a good night."Saying that she left without glancing at me.

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Habiba's POV

I finally breathed a sigh of relief. What is happening to me. Why do I feel like this when I see him.

Everything was fine before he arrived. But the moment I saw him, my heart was pounding with each of my breath, like a hummingbird's wings. I had trouble breathing.

Is it because of his good looks.No no it can't be? Cause handsomeness or beauty was never a big fact to me. Or is it because of his dominating presence?

I frown at my own thoughts. Something is terribly wrong with me. I need to get him out of my head. Get a grip of yourself Habiba.

Hamza's POV

"What did you want to say at this hour that could not have said tomorrow?" dad asked me.

"Why did you meet the JALALS dad?"His face turned pale. All the colors were gone from his face.

He looked down..........

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