Red petal || KTH

*PART 9*

SANA's pov

As Sana entered the washroom, she couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the recent events. Standing in front of the mirror, she took a moment to gather her thoughts and whispered a prayer to herself. "Oh Allah, you understand my pain and my trust in your plan. Please grant me the strength to face this situation and keep that man away from me."

After composing herself and wiping away her tears, Sana put on a brave face and exited the
washroom, feeling a slight sense of relief.

After leaving the washroom, Sana's phone rang again, and she saw it was Ameekha calling. Answering the call, she heard Ameekha's voice on the other end. "Hello, Sana," Ameekha greeted.

Sana replied with a simple "Hello," but Ameekha could sense something was wrong. Concerned, she asked, "Sana, are you okay? Are you hurt?"

Surprised by Ameekha's perceptiveness, Sana tried to downplay the situation. "It's not a big deal, girl... Have you..." Before she could finish, Ameekha interrupted her, expressing her worry. "Not a big deal? For me, it's a big deal. I can't stand seeing my little shine cry. It hurts me a lot," Ameekha confessed.

Sana felt a wave of relief wash over her at Ameekha's words, realizing her friend understood her without even seeing her. With a grateful smile, she said, "And now I know you can sense my change in mood. So, let me officially declare to my bestie that your bestie is officially okay, thanks to the great medicine of love from her friend, Ameekha."

Ameekha chuckled at Sana's declaration and added, "It's a good thing you lifted up your mood, or else I would break the neck of the person who made you cry."

Sana couldn't help but laugh at Ameekha's protective instinct. "Thank you, Ameekha. You're the best," she said before ending the call, noting that Salman was calling her on the other line.

She answered Salman's call, greeting him with a cheerful "Hello, big bro! What's the matter?" Salman couldn't help but chuckle at her endearing way of addressing him. "Looks like my princess is in a good mood," he remarked.

Sana smiled brightly and replied, "Yes, I am. Your lady lit up my mood. Wallahi, she's like a kind of medicine, a love medicine." Salman, with a slight blush on his cheeks, inquired about the person she was referring to. "About whom are you saying?" he asked.

Sana, teasingly, responded, "Oh, so my brother has so many ladies?" Salman played along, saying, "Yes, I do." Sana, taken aback, exclaimed, "What, Asthagfirullah, Salman! Don't you have any shame?"

Salman defended himself, saying, "Why should I have shame in saying that I have more ladies, including my sister, mom, aunt? Huh?" Sana realized he was trying to provoke her into mentioning Ameekha's name, so she played along, pretending not to understand. "Oh, so you're saying you don't know to whom I am referring? Hmm, it looks like you don't have any extreme connection with her. If a soul loves another soul, it should understand everything with just a hint. So, it makes sense that you don't have any more love for her," she teased back.

Salman chuckled, realizing Sana was onto his game. "You know I was kidding, right? Let's end it here," he said, his tone turning serious. "Can you come into my office? I want to discuss something urgent."

Sana agreed with a simple "Yes" before ending the call and making her way to Salman's office.

After Sana entered Salman's office, he gestured for her to take a seat and began, "Princess, do you remember the project I mentioned when you joined the company?" Sana nodded in affirmation. "And do you recall the file I mentioned that has been lost?" Again, Sana nodded, her concern growing evident. Salman continued, his tone heavy with worry, "They were both the same file."