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— 𖤐 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐇𝐀'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕 :
𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐯𝐨𝐳'𝐦𝐢. [ dammit ]
You messed up big time Mirha.
How could a genius and perfectionist like me make such a huge mistake?
Where on earth did I drop my passport?
Think Mirha, Think.
I clearly remember tucking my passport safely into my backpack.
Then where could it.....
Oh no, the pepper spray and that stupid guard.
The flashback of me grabbing the pepper spray from my bag hits me like a jolt, and the scene of me clumsily dropping the passport while taking out the pepper spray flashes in my head.
Shit.
I shut my eyes tightly, cursing myself.
Antarctica was so fucking right when he said I'm clumsy and careless.
Not that I would ever admit it out aloud especially in front of him.
I open my eyes slowly, glancing over to see he's still waiting for me to say something, giving me that intense glaring look.
It's crystal clear from his expression that he's fully aware of my mess-up.
If he's expecting me to confess, 'Yes, Mr. Malik, you were right, I'm a complete idiot who lost my passport.' well, he's in for a surprise because there's no way in the world I'm admitting that.
Not that I have a massive ego, but I can already picture him getting all worked up, throwing taunts my way, and launching into a full-blown lecture on my carelessness.
I need some time for my genius brain to come up with a plan.
Despite his 'Antarctica' nature, Mr. Malik has genuinely helped me a lot and I shouldn't push my luck any further.
I have already troubled him enough.
So, with a huge grin plastered on my face, I chirp, "Thanks for the ride, Mr. Malik, You must be running late for the office, so I'll get going now. It was nice knowing you."
I swiftly grab the strap of my backpack, sling it over my shoulder, and hop out of the car without even a glance at his mesmerizing marble grey eyes or his ridiculously handsome features.
There's this odd sensation in my chest, as if I should turn back and spill everything to him, but I shake it off and keep moving forward.
I glance back once to find his car already gone, and my chest tightens even more.
The realization that I may never cross paths with Mr. Malik again makes me a little sad.
What the hell is wrong with me? Why do I feel this way?
