Zimal ran back to her home.
Zimal: “Uhhh…
maybe this man is crazy.”
Outside, Sahriar Sikander stood smiling.
After a while, he returned to his office.
Ibrahim was already there waiting for him.
Ibrahim: “Sir, you have to sign here.”
Sahriar: “Okaaay.”
Ibrahim: “Did anything happen?”
Sahriar: “Yes.”
Ibrahim: “You told her?”
Sahriar: “How did you know?”
Ibrahim: “From your smiling face.
So, did she accept?”
Sahriar: “What?”
Ibrahim: “What did Miss Zimal reply?”
Sahriar: “She got shy.”
Ibrahim: “I don’t understand.”
Sahriar: “When I confessed, she ran back home in a rush.”
Ibrahim: “Congratulations.”
Sahriar: “Thanks.”
Ibrahim: “Congratulations, you got rejected.”
Sahriar: “What?!”
Ibrahim: “She ran away because she didn’t want to answer.
That means you were rejected.”
Sahriar: “Shut up.
It’s not like that.”
Ibrahim: “Yes, sir.”
Sahriar’s smile slowly disappeared.
Sahriar: “What if I’m really rejected?”
Ibrahim: “Well, it’s your first time proposing someone.”
Sahriar glared at him.
Ibrahim: “Okay, now what are you supposed to do?”
Sahriar: “What do you mean?”
Ibrahim: “Give up.”
Sahriar: “In your dreams.
I proposed to her, and one day she’ll answer me with a yes.”
Ibrahim: “Where is your self-respect?”
Sahriar: “I don’t have any when it comes to love.”
Ibrahim: “Wow.
You’re actually in love.”
Sahriar smiled again.
Ibrahim: “Enough.
Stop smiling.”
Sahriar: “Why?”
Ibrahim: “Who smiles after being rejected?”
Sahriar: “I knew she might reject me, but now at least I have a relationship with her.”
Ibrahim: “What relationship?”
Sahriar: “A crush.
A one-sided love.
And now she knows how I feel.”
Ibrahim: “Sir, I don’t know what will happen when Miss Zimal actually loves you.”
Sahriar: “Then I’d burn the whole world for her.”
Ibrahim: “Uffff…”
Meanwhile, Zimal sat in her office, lost in thought.
Elaf: “Manager Zimal, now you’re sitting quietly in your office.
That’s good.”
Zimal: “Stop it.”
Yahiya: “What’s bad about that?”
Zimal: “Hmm…”
Elaf: “Are you okay?”
Zimal: “If someone proposed to you, what would you reply?”
Elaf: “Oh?
Miss…”
Yahiya: “Tell me about him first.
What’s his personality like?”
Zimal: “No, no.
No one proposed to me.
My friend Afifa was proposed to.”
Yahiya smiled.
Yahiya: “Ohhh…
your friend.”
Zimal: “The boy who proposed to her is very dangerous.”
Elaf: “Is he a killer?”
Zimal: “No.”
Yahiya: “Does he beat people?”
Zimal: “No.”
Elaf: “Does he yell at others?”
Zimal: “A little.”
Yahiya: “Then how is he dangerous?”
Elaf: “Tell us about his personality.”
Zimal: “He’s actually a good person.
He helps everyone.
He gets angry sometimes, but not that much.
He just acts crazy.”
Elaf: “So that’s what your friend thinks about him?”
Zimal: “Yes.”
Yahiya: “Then your friend must like him too.”
Zimal: “No.
She doesn’t.”
Elaf: “No, she does.”
Zimal: “Okay, go away.
I have work.”
As they left, Yahiya laughed.
Yahiya: “Trust me.
She likes him too.”
After they left, Zimal thought to herself.
”How can I believe that he likes me?
Maybe it’s just a joke.
Why would a billionaire like me?
I’m the stupid one for thinking about it.”
Then she forced herself to focus on work.
When work was finally over, Zimal left her office and started driving home.
Suddenly, her phone rang.
Zaroon.
Zimal: “Hello?”
Zaroon: “Zimal, I have some important work to finish, so let’s meet tomorrow instead.”
Zimal: “Okay.
By the way, I’m on my way home.”
Zaroon: “Alright.
Sweet dreams in advance.”
Zimal: “Thank you.”
The call ended.
A few minutes later, Zimal reached her house. You are reading on novelping.com, the official source.
As she stepped out of her car, she noticed a beautiful bouquet of flowers placed near the gate.
Confused, she walked over and picked it up.
There was a small letter attached to it.
She opened the letter and began reading.
”So, this is my first time sending flowers to someone.
Please accept them.”
— Your Sahriar Sikander
Zimal stared at the note.
Zimal: “Uff…
how cringe can he be?”
”Hello!”
A voice suddenly called out from below.
Zimal looked down and froze.
Standing outside her house was Sahriar Sikander.
He was leaning against his car, smiling shamelessly while waving at her.
Zimal immediately turned around and walked toward her room.
A few seconds later, her phone rang again.
The caller ID showed:
Sahriar Sikander
She sighed before answering.
Zimal: “What are you doing outside my house?”
Sahriar: “I wanted to see you.”
Zimal: “You saw me.
Now go home.”
Sahriar: “Not yet.”
Zimal: “Why?”
Sahriar: “Because seeing you for three seconds isn’t enough.”
Zimal: “You’re impossible.”
Sahriar: “And you’re beautiful.”
Zimal’s cheeks instantly turned red.
Zimal: “Goodbye.”
She cut the call immediately.
Outside, Sahriar laughed softly while staring at the disconnected screen.
Sahriar: “Cute.”
The next day, Sunday.
Zimal and Afifa were sitting in a restaurant.
Afifa: “So, now I know what happened.”
Zimal: “What do you mean?”
Afifa: “I mean, I always knew Sahriar Sikander liked you.
You’re the only one who didn’t notice.”
Zimal: “Really?
How could you know that?”
Afifa: “The way he looks at you.”
Zimal: “But how can I believe he actually likes me?”
Afifa: “When someone loves you, don’t listen to their words.
Watch their actions.”
Zimal fell silent.
Memories began flashing through her mind.
Every time she was in trouble…
Every time she needed help…
The first person beside her was always Sahriar Sikander.
Afifa smiled knowingly.
Afifa: “See?
You’re remembering.”
Zimal: “I still don’t know.”
A deep voice suddenly interrupted them.
Sahriar: “Then tell me what I should do to make you believe me.”
Zimal’s eyes widened.
Zimal: “What?!”
Sahriar pulled out a chair and sat beside them.
Afifa: “Sir, suddenly appearing like this is scary.”
Sahriar: “I don’t care.
I love her.”
Zimal: “Why do you keep saying that again and again?”
Sahriar: “Because I’ll keep saying it until one day you answer me with, ‘I love you too.'”
Zimal immediately grabbed her purse and stood up.
Zimal: “I’m leaving.”
She quickly walked away.
Without hesitation, Sahriar stood and followed her.
Afifa: “Now what about me?”
A familiar voice spoke from behind.
Ibrahim: “May I drop you home?”
Afifa smiled.
Afifa: “Sure.”
As they left together, Ibrahim looked toward Sahriar and Zimal.
Ibrahim: “Your boss is completely gone.”
Afifa: “Gone where?”
Ibrahim: “In love.”
Both of them laughed while watching Sahriar chase after a very embarrassed Zimal.
Outside the restaurant, Zimal walked quickly toward the parking area.
Zimal: “Stop following me!”
Sahriar: “I am not following you.”
Zimal: “Then why are you behind me?”
Sahriar: “Because you’re in front of me.”
Zimal stopped and turned around.
Zimal: “Sahriar Sikander!”
Sahriar: “Yes?”
Zimal: “You are impossible.”
Sahriar: “And yet you keep talking to me.”
Zimal opened her car door.
Sahriar: “Wait.”
She paused.
For the first time, his expression became serious.
Sahriar: “Am I making you uncomfortable?”
Zimal was surprised by the question.
Zimal: “What?”
Sahriar: “If I am, I’ll stop.”
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
Zimal ” yes you may go”
Zimal returned home while Sahriar Sikander walked behind her.
Zimal: Ufff, Allah!
Just then, Afifa arrived.
Afifa: So, miss, do you remember which person you went to the restaurant with?
Zimal: I’m sorry, but how did you come back?
Afifa: With Ibrahim.
Zimal: Hmm.
Afifa: Sir Sahriar Sikander is crazy about you.
Zimal: Please don’t talk about him in front of me.
Afifa: Whyyy?
Zimal: What should I do?
Afifa: So you still don’t believe that he actually loves you?
Zimal: How can I believe that?
Afifa: Yes, you can’t.
You’re not his type.
Zimal: Shut up.
Afifa: Okay, let’s go shopping.
Zimal: For what? New chapters come out on g.com first.
Afifa: For the party.
Zimal: What?
Afifa: For shopping, of course!
Zimal: Okay.
Both of them got ready and went to the mall.
As soon as they entered, Zimal’s eyes landed on a beautiful dress.
Zimal: Wah!
Look at that dress.
Afifa: Okay, shall we buy it?
Zimal: I don’t have any money.
Afifa: Good.
I don’t have any either.
Zimal: Then why did you bring me here?
Afifa: For window shopping.
Zimal: Shut up.
Afifa: I only have money for ice cream.
Zimal: Okay, then go.
Afifa: Okay.
Zimal: Afifa!
Afifa: Hmm?
Zimal: Afifa…
Afifa: What?
Zimal: Afifa…
Afifa: No, I don’t want to.
Zimal: Please.
Afifa: No.
Zimal: Okay…
friendship over.
Afifa: Fine, tell me what you want.
Zimal: That dress.
Afifa: How did you know I have money?
Zimal: Because three days ago you transferred your money to my account.
Afifa: And where is your money now?
Zimal: I sent it to my mom.
Afifa: Again?
Zimal: Okay, leave it.
Afifa: Fine.
Go and get the dress.
Zimal: Thanks, my darling.
Afifa smiled.
They bought the dress and returned home.
Afifa: Ice cream!
Zimal: Ufff, let it be.
Afifa: No, no!
Zimal: We’re home now.
Afifa opened the freezer and found lots of food along with several tubs of ice cream.
Excited, she ran toward Zimal and hugged her tightly.
Afifa: Thanks, my baby!
Zimal: That day you couldn’t find any ice cream.
Afifa: But you got injured because of me.
Zimal: No, that wasn’t because of you.
Afifa: Then let’s get married.
Zimal immediately pulled her back.
Zimal: Shut up!
Afifa: Thank you!
Laughing, Afifa ran back to her ice cream.
Zimal: Uff, this girl…
Afifa happily continued eating her ice cream.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang.
Zimal: Go and see who’s at the door.
Afifa: Look at me first.
Zimal: I know.
You’re not eating the ice cream.
The ice cream is eating your face and clothes.
Afifa: No, I won’t go.
Zimal: Go.
Afifa: Arrogant.
Muttering under her breath, Afifa walked to the door and opened it.
Her face was covered with ice cream.
Her hands and clothes were a mess as well.
Standing at the door was Ibrahim, holding a shopping bag.
Afifa froze in place.
Ibrahim looked at her and laughed quietly.
Afifa: What?
From inside, Zimal called out.
Zimal: Who is it?
Ibrahim: Miss Zimal, it’s me.
Zimal walked toward the door.
Zimal: Ibrahim?
Yes?
Ibrahim: Sir Sahriar Sikander asked me to give this to you.
I’m in a hurry, so I have to leave.
Before Zimal could ask anything, Ibrahim placed the bag in her hands.
Zimal: Ibrahim!
But he had already turned around and left.
Afifa slowly looked at Zimal with a mischievous smile.
Afifa: Ooooooh…
Zimal: What happened?
Afifa: My aura and my moment were ruined because of you.
Zimal: What nonsense are you talking about?
Afifa pointed at the shopping bag.
Afifa: Someone is sending gifts.
Zimal rolled her eyes and walked inside.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, Ibrahim entered Sahriar Sikander’s office with a smile on his face.
Sahriar Sikander: Did you deliver it?
Ibrahim: Yes, sir.
Sahriar Sikander: Then why are you smiling?
Ibrahim: Because just as I expected, Afifa opened the door.
Sahriar Sikander: And?
Ibrahim: Her face was covered in ice cream.
Her clothes too.
She looked completely shocked when she saw me.
For a moment, even Sahriar’s lips curved into a faint smile.
Sahriar Sikander: Done?
Ibrahim: Yes, sir.
I handed the bag to Miss Zimal and left immediately.
Sahriar Sikander: Good.
Ibrahim: But what’s inside the bag?
Sahriar looked up from the file in his hands.
Sahriar Sikander: That’s none of your business.
Ibrahim: Understood, sir.
However, as Ibrahim left the office, curiosity still burned inside him.
What exactly had Sahriar Sikander sent to Zimal?