

Since I Met You
NewEraCulture · Completed · 111.2k Words
Introduction
Bushra Mansur, an epitome of hot headed, independent and confident selfless woman who doesn't like being controlled.
He likes being bossy.
She hates being bossed around.
They met over a misunderstanding which leads to a heated argument.
Mahir has all the love and support from his family. Same goes for Bushra. But then, each of them have one thing missing in their lives. A life partner.
It wasn't part of the plan. They so much hate each other to think of spending the rest of their lives together. However, to save themselves from marrying the wrong person, they agreed and signed a one year marriage contract.
Their bickering didn't get any better even after the marriage. Nevertheless, love swept you off your feet at the most unexpected way. Love blooms in the heart of the two partners.
Will that be the beginning of a new journey of the two lovers in Prague? When on the other hand, a huge storm awaits them with the one year contract coming to an end.
Chapter 1
Friday, 12 March, 7:30 p.m.
It was a chilly night. Everything happened so quickly, that was the only thing Mahir could remember. The moment between balance lost and impact was one thing Mahir would be wincing about for weeks to come reliving that precious second before his left arm snapped in two and tore right through his skin, glinting white in the wintry moon. The pain and excess lost of blood had brought him to the point of blanking out, that was easier on him, to pass out rather than staying awake and wincing in so much pain and dizziness.
Mahir was laid on the stretcher, and rushed to the nearest hospital and was taken to the E.R. The doctors circled him, doing the best they could to save him. But, Mahir had lost so much blood that he needed more without delay except his parents were far away from coming. Searching the blood bank, there was no match for Mahir.
Mahir was between life and death, and no sign of his blood match or a donor close by.
'We can lose Mr. Adam if we don't get his match quickly. And we don't have any donors at the moment." The doctor was frustrated. He rubbed his tired eyes with his index finger and thumb, reasoning how the Adam family would react if they lose their only heir.
'I'm willing to donate. What's his blood group? It might be the same with mine." The doctors shifted their eyes to the young lady standing inches away from them. 'We have to check if your blood matches with his and your health..."
'So? What are you waiting for? I heard you said it's an emergency." She cuts in. He briskly nodded and led the way to their lab.
After a short period of time, running tests, she was a match and she donated enough blood that'll help Mahir regain his life. And before his parents had arrived, she had already left after she was sure Mahir was going to be fine, though she had not seen him or knew who he was. She only did it to help him, cause who knows one day she might be in that kind of situation.
Mahir Adam Dan-Musa, the only child of Adam Sani Dan-Musa who owns Dan-Musa Global Trust and other business companies, not just in Abuja, but also abroad. Mahir was born and raised in London and New York before they relocated back to Abuja, Nigeria. He knew nothing but luxury, nevertheless, that never bothered him or the fact that his father was on the top 10 richest man with so many successful businesses.
Mahir always loved to keep things basic and modest, but he could never hide the fact that he was famously known as the Chief Operating Officer of one of his father's companies in Abuja and would soon be the Chief Executive Officer when his father retires which was soon approaching.
He had the kind of face that stopped you in your tracks. Not that he actually cared about his looks but he knew he was good-looking and it was difficult for him to actually find a decent lady that would love his grumpy, arrogant side not just his beautiful face and numerous digits in his account. He is bossy without even thinking about it. His second nature was being domineering.
Despite the fact that Mahir never actually made the plan to have a woman in his life, he still tried to find one, for the sake of his family that have been on his neck to get married before his father retires. He grew up with the believe that a ‘woman' was just a burden, a distraction to a man's life. Although he admired his parent's relationship. They loved each other like they were the last kind in the world, but that didn't change the fact that he still despises the word ‘love', left alone trying it.
He could feel it... the warm hand on his forehead... it was so good to feel loved even though he wasn't going to return the favour. It feels good to be cared for but then... he woke up, as if it was an emergency, as if sleeping had become a dangerous thing to do. His heart beats fast and there was a buzzing in his brain and together they were as panic with jump-leads. He scanned the room as a sharp pain hammered into his broken left arm, the strikes radiating pain in a way that shatters his brain- or at least that's what he felt.
'Mahir--- it's okay. You're in the hospital. You had an accident but you're okay, you're going be fine." She soothed, gently stroking his head. 'I'm here for you... your father is here also and we won't leave your side till we're sure you're fine, okay?"
He lied so still, breathing shallow, staring at the one woman he could confess that he loved. He averted his gaze to look at his father. They all looked worried and concerned about their son's condition.
'The doctor is on his way." His mother, Hajiya Aisha informed him. 'How... how long was I out?" His voice was barely audible. Hajiya Aisha looked at her husband before returning her eyes back to Mahir. 'About 8-9 hours. But you're fine now and you will be out of this place in no time." She knew how Mahir hated the hospital. He despised going to the hospital. No matter what, he'd rather call their family doctor to come check him up at home than to be in that smelly, boring building, despite the fact that it was the most expensive hospital in the whole of the city.
The doctor walks in, in green scrubs, her black hair tied low in a pony tail. Mahir shifted his head more to get a better look at her. She was Indian-looking with large brown eyes, neatly lined in black. She had the lithe movement of an athlete and the easy smile of one visiting dear friend. She spoke with an Indian accent and with her hands. With each word, the fine fingers would flourish into the stagnant hospital air like birds, then settle as she listened to the answers Mahir gave her like she had all the time in the world and nothing could interest her more than what he had to say.
After doing some thorough check up, the doctor left. Mahir stared at her retreating back till she closed the door behind her. Younger than he expected but somehow he didn't mind anymore.
'We can't be more grateful for that lady's generosity. She really did save our son's life, isn't it Alhaji?" Hajiya Aisha smiled at her husband and he nodded in agreement.
'What girl? You mean the funny, young-looking doctor?" Mahir asked because he couldn't wrap a finger on how that petite doctor was of help. She only asked him dozens of questions and did some check up.
'No silly, the girl that donated blood to you. You lost a lot of blood and some kindhearted lady donated. I just wish we could get the chance to thank her." A gigantic grin spread across Hajiya Aisha's face, and her eyes lit up like the sky of the 4th of July.
'Where's she?" He asked but his mother was unable to answer. They were so overwhelmed that they didn't care to get the full details about Bushra. 'I-- we didn't exactly get her information and because it was an emergency, the doctors were so perturbed about you that they didn't quite get her details. But they say she comes in very often and donate blood to whom needs it. Now, enough of that. You need to eat something and get more sleep. What would you like to eat- chicken soup, some hot coco or even seafood if you want. Atika specially made it for you."
He stared at his mother's every move, absent minded. He watched attentively as she served him some soup and made some tea for him.
'Open up now. You don't have to eat much, you just have to eat something, okay?" She spoke, softly. With a loving expression, she fed her son till he turned his head away in indication of being fed enough.
He couldn't prevent himself from thinking about her, despite he didn't know how she even looked like. Tall? Short? Light-skinned? Dark-skinned? Beautiful? Ugly? Presentable? Mahir kept pondering over her appearance.
Why did she offer to help him—he wondered. Possibly because he's the son of one of the famous, rich man? Or because she wanted something in return? She couldn't just do it without a reason, right? She must want something from—he was sure of that.
He couldn't set his mind straight that this mysterious girl did it for free-- it couldn't be. They were all gold diggers—he mused to himself. All they want is money, brag about being married to a rich or handsome man. They always wanted something. And he was going to find out what she wanted in particular.
The next day, Mahir was on his bed, having a thought when one of the doctor's saunters in. Hajiya Aisha excused herself after they exchanged pleasantries to give them some space.
'How are you feeling? I came here a couple of times last night but you were asleep and my shift was over—"
'Do you... happen to know the girl that donated blood to me?" He cuts in. He had been fervent to ask his friend the question.
'Uh—I don't really know but she comes here some times to donate and she prefers her identity not be disclosed." He explained and Mahir nodded his head. 'How do I get her details then?" He questioned.
Doctor Mansur questioned with a brow raised. He raised the curiosity in his mind. 'I—I just want to thank her for helping me. She saved my life, you know." Mansur looked at him over his half-glasses. 'Get some rest, Mahir. I'll come check up on you later."
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