We are all different; some people are well-prepared and have it all together, while others have difficulty.

The following day,

Mr Wasim,
I suddenly had the desire to show her how attractive she is and how much she can still accomplish for her age and stage of life.That is hardly relevant nowadays.

I used to always stare at her while she slept soundly, prayed over, and blew on her face. She seemed so innocent and at ease; how could someone harm someone as pure as that? Due to the retaliation and cruelty of others, a great number of innocent lives have been harmed.

On the day I first saw her, she was peeking out of the window. Later, I saw her in the kitchen, where she appeared scared and retreated from me. The more I wanted to get to know her, the more she resisted.

I told my mother everything, and she happily agreed that we should take action regarding her uncle. When Dad learned that I had looked into them, he filed a case, and that was that.

"Mhh! Wasim and you still have to convince her to cooperate, but the issue is mom "I reasoned that since she was raised without parental guidance, these mom-led get-togethers have been brainwashing her, so what?Whether an albino, an orphan, or a recluse, every person on this planet is unique.

"How amazing!wonderful insight, Mr. Wasim; when did you grow to be so knowledgeable?"When I smiled and asked myself a question, a thought came to me. My wife is supposed to have sent me a message. She requested some time to reflect. She considered too much. I was a little disappointed when I realized that, after finishing the damn meeting, neither my message box nor her call had arrived. Showing her new things and her new phase of life thrilled me.

After much consideration, I dialed the number, and my wife eventually answered.

"Assalamualeikum," she said, but I could tell she was not feeling well because there was a low note in her voice.

I answered "Waleikumsalam" and waited for her to say yes, but she remained silent.

Will you not inquire about my response?She inquired and exhaled with relief—oh, yes, she did remember.

"I was hoping that someone would show up and surprise me with her presence," I teased her, sounding a little agitated.

What if we just went home and had coffee together?My eyes grew wide as she asked. Was this my wife, really?coffee?right now?11:00 a.m.However, I was glad she finally had the courage to ask.

She agreed when I sternly told her, "Just one hour then after lunch I have a meeting."

After hanging up, I quickly went downstairs, grabbed my jacket, and ran into someone.

What happened to me and since when?Running into a stranger?

"Sorry,"I apologized, but something compelled me to look at the person; it was as if a strong wind was blowing me toward them.

While your wife has been waiting for you to get coffee, what are you thinking?

My apology was met with silence, and I wondered why. There seemed to be a problem.

I glared at the girl and said in a harsh voice, "Watch ahead while walking."

"Okay, Mr." was the first thing she said, and I turned to look at her right away.

She was standing there like an angel, her hair completely covered by her headscarf, her eyes beaming with pride and love, and her radiant smile that always makes my day.

"What a pleasant surprise!" I thought.

"How was the surprise?"She asked with a wide smile, and it made my day. At last, she had a smile on her face. People were staring at her and talking nonstop, but she did not care. It was a great step for her to be confident today.

"Yes, I will work for you," she replied, and I scowled. Who gave her the idea to work for me?

"Work for me?"I asked her and her face became pale.

"So, that is what you desired, yes?"She spoke softly, as though embarrassed. Oh my sweet wife, let us give you a surprise in the same way that you made my day and amazed me with your surprise.

"You are not going to work for me or under me; you are not my staff. However, you will work right next to me, with me. My wife will be managing her own office, and there are some words I just said last time to convince you," I said, waiting for her response. Her eyes widened, her mouth hanging open, and she closed it when she realized what was happening. That adorable thing she did, DAMMN.

She just looked at me dumbfounded when I said, "I need your support."

Were we moving too quickly toward this?

When a staff member approached and handed me some files, she said in a low voice, "Yes, I will work with you," and I simply nodded.

"So, she is Salma, my personal assistant and wife, and she will now handle all final account checking; all paperwork will go through her," the speaker said.After I finished, everyone greeted her; in fact, one of the staff members even made friends with her. She hardly talks, but something had changed, and this was my first task—letting her be with people so they would know she is not alone.

We had coffee together, but since this was all part of her surprise plan to surprise me, I ignored her smile as she looked at me and nodded. I then headed back towards my office to begin getting ready for the next meeting.

"Yes!"The Hamid and brothers company had come to finalize the deal. Just finish this signing, and we are done."

After finishing, I finally let out a sigh of relief, but before I knew it, there was a soft knock on the door, so I thought I would play along and see how she would respond. Though I rarely lose my temper, the media sometimes portrays me as rude.

"Can't you hear once?I said, "Come in, damn it," in a somewhat stern voice, and I pretended not to notice anyone else.