At First Sight

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Chapter |39|

Amaira's pov

As soon as I entered the house, I gasped at the sight in front of me. Iyaan was sitting on the couch and he was not looking good. He looked sick. His eyes were closed and his nose was red and he was constantly sniffling. I walked towards the couch and stood in front of Iyaan. I wanted to ask him if he was okay but I was scared, what if he gets angry at me?

"What do you want?" Iyaan asked without opening his eyes.

"Are you ok-ay?" I asked fiddling with my fingers.

"Do I look okay to you?" He asked opening his eyes. He looked tired. I moved forwards and extended my hand to touch his forehead. I could feel his eyes on me but I didn't look at him.

"What are you doing?" He questioned as he caught my wrist midway.

"I ju-st want to che-ck if you ha-ve fev-er." I stuttered. He looked at me for a second before letting go of my wrist. I touched his forehead and my doubt was confirmed.

"You ha-ve fe-ver." I said. Iyaan groaned and rubbed his temples.

"Fucking headache. " Iyaan mumbled.

"You sho-uld lay down." I said. He stood up from the couch and walked towards the stairs. I watched as he climbed the stairs mumbling something. I sighed and walked to my room. After changing into a comfy top and grey baggy pants, I walked to the kitchen. Just as I was about to enter the kitchen, I heard the sound of a phone ringing from the living room.

I walked into the living room and saw a phone on the coffee table. I realized the phone was Iyaan's. I took the phone which was still ringing and Charan's name was shown on the screen. I know it's not polite to use a person's phone without their permission and so, I made my way to Iyaan's room. I knocked on his door and waited for a few seconds but I didn't hear any reply. I knocked again and still no reply.

I got worried and slowly opened the door. I only poked my head in because I didn't want him to get angry at him for entering his room without permission. My eyes roamed the room and finally settled on the person who I was searching for. Iyaan was lying on the bed but he was slightly shivering. I entered his room despite the fear that he is going to lash out at me and walked towards his bed. His room was spacious and screams luxury. Iyaan's eyes were closed and I think he is sleeping.

His room wasn't cold at all and the air conditioner was turned off but Iyaan was still slightly shivering. I unfolded his duvet and covered his entire body except for his face. He started snuggling down towards the duvet for warmth. His phone has stopped ringing and so I placed it on the nightstand. I touched his forehead and I could feel the abnormal increase in his temperature. Iyaan started mumbling something and I leaned in to hear what he was saying.

"Cold." He mumbled. My eyes started tearing up at seeing how sick he looked. I walked out of his room and went to my room. I started searching my drawers for the thermometer that I had. After finding it in the drawer of my bedside table, I left my room. As I entered I saw that Iyaan was not shivering now which is a good sign. I moved towards him and moved the duvet a little lower and gently put my hand inside his t-shirt so that I can place the thermometer on his armpits. My hands brushed against his hard chest and my cheeks turned red.

Iyaan must be in s deep sleep because he didn't even move or flinch when I placed the thermometer under his arms. The thermometer beeps after a minute and I took the thermometer from his underarm. I looked at the temperature and it shows 40°C which means he has a high fever. I covered him with the duvet before exiting his room. After placing the thermometer in my room, I walked to the kitchen to make Iyaan something to eat, so that he can have a tablet to reduce the fever.

I decided to make chicken soup which is actually good to eat if you have a fever because it helps to lower the body temperature and also provides the body the protein which is needed to accelerate healing. It took me 2 hours to make the soup and I then transferred it to a bowl and walked to Iyaan's room. I placed the soup on the bedside table and decided to wake Iyaan up. I gently shook him but he just groaned and turned to the other side.

"Iy-" I stopped myself from saying his name because what if he doesn't like me calling him his name. So, I just shook him again and this time he stirred. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at me.

"What do you want?" He asked in a raspy voice.

"You ha-ve to eat something, so th-at you can have some me-dicine to red-uce the fever." I said softly.

"I don't want to eat anything. I just want to sleep." He said before closing his eyes again.

"Just have some soup and then you can sleep." I said. He grunted before slowly sitting up and leaning against the headboard. He was so tired that he could barely keep his eyes open. I stood up from the chair and hesitantly sat on the end of Iyaan's bed. He was watching my every move but didn't shout or yell at me for sitting on his bed and so, I think that he is okay with it.

I took the hot soup from the bedside table and stirred it with the soup spoon. I also added carrot and corn along with the chicken in the soup. I took a spoon full of soup and gently blew on it to cool it down. I extended my hand and stopped just little inches before the spoon could touch his lips because I felt Iyaan's eyes on me. I slowly lifted my eyes and looked at him. I felt my stomach flutter as my eyes met his.

"I pro-mise, I di-dn't ad-d an-ythi-ng b-ad in it. It's ju-st chi-cken so-up." I stuttered. He took his eyes from me and looked at the spoon for a second before opening his mouth. He sighed and closed his eyes as he had a spoon of soup. I slowly started feeding him after making sure that the soup was not too hot for him to have. I fed him the whole bowl and handed him an Asprin tablet that I had with me and passed him a glass of lukewarm water.

After having the tablet, he laid down and I covered him with the duvet. Within seconds, he was asleep. Even though he was sick and his nose was red from the cold, he was the most beautiful man I have seen. A few strands of his black hair was fallen on his forehead and was slightly brushing against his thick eyebrows. I bend down and slowly leaned closer to his face before moving the strands of hair from his forehead. I couldn't take my eyes off him.

He wasn't a male model but he should have been. The lush, black hair that was usually combed neatly was messy but it gave him a boyish look. My index finger traced the straight nose that he sported complemented his prominent cheekbones. My finger then moved towards his chiseled jawline that spoke of his masculinity. His jawline was covered with slight stubble that brushed against my finger. He started stirring causing me to quickly come out of my thoughts and pull myself back from him. I was about to walk out when I remembered something.

"You will be okay soon, Mara." Papa said covering me with my favorite blanket. I nodded and snuggled into my blanket.

"And here is my special kiss to make you feel better." Papa said placing a kiss on my forehead.

I quickly leaned in and placed a kiss on Iyaan's forehead. I pulled away and blushed deeply. Suddenly, Iyaan's phone rang and I quickly took his phone and exited his room before the ringing sound of the phone could wake him up. I exited his room and closed the door behind me. I attended the call since it was Charan.

"Yannie poo, why didn't you pick my call? Are you so busy that you couldn't even pick your best friend's phone?" Charan rambled on.

"Charan." I said. He stopped rambling and it was silent for a second.

"Mai, is that you?" He asked excitedly.

"Yeah."I said.

"I missed you little Mai. It's been so long since I saw you." Charan confessed.

"Charan you saw me 2 weeks ago." I said smiling.

"Oh my goodness! It's been 2 weeks. I am coming to visit you soon. By the way, where is Iyaan?" He asked.

"He is having fever and cold and is sleeping now that's why I picked up your call." I explained.

"Aww! I hope he gets well soon. Just ask Iyaan to call me once he feels better." Charan said.

"Okay, I will." I said.

"Thanks, Mai. I will see you both soon, bye." He said.

"Bye." I said back before ending the call. I walked towards the kitchen and transferred the leftover soup to a bowl. I sat at the dining table and started having the soup. A smile made its way to my face as I thought of the things that happened about 30 minutes ago. Iyaan ate the food I made and I fed him. I blushed when I remembered that I kissed him on the forehead. I covered my face with my hands and squealed. I kissed him. A giggle left my lips as I realised that I was behaving like a teenage girl who has finally got the attention of her crush.

I suddenly gasped.

Do I have a crush on my husband?

No, I don't. I don't have a crush on him. I placed my hand on my heart that was wildly beating. I can't have a crush on Iyaan, right? I mean who has a crush on her husband? Definitely no. I don't have a crush on him. After 5 minutes of self-assuring that I didn't have a crush on Iyaan, I ate the rest of the soup and washed the dishes. Before going to my room, I decided to check on Iyaan again. He was sleeping as I entered his room and so, I walked towards him and touched his forehead. His temperature has reduced and his shivering stopped. I sighed in relief knowing that he will be better by tomorrow.

I was just planning on checking on him and then going back to my room but I couldn't. I wanted to stay near him and make sure that he was okay. What if his temperature increase and he started shivering again? So, I sat on the chair beside his bed and watched him sleep. After 15 minutes, my eyes started closing slowly. I laid my head on the end of his bed and finally, sleep took over me.

Today, was a long day.



Hello,

I am sorry. I am so sorry. This chapter was the worst. It didn't turn out like I wanted it to be. I tried to add done Iyaan and Amaira moments but yeah, well as you can see I couldn't do that. So, forgive me for this horrible chapter. I will try to make the next chapter far better than this.

Do you think that Amaira has a crush on her husband?

Do you think Amaira is cute? (well, if you don't then she will be cute in the upcoming chapters for sure.)

Aww, Iyaan is sick and he finally ate the food Mai prepared.

Hope you at least found this chapter okay. I love you guys tons. Take care and stay safe. My next update will be on Saturday because I will be super busy for the next 2-3 days.

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