A Chance Encounter
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Bimbo’s POV
If someone had told Bimbo this morning that she’d be standing in a grand hall, drowning in the scent of expensive perfume and overpriced champagne, she would have laughed. But here she was, gripping a glass of orange juice like it was a lifeline, trying her best to blend into the walls.
“I hate you,” she muttered to Amna, who was busy chatting with a group of doctors near the buffet table.
Amna shot her a cheeky grin. “You love me. Now stop sulking and mingle.”
Mingle? With who?
Everyone here looked like they belonged—elegant, confident, effortless. Meanwhile, she felt like an intruder in a world that wasn’t hers.
Bimbo exhaled slowly. She just had to survive a few hours. Avoid attention, sip her drink, and leave as soon as it was polite.
Easy.
Until someone stepped into her line of vision.
A man.
Tall. Striking. Dressed in a perfectly tailored black tuxedo that looked like it had been made just for him. His face was almost too perfect—sharp jawline, deep brown eyes, dark tousled hair that fell just slightly over his forehead.
Bimbo recognized him immediately.
Asnad.
The actor.
The famous one.
The one women swooned over.
Her fingers tightened around her glass. Why was he looking at her?
His gaze was steady, curious. Like he was trying to place her.
Bimbo quickly turned away, heart pounding.
Maybe if she ignored him, he’d lose interest.
Maybe.
Asnad’s POV
He wasn’t the kind of man who got easily distracted.
Years in the film industry had taught Asnad how to tune out the noise, the flashing cameras, the hungry eyes always watching him.
But tonight was different.
Because of her.
She didn’t belong here. He could tell from the way she held herself—like she wanted to disappear.
And yet, he couldn’t look away.
She was stunning, though she didn’t seem to realize it.
The deep blue dress hugged her figure but wasn’t meant to draw attention. Her long dark hair was pinned up, with a few soft curls framing her face. But it was her eyes that intrigued him the most—guarded, hesitant, as if she had secrets no one else could see.
He had secrets too.
Maybe that was why he felt a pull toward her.
He watched as she quickly turned away, pretending not to notice him.
Interesting.
People usually went out of their way to get his attention.
But she was avoiding it.
That only made him more curious.
He smirked slightly.
Game on.
Bimbo’s POV
“Bimbo, Dr. Ade needs a word with you about the new trauma support group,” Amna said, nudging her toward the other side of the room.
“Now?” Bimbo hesitated. Any excuse to escape was a good one.
“Yes, now,” Amna confirmed, practically pushing her forward.
Bimbo let out a breath and turned—only to crash right into someone.
Her glass slipped from her fingers, but a strong hand caught it before it could fall.
Her heart stopped.
Asnad.
Up close, he was even more breathtaking.
Bimbo froze. “I—I’m sorry.”
His lips twitched, amused. “No harm done.”
She forced herself to look at him, but his gaze was too intense, making her stomach tighten.
Why was he looking at her like that?
“I should—” she gestured vaguely, taking a step back.
But before she could escape, he spoke again.
“You don’t like crowds.”
It wasn’t a question.
Bimbo blinked. “Excuse me?”
“You don’t want to be here,” he continued, studying her. “You’re uncomfortable.”
Bimbo bristled. Who did he think he was?
“I don’t see how that’s your business.”
He smirked. “It isn’t. Just an observation.”
Bimbo frowned. Was he playing with her?
She took another step back. “Well, if you’ll excuse me, I have—”
“Wait.”
She hesitated.
“I don’t like crowds either,” he admitted, voice quieter now.
Bimbo frowned. That couldn’t be true.
“You’re a celebrity.”
“So?”
“You literally work in front of people.”
“Doesn’t mean I enjoy it.”
His gaze softened, and for a brief moment, Bimbo saw something in his eyes—something real.
Something she recognized.
But before she could think too much about it, Amna called her name.
Bimbo turned quickly. “I have to go.”
Without waiting for his response, she walked away.
Her heart was still pounding.
And she hated that.
Asnad’s POV
He watched her leave, intrigued.
She had no idea who he really was.
And for the first time in a long time, Asnad didn’t mind.
She wasn’t impressed by his fame. She wasn’t charmed by his reputation.
She was just…herself.
And that made her the most interesting person in the room.
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