His Angel

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Prologue

Meet Anna!

Her full name is Anna Smith, the clumsiest girl ever alive on the planet. Her head is always in the cloud and her best skill is tripping in thin air.

With two long braided hair and a large square eyeglasses, she looks like the typical example of a nerd.

Don't judge a book by its cover!

In spite of her nerd looks, she has no intelligence. Unless a person repeats a thing twice to thrice, her head cannot catch up. She barely passed her high school with C minus grade. She always wears a plain t-shirt with straight jeans and has no interest in grabbing people's attention.

Her motto of life is to live a peaceful college life and then get married with her crush. The only thing that she is interested in, is her crush and the only thing she is expert at, is stalking him.

Meet Danish!

His full name is Danish Dawson. He is a perfectionist. He always ranks the first in every subject and in every class.

With his blue-green eyes, slightly tanned skin and black hair, he also ranks the first in his looks in every class he attends. He is 6'4 feet making the tallest among his circle. His jaw line is the greatest weakness of Ms. Clumsy Anna. Along with the looks, he has the perfect sense of dressing.

The amazing thing about him is that he is an heir of The Dawson's enterprise, most successful company. However, the scariest thing about him is his father rules the mafia. As the heir of the mafia, his career is fixed. But, Ms. Clumsy has no idea about it. Only a thing she knows is that she is in love with him.

He fears nobody and is a pro at boxing. His weakness, he has none. He always had a stiff expressionless face and always acts cold to everyone. He hates it when people sticks close with him and always maintain his, so called personal space.

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Anna's p.o.v.

Five years before!

Few strike of lightning roared through the blue-black sky, letting a million droplets of bitter water over my sweating body. It was a gloomy day and a perfect scenario to conceal my crying heart.

No, I wasn't a happy-go-lucky person. And no, I didn't enjoy being a gloomy one either.

Pushing a lock of hair back on my ear, I wiped my tears. The drop of rain pattered on my body, expanding a tiny bit of tingling pain like feeling.

With a heavy heart and slight suffocation out of continuous hiccups, I struggle my legs on the crowded street.

It wasn't my choice neither was it my interest to get soaked on that skin numbing rain. It was just another unlucky day of mine.

Many umbrellas were there, in that crowded yet lonely street that could have given me a shield. But, I found no hand that extended to invite me in.

Well, it's not like I cared anyway.

Umm ..I was running huffing and puffing until my eyes met a boy at a street who was picking up the abandoned kitten. And I fell for him in an instant.

That was lame, even for a joke. Such thing only happens in movies. But, I was living in the actual reality and the reality is always cruel & bitter.

If I recall, it was all because of the bullies. Yeah, I used to be bullied in my class. And it was a part of my normal life.

My classmates were another name of animals who loved to bully the weaker one and worship the stronger one.

Some group of stupid chicks had poured some orange juice on my uniform and it was intentional. And the better part was, I had no spare clothes neither did I had any friends to offer me one.

My face was a total mess with the swollen eyes and running nose. Somehow, I was managing to suppress my moan.

As I stood on a side of the street waiting for a signal to cross the road, I felt like a giant person had approached me with an umbrella.

Jesus! For the first time in my life, someone was being kind to me.

Rubbing my puffy eyes, I lifted my head that had been down for the whole time when I left the school. A pillar like person was standing next to me, holding an umbrella that didn't even cover half of the pouring rain, to be exact. Well, it maybe because of our height difference.

I slowly fixed my glasses and tried to concentrate my hazy eyes on his structure. After a minute of stare, my vision became stable and my eyes fell on a tall perfect looking feature.

The boy standing next to me had a face that looked calm yet had a hint of restlessness. With a moment of gaze, his unusually charming face caught my whole attention and maybe my heart.

As I got busy at his face, the light had turned green and hence everyone started crossing the road. He did too.

Yeah! It was a by chance that I was covered by his umbrella and he had no such intention to help a weak girl like me.

But, I felt my heart skip a beat. I felt a heat that spread from the nape of the neck to tip of my ears.

My cheeks had a touch of cherry blossom pink.

As I reached my home, I passed through the living room where my father was sitting on the couch, enjoying his favorite shows. I tried to avoid him as much as possible because he would be much more worried about me than myself.

I cautiously walked only with my toes and two other fingers, trying to make as less sound as possible. As I reached the stairs, I flashed up within a second.

"Anna, you forgot your umbrella again." I could hear my father's worry from down stair.

But, I had no place in my head to care for that.

Throughout my elementary and middle school, I had been considered as a clown for a display. That was most likely enough for me to drive me insane.

I opened the door to my room and got inside smelling the scent of my most comfortable place. Placing my bag at my study desk that was near my window, I went to my closet and took out some warm clothes.

The bath water was ready as always. My father couldn't care less about me than himself.

As I laid on the bathtub, my head was pretty occupied as always.

But for the first time, I had thought about something else than the bullies that I was suffering.

He was medicine to my sore wound and his thoughts helped me to heal all of the holes of my heart.

It was a pure coincidence that we were in the same school. Well, we weren't in the same class.

But that was okay for now. I was already happy enough to know his existence.

Once again, hello everyone. Do leave comments.

This chapter is optional. It only includes some regular and funny stuff of Anna. You can go to next one.

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Two years before

Anna p.o.v

Mornings are beautiful, only if you don't have anybody that pesters you to wake up.

Life is hell when every morning your sister's voice rings like the sirens, the most annoying sounding one. And it is more annoying when they keep on ringing until you wake up. I was so done with my beautiful sleep. Not like I could sleep peacefully anyway.

"Anna, want me to pour you a bucket of water?"

My sister screamed from down stair. My usual day would always start with a scream of my sister.

Damn it. Why is she even here? I must have repeated this question more than hundred times in my mind. Sluggishly, I got up in the bed. Not like I had any choice.

Rolling at the end of the bed, I slapped down my clock and rushed toward the bathroom.

I then showered and went to the mirror of the bathroom.

"Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of em all?" I uttered those dramatically as I stood in front of the mirror.

Ah, you are acting like an annoying bitch.

I thought to myself and wrapped a towel around my body which had extra fat on purpose. The purpose to make me look more ugly than I already was. Well, I am glad that the mirror didn't reply to my bitchy talk.

If it could, it would definitely reply "Of course not you.".

"Anna, you geek. Get out of bed." That startled me, snapping out of my deep muse. It was again my witch sister's scream.

Such a pain in the ass, she was.

"I already am." I screamed.

"You bitch." I mumbled, rolling my eyes out of irritation.

Then, I took the cute rabbit brush and brushed my teeth, super clean.

"Hair, done."

"Shirt, done."

"Pants, done."

"Makeup... shit. I don't do makeup."

I rushed out of my room as I picked up my two side bunny bag and went down stair for breakfast.

"Why are you here?"

I asked her grabbing a bread on my teeth. She was serving some tea for the father.

"Who the fuck are you to ask me?"

"Hah! Your husband didn't feed you well."

Placing my bread on a plate, I sat down. Again gathering my eyes on my sister, I stick my tongue out.

"You bitch." She slammed down the kettle and rushed toward me. Of course, her intention was to grab my hair.

I flinched a little because my sister was a wrestler pro and I was her punching bag.

"Now, now. Darlings. Calm down." My father said as he put on his glasses.

My father was an avatar of a priest and he would always preach about peace & all. Well, that's mostly like it.

"Like father, like daughter." She moved away from me with her mumbling mouth.

"What did you say? Daddy, look she is insulting you." I took the chance to provoke her.

My sister had a very small and sharp voice that could irritate anyone. Trust me, anyone. To be more serious, her voice sounded like the annoying chirping of the birds.

"What? Aren't I right? Look at yourselves. Glasses that covers half of your faces. Greasy oil that plaster your hair on your head. That fucking plain cloth that, this stupid bought from sales." She scolded us. She was always scolding us.

Actually, she had some points.

Poor father and I.

"Then, should I wear five grand bra and panties like you."

I spit a satire on her and then, sipped my cup of tea. That was my ultimate weapon when she starts to blurt and wouldn't show a sign of shutting her mouth.

"Suck that up. Why are you so ugly? Can't you fix that appearance? What's up with your hair?"

That bitch rushed and pulled my braids so hard, my hair almost came off. Told you, she was a wrestling pro.

"Now now, calm down." My father enchanted the same spell.

"Shut up, you old hag. Can't you see? Your daughter is trying to kill me." I screamed as I pushed her.

She always treated me like a kid and I hated her so much. Sometimes, I couldn't even stand her face.

"I don't want your breakfast." I said picking up my bag.

"You have already eaten half of it." She derided me as she picked up my leftovers.

"Now now, my daughter calm.."

"Shut up." I glared hard and got out of my house.

Well, that was my life. That old stupid woman, who kept on coming back home even after getting married, had made my life a hell. I didn't know why she always bragged about spending that money on that small piece of cloth. Well, I do agree that she was more beautiful than any girl I had been with.

In class.

The class was so boring. The students were much more boring. The professor was ultra boring. The only interesting part of the class was the bald head of the professor that perfectly reflected the light.

I sat there yawning and eyeing my watch.

Why was I there?

It's my rule to attend every class.

That was a lie.

My father would always check my attendance and I had to show him, every credit hour that I earned.

Boring, wasn't my life?

I thought so too. The only interesting part was to stalk Danish.

I mean to keep an eye on him.

New day

It was another bad day. I couldn't get a glimpse of Danish. I missed his soul piercing eyes and his slightly crooked lips. How would it feel like to kiss him?

His plum like soft pink lips.

Damn, I was a hell of a horny pack.

I sighed as I walked out of my class and passed through the passage that was filled with horny couples whose self-respect was being saved only by a thin piece of clothes. How can they stick so close? I mean in front of this poor soul who had been single for her whole life?

As I got closer to his class, I slowed down my step and passed as slowly as the sidekick of a hero in the old movies. I was moving forward but my eyes were inside the class.

"Last row, his favorite spot. Not there."

"Second last."

"Middle rows"

"Third bench"

"...first bench."

Damn. Where was he? I unknowingly slammed my hands on the class's window. Daughter of the shitted whore! I grabbed all the attention of the class.

My fingers twitched as I realized all of those eyes that were on me. I slowly pulled my hand, turned my legs and ran as fast as the rocket.

Holy shit! As I ran with all my might, with my eyes closed and with my hands making a sharp point, I collided.

A pillar! Na, it was a person. I was on the floor with my hands supporting myself so that my head wouldn't strike the ground and grow a popcorn on it.

Dang! I looked at the familiar shoes. Then, I looked at those familiar legs.

My poor heart! It fluttered so hard making my head spin. I was as good as blind for a second. Blind because I saw my Danish with his sparkling charisma that could make any girl fall on the ground.

Shit, that was big.

Oh, my god.

I am becoming a good liar. Because I didn't care about that thing at all.

As I tried to stand up, I saw a beast that was ready to attack its prey. That was when I realized what was I up to.

His face was so red that I could almost feel the heat, it was emitting. I could make some omelets on them. Wrong pick up lines.

I could hear the sound of his gritting teeth as I unknowingly grabbed his leg to support myself.

"I-I a-am s-sorry." I shuddered as I looked at Danish face that was on fire.

"Don't touch me." He slapped my hand.

He then glared at me so hard, I thought his eyes would pop out and then, turned around.

My whole fantasy of our first encounter that I had planned, crumbled down. I was still on the ground gawking at the way he reacted.

"Son of a bastard. Would it be wrong for you to say nice words to me?" I thought as I stood up.

I slowly walked through the hallway where a laughter had aroused from my clumsiness. My leg had slammed the ground so hard that I couldn't walk quickly even if I had wanted to.

As I looked around, I saw the shining teeth of those morons that were ready to bite if I had opened my mouth and criticized them. So, I slowly walked away, from the hallway to downstairs and then to cafeteria which was packed as always.

I slammed my bag on the table in which Sabrina and Rita were sitting. Those morons hadn't reserved any sit for me, yet again.

"Sit, Anna." Sabrina said as she patted on her lap thinking I wouldn't.

But, I did. I sat on her lap with all of my weight on her.

"You pig. How much do you eat?" She said as she pushed me.

"Had enough? Then, let's go." I pulled their hands.

I was angry. No, I was upset.

My hands were shaking because of the unexpected encounter with him.

"What's up with that face?" Rita asked as she wiped the crumbs that were on my face.

"That bastard! He's so rude." I sighed.

"That bastard again. Why are you so on to that mafia kid? I mean look at his scary face." Sabrina said as she got up from the chair.

"He's hot. Admit it." I said and pushed my palm on her face.

(Sorry, I wrote the chapter in one go. So it must be weird! It won't be next time. I promise!)

Anna p.o.v.

"Hey Anna, your hubby is watching us."

"Shut up Sabrina! We are in the library."

"So? We aren't here to study. To be more precise, you are here to stalk your no good crush."

"Stalk? I am just admiring him."

"Yeah, yeah. Say whatever. Your hubby is getting out of the library."

"What? Stupid!! Because of you, I couldn't even concentrate on him."

Okay. That was a short description of some part of my life. Yeah, seeking Danish among the crowd and then following him, was also the part of my usual life.

Let's not go to the detail and keep it short. It was Tuesday, 13 sep.

I had called my friends to stay over so that they could help me to get prepared for the next day.

I had finally decided to confess my feelings.

Umm., when I thought about confessing my love, my heart would race at an inhuman speed. A little bit of fear and a little bit of excitement can perfectly describe the way I felt. To be exact, it's the confusing feeling in which one part of your brain says that he will reject you and another part says that he may accept you.

I couldn't help but feel sad when I thought about being rejected and my heart would sting from the bitterness of such thoughts.

Again, the thoughts such as there may be a chance that he may accept my feelings, would instantly hyper me up and then, a little tingling happy feeling would take over in my heart.

Literally, my mind was a battlefield between optimism and pessimism.

"What kind of girl does he like?"

I thought as I checked out my clothes in the closet. The closet was mostly filled with the clothes that I had bought in sales or that I had got the offer. So, it's pretty much sure that there was nothing fashionable or fancy clothes.

Somehow, I picked the finest pair of a t-shirt and jeans from my closet and showed them to my friend for approval.

Well, they rejected the clothes that I had chosen at an instant.

"Anna, I already know that your closet got nothing worth to look at, " Sabrina said as she poked her nose.

It felt like she was ridiculing me because she was rubbing the finger that just poked her nose on my bed sheet. Seriously, what could I do? I was in need of her help.

If the people who support each other in their love life are called friends, then she is definitely not one. She was constantly picking me and mimicking how would I look after being rejected. That witch!

"I knew this would happen. That's why we have brought some clothes." Rita said with her sweet voice.

"But, it's already past twelve. Let's try it tomorrow." Sabrina said and got into the bed.

I had a double sized bed in my room. Still, three grown up girls were very hard to fit. But, we somehow managed to squeeze in.

It's hard to talk about that night.

First of all, the matter regarding confession was constantly bugging me. And then there was these two, between whom I had slept.

For a good night sleep, I needed to roll around in my bed in every direction. But, I was sandwiched between them and couldn't move an inch. I tried to sleep like a statue, with an attention position that would be excellent than that of a soldier.

I managed to fall asleep, somehow in the morning. But, that alarm rang so early, just to tick me off. Seriously, I sat up on the bed and started to think of life, where did it go wrong?

Sabrina and Rita woke up with me and got ready to prepare me.

But, their heart almost stopped when they saw the dark circles around my eyes.

"You look like the panda. Panda Anna.. Anna Panda, sounds cool." The first thing that Sabrina said in the very morning.

Well, I let the matter slip with just a glare.

Rita took out the clothes out of her bag and helped me to change.

Seriously, they had brought a skin tight dress that was so short, my panties could be seen. Not, to mention about the upper part. There was nothing, absolutely nothing to hold the dress. At least a string? Even a thread would do.

"I ain't wearing this, " I said as I twitched my eyebrows and tried to unzip my back.

But, my hand couldn't reach it. Literally, my head had become a hot smashed potato.

"Then, what do you want to wear? Those old jeans and a plain t-shirt that screams louder than your face, you are a geek?" Sabrina said as she pulled my hand that was trying to unzip the dress.

Her face was serious, unlike the other time when she used to joke around for fun.

She then rubbed her forehead and started to scratch through her hair like a psycho.

"Listen pal. I am doing a favor for you. So, don't ask what we are doing. Men love to hang around with bad girls. Did you hear me, bad girls? Have you realized it? You are a typical example of a geek. There's no chance for you to go out with him, with that appearance." Sabrina preached her heart out.

To tell you the truth, my head spun out of anger when I heard her words. But, I knew there was truth and only truth in her words. For the first time, I got to know the feeling 'truth hurts.'

I wore the same dress that almost showed my panties. It was maroon red color. They let me wear a black denim because they thought I seemed way too uncomfortable. To match the dress, I wore a maroon shade of lipstick. With the cat winged eyeliner and a little bit of rose, my makeup was complete. For a starter, I had no clue what was being used on my face. But, the greater tragedy was that I had never worn a high heel.

I pleaded them to stop making a joke of me. But, my saying meant nothing at all. When I was done with my makeup and all, I looked at the mirror and realized, I was the perfect reflection of my own sister.

I saw a beautiful and mature looking girl standing in front of the mirror.

We had already figured out, Danish would be spending his Sunday always on a park, alone. We were set off to attack him there.

"Walk with your head and chest up. Don't get nervous. Don't laugh loudly. Speak in a seductive way. Don't confess right away. Take your time and chat, to create a bond. And then, show your interest in him. Make sure, he also gets interested in you. And then confess. The plan is done." was what Rita said.

But as I walked toward Danish, who was sitting at a corner's bench, my legs started to wiggle. As if that wasn't enough, my feet were slipping from the heels. My heart was beating so loud, I thought it would pump the blood that could last for a year.

Somehow, I managed to get closer with Danish and stood in front of him. Even when I was just standing up, my legs were shaking unconditionally.

"Ex-excuse m-me." I intended to speak these words aloud but only a small quivering voice came out.

"What?" He said as he looked up, straight into my eyes.

His gaze made it even harder for me to bring words to my mouth.

Stand properly

I tried to fix my position but it was no good with my shaking legs.

Let's go to next level. Speak seductively.

No good. Words were barely getting up from my neck.

No, no. Let's skip this step. Next, make him interested.

"I..I, can I sit next to y-you?" I shuttered as I spoke.

"Yeah, sure." He said as he made some space for me.

I already knew, he must have thought I was weird. Damn it! Where did all of my energy go?

As I sat next to him, I felt my energy draining from my body. A heat started from the nape of my neck and flowed up to the tip of my ears. I knew, my whole face had turned red which was why I didn't lift my head.

"So?" He said as he moved a little bit away.

I had forgotten, he didn't like the people that stuck close to him. I had made a mistake already.

"I..I, I mean y-you are.." Oh, my god, my voiced got stuck in my neck.

"Yeah, I am?" He asked as he wiggled his eyebrows.

"Y-you are n-nice. I..I mean c-cool. No, what am I saying? What I am saying is, y-you are in-interesting. No, that's not th-that.." I shuttered so hard and didn't know what I uttered. Such a shame!

Frankly, my mind was blank and my eyes were pitch black.

"Can you speak more clearly?" He said with a bothered voice.

"I..I, what I mean is, I like you."

"No that's not what I mean. I mean, that's what I wanted to say. I..I don't know anything." I had never felt so ashamed in my life.

The first encounter that I had planned didn't go right. And now, my confession was heading toward the lame direction.

I tried to pick up myself and ran away. But as I stood up, I felt my hand being pulled. I nervously turned around.

"Were you asking me to go out with you?" He said with such a scary eyes, I thought I would pee in my panties.

"N-no. I mean yes." I closed my eyes because his face was so scary.

"If you are so scared, how can we go out?" I heard him chuckle.

"Huh?" My eyes got wider since I couldn't believe what I just heard.

"Your hair." He said as he touched my long hair, "I like it when you braid them."

"I'll be under your care." The last word he said as he walked away from me.

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