Chapter 2
Arzoo had already done all her office choruses for the day and was playing angry bird on her phone.
Just then sahir called for her and she hastily got up walking really fast, aware of her boss's anger if she delayed for even a minute but as the fate was not on her side her leg got tangled in the door mat and she almost fell on the standing sahir who was talking on his phone leaning on his table.
Almost because not she but her hand fell on him causing her to break the upper two buttons of his shirt!
She quickly got up unaware of the havoc she had just created but one look at sahir's face and then his shirt and she knew she has created another blunder. Her eyes widened and she gulped noticing sahir's world famous increasing by every minute. Gathering some courage she started to speak!
"al..allah kn..ows"
"tumhara dimaag kharab hai, ye kya kia tumne" sahir shouted
"you know what mujhe tum jaise office assistant nahi chaheeye jo har din ek nayi galti karre" he said driven by anger.
A pool of tears gathered in arzoo's eyes and she instantly lowered them not wanting sahir to see them. She feared what will happen to her family if sahir fired her.
Sahir ofcourse had noticed her tears and seeing them instantly cooled down. He took a step forward slowly but she instantly took a step back. By now she was sobbing uncontrollably though she was trying not to.
"i..i am...s..sorry s..sirr" she said with hiccups in between.
"nahi wo dekho tum ro mat meh wo" then without speaking much he took hold of her elbow and made her sit on a chair nearby while offering her a glass of water.
She took it and while drinking looked at him sideways.
When she was done she quietly stood up.
"sir, please hume nikaliye mat hum..hum aaj ke baad koi galti nahi karenge" she said pleadingly
Sahir looked at her as if she has grown two heads.
"tum islie rori thi kyoki tumhe laga meh tumhe iss office se nikal raha hu"
"h..haa" she said uncertainly
"mene toh aise he keh dia tha gusse meh isme rone ki kya baat thi"
"aise he??" arzoo said incredulously
"aur hum yuheen rore the" she said wiping her tears a smile adorning her face!
A smile crept up on sahir's face seeing her smile as if it was infectious which he hid very nicely.
"lekin iska matlab ye nahi hai ki mai tumhe nikal nahi sakta"
"oh" said arzoo her humorous side gone.
"tum dhang se kaam karo toh nahi nikalunga"
She nodded like an obedient child.
Unknowingly another small smile crept on his face which was this time noticed by her.
She glanced at his shirt feeling sorry.
"sir meh ye sil deti hu" she said taking a step forward but sahir took a step back holding his shirt at the top trying to hide his exposed skin as if arzoo was some rapist trying to molest him!
"nahi meh change krlunga mere paas hai extra shirt"
"ok" said arzoo with a casual shrug.
"um ye lo ye kuch files hai inhe check krlo" said sahir
Arzoo nodded and left from their while sahir went to change in the storeroom.
Arzoo sat on her seat thinking about the past events and her Sahir sir. That smile, it was beautiful and very rare, she could see it for hours and still not get bored of it. Only if he could smile more often she sighed but then one check on her thoughts and she intantly chided her mind for thinking about sahir sir that way!
Here sahir was thinking about her too. Her tears, allah knows he hated them but today she cried only because of him. Only if he had a control on his anger. He was not bad he also joked around and had fun but one mistake and he couldn't be more angry!
One check at his thoughts and he gave exasperated sigh. What the hell was he thinking and allah knows? When did he started speaking like her!
Then as if a daily habit of him now a days he said "ye ladki mujhe pagal karke chodhegi"