Part -1
Autumn was turning into winter ,the street across the house she lived in ,or more specifically rented in , were filled with varied leaves.
Crushing them , hurrying figures filled around her ,in the busy street of Karachi , without umbrella in their hands . Coz ,the downpour that happened was really uncalled for .
Meerab , looked up the sky tilting her umbrella ,and couldn’t help but compare it with the gloom of her life .
But it isn’t justified to cry over split milk ,is it ?
So Meerab carried on, sighing . Head bent ,she also quickened her steps . Along with her ,her blue dupatta flied getting wet ,courstey the car driver ,who may be was a great fan of thrill, but a clear enemy of his own life and others .
Not that she had time to blast the driver for almost jeopardizing her life ,as she was clearly running late for her office . In all the hurry ,she couldn’t watch another limousine almost hitting her . She was lucky that ,she only fell down ,due to the slippery floor ,which was wet due to the rain .
Meerab was just on the floor , when she heard a scream .
“ Help her , bakhtu ,what are you waiting for ? “ an old voice ,rich with concern commanded him .
Not wasting a second , The driver came to her side who was struggling with wet mud streaked hands and said
“ aap thik hain ? (Are you ok madam) ? “
Meerab gave him a dry look ,and said
“ I can manage , thank you . “ And went onto search her own umbrella .
But couldn’t find it ,when the voice again called for her .
“ Yahan aao bete ,tum bhig jaogi ( come here child you will get wet ) “
As the other woman’s umbrella got lifted , recognition dawned up on Meerab
“ Oh , mam “ she said out of respect ,and the woman smiled .
“ Bete ,aap hamare company ke liye kaam karte ho . obviously mai bhi kaise puch rahi hoon . Aapne hame chutkiyon mai jo pehchaan liya “ Mrs khan had told her lovingly .
After that , despite all her protests, she was taken with the owner of KHAN textiles to her luxurious chamber ,that only few employees had acess to .
Meerab couldn’t even deny ,her dress was ruined and she needed to change . And by the way it was their fault that she was in that state . So there was as no harm right?
After few hours to the accident and she was seated with her owner on a luxurious sofa in a room overlooking the city . All thanks to Mrs khan,she had changed her wet clothes in to a set of palazo and kurti . Which was stylish by the way and seemed costly . Not that she would keep it ,she would return it soon .
“ Aur beta ,naam kya hai aapka “ Mrs khan asked her from across the room .
“ Ji , Waqas , Meerab Waqas “ she said quietly , a bit intimidated with her owner’s presence
“ Meerab ……bohut pyara naam hai beta , bilkul tumhari tarah “
admiration was evident in her voice , indicating that she was speaking the truth . Well with doe shaped eyes ,and a cute button nose her pretty face , had surely attracted many such compliments since her childhood . And even if she had turned 24 ,it didn’t make it less embarrassing . she blushed ,making her pale cheeks almost red .
Seeing it the old lady laughed wholeheartedly , controlling herself to pull her cheeks probably .
“ Accha koi hai ,life mai….like koi mangetar ya …” Crossing her boundry a little , she asked making Meerab go paler than which she was before . It made Mrs khan wonder . Such a healthy question should make a young girl blush ,but looking at her reaction ,it seemed it was a question she should nt have asked . Wanting to do a damage control , Mrs khan diverted the topic .
“ How much cream ,do you need Meerab ,in your coffee . “
And thus the topic was forgotten . Instead replaced with much more fun topics ,like art , music . As Mrs khan had already informed her department head ,inspite of Meerab ’s inhibition , they got extra time for gossip . Well ,more appropriately Meerab only listened and answered once in a while ,on the other hand , her owner talked nonstop . It was only a prior commitment ,that made Mrs khanstop and took her leave .
Meerab thought , it would be the first and last time ,she would be lucky enough to meet Mrs khan,when on the 3 rd day of her supposed meet , she was called by her department head and was informed that Mr Murtasim khan had summoned her .
Not that she didn’t know ,who he was ,but the KHAN had called her ,the KHAN ! He was not some ghost , obviously ,but not some god either . Even the CEO must have seen him once ,or twice .
Was it related to her meeting with his mother ,Mrs khan?
If it is ,then her job was in jeopardy . Coz he was known to be very protective of his mother and may be he had taken offence to her ? Who knows ? Composing herself ,she was about to go ,when on the way she met ,that Leech Mr firdosh .
“ Well ,show him your gorgeous hair and he is all yours ……” He drawled ,and Meerab would have slapped him ,if not in so much hurry . Flushed she went on to the top floor of the building where the secretary , giving her a curious smile said
“ hello,miss Waqas ... This way“
Surely KHAN would nt kill her for talking to his mother .
Or would he ?
Treated with so much respect ,he and his family was royalty in KHAN enterprise . She herself had seen him from a distance ,which was not to be called something of significance .
Closing the door ,she walked towards the desk and he looked up from the file that he was reading .
They didn’t lie , when they said he was a Greek god ,he was indeed!
That heavy beard adding to his charm , but the sardonic impatience from his expression ,burst her bubble,as he took in her form in a single glance .
Leaning back on the chair, his head had tilted ,file put down ,he stared at her intently .
Irritated with his silent appraisal ,she had met his dark eyes defiantly .
That jerk didn’t even tell her to sit and went on with firing her questions ,which by the way surprised her .
“ So , Ms Waqas , your family live in Hyderabad , right ? “
She was shocked ,but he smirked ,and continued reading the file in his hands.
“ born in 1997, the eldest child to Mr Waqas and anila Waqas , born and brought up in a middle class family , completing her studies with moderate grades , right now working in KHAN enterprise “
While he was reading , Meerab was able to study his profile . Coat all crisp and black , he looked the part. And the top three buttons of his coat were opened , to reveal the strong white column of his neck .
“ See ,I know everything about you .” Her trance broke with his deep voice .
Meerab was speechless ,what was going on. What the hell was going onnnnnnn!
“ My mom ,wants you to work as her personal secretary in KHAN MANSION …..” Mr Murtasim khan went on , keeping that cool cat like eyes on her .
“ What “ Meerab exclaimed
KHAN chuckled and spoke with sarcasm
“ You speak as if ,you didn’t conveniently manipulated my mother to give you this job ? Looking for something more than you deserve Ms Waqas ? “
Meerab was enraged . How could he ? That son of a b….. . Oh his mother was sweet ,she wouldn’t curse her for her arrogant ,high headed son .
She remained silent , fearing she would lose her temper and blast him left ,right and centre .
The smug expression on his face, replaced again with impatience with her silence.
His gaze , then went to his watch , after which he said
“ Well what do you say , you would go or not . Coz I have much more important things to do you know …..”
“ Yes ……”
Meerab said haughtily, lifting her chin
Murtasim caressed his beard , thinking to tease her
“ Yes ,you want the job ,or yes you understand ,I have more important things to do ….”
Closing her eyes in exasperated ,she spoke
“ Yes I want the job……..”
Well Meerab was someone who values her self respect above her life also . It was strange ,she accepted the job offer ,for which KHAN had called her outright gold digger . Well he didn’t say it , but had implied for sure . Only she knows ,why she took the offer without a second thought .
Edited by Madhuilove - 2 years ago
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