PART 2:
Same day evening:
"Mr Sharma, see I want this clause to be changed as soon as possible.I really would like to know who wrote the subject matter for this project?,"Zoya asked angrily flipping through the pages of the file in her hands.
"Mam, its Rohan Singh,the new employee", replied Mr Sharma in a low whisper to his boss who was sitting right across him in the backseat of the car.
"Isnt he aware that using such type of language can offend our clients?? And why the hell was a new employee...whatever his name is, assigned such an important client's file?"
"M...mam I...i am so sorry.He is still learning how our company works.The file was given to him b...by m...mistake and before I could alter it ,y...you asked..."
But Zoya cut him across," THE WORD 'MISTAKE' DOESNT EXIST IN MY DICTIONARY! You know that very well!So ensure that it is not repeated again!"
"Mam we have reached your place," spoke the driver as he stopped the car infront of a huge house before Mr Sharma could react.
"Reach here at 8 sharp in the morning.Dont be late and drop Mr Sharma home,"instructed Zoya to the driver and picked up her bag and without glancing at her PA got down from the car.
Mr Sharma heaved a sigh of relief as the driver started the car again.He let out a breath he had been holding since his boss started shouting at him.
His boss, Zoya Sidique,the owner of Sidique Constructions, a New York based company was known throughout the company for her temperament.She did not tolerate any kind of mistakes big or small, for her, mistake was a mistake.It was one of her principles.She hardly gave any second chances to people and Mr Sharma was one of those very few people who had just got a second chance.She just had different and strict ways of handling her company.And no wonder people in her company did perform exceptionally well due to her temper, also they knew that if they performed well,appreciation will surely come their way.Zoya did always appreciate an exceptionally good work.She just wanted everything to be perfect.And that is how she had raised her company to be one of the most successful companies of the world.She had taken over the company from her mother, Zeenat Sidique 4 years ago when it had been running in losses and after that the growth of the company knew no bounds.
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At Khan Villa
Asad rang the doorbell of his house.A woman in her late 50s opened the door.
"Walekum assalam beta,"Dilshaad replied as she ruffled his hair lovingly.
Asad asked Dilshaad to set the table for dinner quickly as he was really hungry and went in his room to have a shower so as to wash off his tiredness with the cool water.
After some time Asad and Dilshaad sat at the table to have their dinner.Asad glanced at the chair towards his right and his eyes softened which did not go unnoticed by Dilshaad.She placed her hand over Asad's to comfort him.
"Ammi, its only been a week that Najma got married and im missing her already."Asad said as a lone tear escaped his eye.
"Its okay to miss your sister Asad.We will talk to her after dinner, okay.Now have your dinner before it gets cold."
Asad looked at his ammi and smiled before he resumed his dinner.
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After Zoya ordered her housekeeper, Aisha, an elderly woman, that she wont have dinner today, she directly headed towards her room.She closed her bedroom door and leaned against it ,her back pressed towards it.She had tried to focus on her work all day and stay at her office as long as possible but now that she was alone, beads of sweat started forming on her forehead as the memories of her dreadful past came rushing back to her.She slowly slid down the door till her body hit the floor.She started shaking visibly and her vision blurred.She covered her face with both her hands, her phone falling down in the process.She dint know for how long she sat there.
The sudden ringing of her phone broke her trance.She picked up her phone when she saw 'Ammi calling' flash across her phone's screen.
"Zoya, beta, are you all right?"Zeenat asked in a concerned voice.
"Yesss a...ammi" Zoya tried to say it as camly as possible but failed miserably.
"Beta I know you are not feeling well.Just relax mere bacche,sab kuch thik hai.You dont have to worry."
Hearing her mother's voice calmed Zoya a bit.She spoke to her ammi for some time and then wished her good night ,not before assuring her that she was fine now.
She got up slowly with a little support from the side table just near the door. She changed into her pyjamas and tee, her usual nightdress and sat on the bed that was covered with a dark coloured bedsheet.
Her room was in complete darkness except for a ray of moonlight that seemed to be coming from a thin gap in between the dark coloured curtains. She knew she would not be able to sleep today so she took out the laptop from her bag and started looking at the details of some random project of her company.
While Zoya was awake all night in order to distract herself from her own thoughts, Asad slept peacefully after having spoken to his younger sister, Najma.
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the length of the chapters will increase as soon as my exams will be over.😆
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Edited by elenaa - 11 years ago
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