What the hell is wrong with Mr.Khan?! How can he just tell me to work overnight ?! I just don't understand these workaholics.
This is my God knows which late shift in 1 month. Yes, 1 month. It's been a month since i started working here. Working here was a pleasure. I have found good colleagues in Nikhat and friends and truthfully I didn't expect such an atmosphere for my first job. Mr.Khan was a completely different subject.
Mr.Khan was kind of difficult to handle at times. With time I have come to understand him more. If you asked me one month back about my impression on him I would probably tell you to not even go near him. He is not that rude as he seems. It's just that he never expresses his feelings and that akdu face is like a mask for him. In the past month I have been able to cope up with his temper and well...I have gained enough confidence to answer him back and point out his wrong ways though he manages to turn the tables down to me. *sigh*
I find none in the cabin which meant Mr.Khan was probably still in his conference. I clean his desk and arrange the files just as Praveen told me to. Though i have my own cabin just right of Mr.Khan's , I nearly have no time to be there.
I soon find Mr.Khan making his way to the cabin. Well..his mood didn't seem that good. I wonder if he ever is in a good mood.
A pain shoots through my head and weakens my body movement. I regain my composure soon. I guess its because i got very little sleep yesterday.
Soon office hours came to an end but that doesn't let me go to my home. I sigh as I bid my goodbyes to Nikhat ,Imraan, Farhaan , Samaira, Arif and Najma.
I enter Mr.Khan's cabin and see him gazing at what seemed like an album. I guess my presence startled him as he shut the album and keeps it in the drawer below at an instant.
I get to work as instructed by Mr.Khan. Mr.Khan goes to take his laptop and i decide to check the files that are needed urgently. Something grabs my attention and i find a red sheet sticking out of the drawer. Not able to contain my curiosity I open the drawer and take the book out. My guess was right. I was an album, covered with red cloth and golden embroidery. It seemed like a wedding album. But whose? I am about to open when Mr.Khan's angry voice doomed through the doorway.
"What do you think you are doing ,Miss.Farooqui?" Something in his voice was different. It was not the usual tone when he was angry. I guess this is for the worst.
"Mr.Khan, I was just..."
"I was just what?! Who gave you the right to go through my things? You are just my secretary not my wife!" He roared grabbing my shoulders.
"Mr.Khan.I was just curious to see.."
"Curious? Seriously Miss Farooqui? Are you always that curious about others lives? Others have a life of their own. Stop bothering yourselves with their lives. You don't know anything about life." His words echo in my mind and i find it hard to think about what's going on.
His fingers pierce my skin and tears spill out from my eyes. His words hurt more than he thought that it would.
Something in his eyes changes and he leaves my shoulders. But the anger is back in a fraction of a second as he pulls my hand and drags me through the main door.
"Just go!" He barks,anger never subsiding in his voice.
"I am sorry Mr.Khan" I try though I know I have no right.
He glares down on me and gets in the office slamming the door.
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[A/N]:- Long time no see đ See the previous post. I promise to be regular on my updates. I will try my best to update each week and if not short short updates. Do let me know your reviews and scenes you wish to see, if any. I will try to add them. :)
Love Sara â¤ď¸
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