Ok guys here is part 1! 😊 Hope u guys like it and plz do leave comments and feedback! Would love to read what u guys thought of it! Also one quick thing, This is not the first time Sanam has seen Aahil, when and where you will find out in the future! 😉 Enjoy reading!! 😉
Jaadu hai nasha hai... madhoshiyan,
Tujhko bhulake aab jaaon kaha.
Dekhti hai jis tarah se tere nazare... mujhe,
Main khud ko chupaaon kaha.
Jaadu hai nasha hai... madhoshiyan,
Tujhko bhulake aab jaaon kaha ❤️
Sanam was getting late. Abu had asked her to come before lunchtime so they could go to their favorite restaurant just a few blocks away from the office. Sanam quickly adjusted her scarf and dropped off her files into her cabin. Sanam loved to wear traditional outfits with a western touch. It allowed her to keep her own style while maintaining the decorum of the office. Sanam looked at her watch, she hated being late. Abu said he would wrap up his last meeting early just so they can get to the restaurant before lunchtime and place their orders quickly. As Sanam made her way through the busy office towards the main cabin, she passed by Azhar's messy cubicle as he tried to stop her. Sanam didnt notice his frantic hand gestures and stepped right on his spilled coffee. Before Sanam knew it she felt one of her legs slide forward. She gasped trying to hold on to something but the ends of the cubicle were out of her reach. Sanam closed her eyes preparing to hit the ground hard and to hear laughter all around the office. But the effect and sound never came because a pair of muscular arms grabbed her just in time. Her fingers grasped onto the soft material of a shirt. She knew Azhar would never catch her. He was slow as hell! And his shoulder cannot be this hard and muscular. Sanam slowly opened her eyes preparing for the worst.
Surprisingly, her eyes met the most intense pair of dark orbs, looking at her intrigued, mystified and almost enchanted. His glare made her get goosebumps up her arms. She felt like she was drowning into the black sea of his eyes. Junoon plays... It was almost as if time had stopped. Suddenly she heard Azhar exclaim, "Sanam are you ok!" It broke the spell. She looked past the eyes and scanned the face. "Let me go" she suddenly said through gritted teeth.
Aahil Raza Ibrahim! She was in the arms of Aahil Raza Ibrahim. How disgusting!
Thirty minutes earlier...
Badtameezi ki ek had hota hai Mr. Ibrahim. Main yaha tameez se iss deal ko finalize karne ki koshish kar raha hu aur aap hum dono ka kaam aur mushkil kar rahe hai. Main usually last minute kisi se nahi milta phir bhi maine aapko ek mauka diya. Lekin mujhe lagta hai ke maine galti kardiya.
"Shayad aap theek keh rahe hai Mr. Ahmed Khan. Aap shaayad hum dono ka waqt barbaad kar rahi hai iss bhashan se."
"Mr. Ibrahim! I understand ke hum dono ek business setting par hai lekin aap yeh mat bhuliye ke main umar mein aapse bara hoon." Asad was losing his patience.
He pinched the bridge of his noise. Twenty minutes into the conversation and this young man, who happened to be one of the top upcoming businessmen in Bhopal was giving him a headache. Tameez ka toh zamana hi chala gaya. Aaj kal ke generation respect lafz ko bhul hi gaye hai. Maine inn tees saalon ke career mein kisi se itni badtameezi se baat nahi ki, thought Asad. Asad had never dealt with the late Nawab Raza Ibrahim but his son had called a last minute meeting at Dilshad Constructions to offer one of his ancestral properties to their company in order for them to design and build a hotel on it. Asad had refused but Zoya had persuaded him and in the end, he had to give in to his Ms. Farooqi who was now for twenty five years, his Mrs. Khan. As usual his Ammi agreed with Zoya. Their younger twin Seher had taken her Ammi and Badi Ammi's side claiming that cracking a deal with the Chote Nawab would mean bringing an even better reputation than the firm already had. His elder daughter Sanam tossed her twin a distasteful look and was dead against it. She was mortified that they were dealing with the Chote Nawab whom she claimed had a reputation that she would rather not talk about and was even more upset at his unprofessionalism of not going through the proper procedures.
Hearing this Zoya threw him one of her "Allah miya whats wrong with you and your daughter Mr. Khan", looks as Asad shrugged and smiled inwardly knowing he would have to manaao his wife tonight. But it was true, Sanam reminded Asad so much of himself, disciplined, punctual and dignified. She definitely was full of fun, but only around close friends and family. Asad himself had so much fun with his brother Ayaan during their younger days. Ayaan moved to London a while back but Asad was glad Seher and Sanam shared the same bond. Seher was just like her mom and a bit like her chachu. Seher had followed her mother's footsteps into computer technology while Sanam studied finance and business.
They both had graduated college and now Sanam joined Asad in DS and he couldn't be happier. His daughter was the perfect person to take his position in the future. Asad smiled wickedly thinking about how tough she would be on his competitors. His little girl was feisty like her mom and stubborn like her dad. She was quite a difficult combo. Presently, Asad wished she was here during this meeting. She would definitely give Ibrahim a piece of her mind. On second thoughts, Asad would not want either one of his princesses near this prince, his reputation largely preceded him. But business wise, Asad had to admit, Aahil Raza Ibrahim knew how to crack a deal.
"Listen Mr. Ibrahim, you may be the Nawab of Bhopal but I run my firm by my own rules. I will not compromise on anything. This firm runs under the name of my mother Dilshad Ahmed Khan and I take great pride in it. I have quoted our standard price and I am sure you have many other options. If you dont agree to these terms, you can contact other firms who will happily work for the price you want. But we dont use cheap quality material since the safety of the public and our repuation is in question here. As far as I am concerned there is nothing more to say." Asad rolled his eyes seeing the young man laugh.
"Your quite a businessman Mr. Ahmed Khan. Honesty and integrity is hard to find. Also lets just say I have respect for mothers in general and would not want to tarnish your company's name." Asad was a little shocked at the slight change in his voice.
"I never said to use cheap quality material. Actually the price you quoted is significantly higher than other companies but since Dilshad Constructions is so highly reputable I decided to give it a chance. Looks like you dont reduce to your price under any circumstances. Honestly I dont mind as long as the end result is profitable. When it comes to money, that has never been an issue."
Asad gave him a look of disapproval. Wealth really made people fail to value money. Asad had a tough childhood growing up and he definitely knew its value. Not knowing where one's next meal would come from was not a pleasant feeling. But being a heir to a Nawab, one would never find out. "Look Mr. Ibrahim, I need to speak to my consultants and my fiancial advisor. If the deal is beneficial to our firm, I will let you know." Asad responded curtly.
He wanted this trouble out of his office. It was almost lunchtime and he was taking Sanam to their favorite restaurant. He definitely needed to order desert today. Zoya and Seher would be interested to know what happened and he definitely did not want to elaborate. Only Sanam would understand.
"Ok Mr. Ahmed Khan. It would be wonderful to do business with your firm. Your designs are wonderful and our land is situated in a very profitable location. It would definitely be beneficial to expanding your network and reputation. I am sure your advisors would be in favor of this deal," the young man responded with so much over confidence that Asad wanted to cancel the deal at the very moment.
But he controlled himself. Being an architect, he has handled so many picky and cranky clients along with these rich arrogant businessmen. Asad Ahmed Khan was a man of principle and with a polite smile he got up signaling that the meeting was over.
"My P.A will contact you with further information Mr. Ibrahim." He led the young man out of his office as Aahil responded "Okay" in a very carefree manner. Asad rolled his eyes and sighed "Aaj kal ke generation. Thank god meri bacche aise nahin hain." Asad decided to call Ammi, Zoya and Seher for lunch as well. He needed some family time and maybe some silly shayaris by Mrs. Khan.
Back to present time...
Aahil Raza Ibrahim! She was in the arms of Aahil Raza Ibrahim. How disgusting! She would be lucky if this didn't make front page news with some dirty headline. She would never want to tarnish her image and her parent's reputation with something silly like this. "Of course Azhar I am fine! How could you be so clumsy! Who spills coffee like this! Anyone could have gotten hurt!"
Sanam shook her head as Azhar made an sad apologetic face. She forgave him and started to walk away. Sanam stopped briefly and turned. She looked straight at the man before her. "Thank you for your help," Sanam said curtly. She had to admit he was even better looking up close. Add to that the confused and then amused look on his face. He was almost cute? Hot? No! Wait! What was she thinking. He was none of that! He was just trouble and more trouble. She was about to leave when she caught him smirking slightly. Was he making fun of her!
"I recall thanking you and unless you need to speak to someone in the office, the exit is straight down the hall, to your right."
"Strange style you have of thanking someone who just saved you a lot of pain, Ms?" With a naughty gleam in his eyes.
"Is this your sorry excuse of flirting? Well sorry to burst your bubble but I'm definitely not one of those to fall for cheap tricks. As for the pain, we have high tolerance level unlike your kind. The slightest cut probably has everyone freaking out over you," Sanam replied sarcastically.
For a second, she felt she saw something clouding over his eyes. Anger? It looked as if she hit some target with her comment. But before she could ponder anymore he quickly masked it with nonchalence. Sanam chided herself for standing in the middle of her office and talking to Mr. ARI.
She started to walked away when she heard, "itna guroor. I like it!" That stopped her in her tracks. The words replayed over and over in her mind. It was kind of sexy how his "r"s rolled and his "i"s drawled, not to mention his voice. Wait! No! Sanam was losing her mind. Sanam looked around. Everyone had quickly gotten back to wrok. No one had heard him but her. Their office, under Abu's tough supervision was surprisingly one that didn't gossip much. They were like a well knit family. Sanam never threw her weight around for being the boss' daughter nor did they treat her any different. The employees were paid well and treated with utmost respect by the Khan family and they always returned the feeling. Today, for one, Sanam was really glad that office gossip was minimal otherwise things would have turned ugly with the way she nearly indulged in a public argument with Chote Nawab. But just to be safe she grabbed his arm and led him towards the exit. Sanam looked up to see the shocked pair of eyes look at her. Why was he so shocked? For a man who was known for his sexual encounters with various women, a girl grabbing his arm was nothing. Unless he was wondering how she got the courage to do that. Honestly, Sanam wanted him and his flirtatious comments away from her, her office and if possible Bhopal! Touching him was making her feel strange, maybe she was just grossed out, but anything to get him to leave!
"Whoa arent you taking this a bit too far. I mean I like fast girls but this-" He looked at her in mock horror.
"Do you have problems understanding simple instructions? I recall telling you how to exit the building. But looks like you need some aid. Rather than calling the guards and causing a scene, I decided to escort you out. This is not my guroor but my zimmedari Mr. whoever you are," Sanam replied with exreme sarcasm. She had let go of his arm and was walking ahead of him. She didn't want to boost his already inflated ego by calling him by his name, although obviously all of Bhopal knew the Chote Nawab.
"Aahil Raza Ibrahim, I dont think I need to tell you more" he said with an air of arrogance as they approached the door. Sanam narrowed her eyes and shook her head in disbelief. This man was so arrogant. Just because you are a Nawab, you cannot treat others with so much slight. Sanam had no idea how his family lived with him!
"You really don't. Your name and reputation definitely precedes you. Now whatever you said to me inside makes perfect sense. I should have expected worse. But yes, Abu did mention having a meeting with you.
"Abu?"
"Yes Mr. Asad Ahmed Khan," Sanam replied proudly.
"Your Abu? Mr. Ahmed Khan?" He asked in a slightly shocked voice. "Now that makes a lot of sense. No wonder you make quick judgements. Now I should just wait for your bhashan on tameez," he added under his breath.
But Sanam had heard him and it ended her patience right then and there. No one made fun of her Abu and got away with it.
"Excuse me! What do you know about me or my father to speak of us like this! How dare you disrespect him. First of all, he is older than you and secondly, your in a business deal with him. From where did you get the audacity to make such a personal comment!" Sanam tried to keep her voice as low as possible.
"Aww daddy's little advocate. Look your the one causing a scene. I was just kidding." Aahil rolled his eyes and Sanam could sense irritation in his voice. Honestly she wasn't feeling any better.
"Your in my office and I have politely thanked you and asked you to leave. And I am the one causing a scene?"
"Your office? Are you going to complain to daddy and get this deal canceled?" He gave her a icy glare as she felt her face burning with anger.
"Nope I wont stoop so low. Unlike you, I don't enjoy wasting my father's time nor his money. I work for him as an employee would. Not because I am any less important to him but because I actually value his hard work and effort. But how would a rich spoiled brat like you understand! I am sure your parents just threw some money your way and you were happy. But for me my parents are my pride and I am their's. The world thrives on money but we as individuals rely on the love of our family. But unfortunately, only money talks for you. How about I make a deal with you. To never show me your face. I am sure no girl has ever made this kind of a deal with you. Of course you dont need money, but a deal is a deal. Tell me how should we go about this?" She gave him a look of pure digust.
She saw him flinch but his face didn't gave away anything. "No one speaks to me like this. Especially an ordinary girl like you. I can buy out 10 firms like this in a day. Don't say anything that you will regret later on" He gave her a menacing look. But Sanam was far from scared. She was too angry to notice anything.
"What will you do? Hurt me? Harm our company? You have money and power. But we run this firm with integrity. Do whatever you want. But legally you cannot harm us. All you know is how to destroy right! Go ahead try! But trust me what I have as my strength, you will never understand its value. My parents wont let anything bad happen to me! They will protect me no matter what! My father worked his entire life to make this firm successful, we will never let it fall! Do whatever you want! I have my family, my faith and my honesty with me!"
Sanam knew she was overreacting but he for one had no right to disrespect her, her family and hard working people in general. Being Chote Nawab did not give him authority to cross the line.
"That was an excellent speech. Lets see if it helps you or this firm in the future. But lets just say I am being kind and sparing you. I have better things to do in life. Honestly, neither this firm nor you are worth my time."
"Yes I am sure you have much better things to do in life. But have you ever wondered what your worth? You are what you are because your the nawab's son! All the girls that flock around you, its only because your pockets are full and the media adores you. Otherwise they would not even care! You love to show off your women! But have you wondered if they even care about you. Do they even know the basics about your likes and dislikes. If anyone cares to!" Sanam was breathing hard by now. It would have looked like a full fledged fight to any onlooker. She had no idea why she had gotten so personal. But maybe this was pent up anger that was finally coming out.
She was glad no one saw this. They were away from the security cameras. Abu would have been worried had he seen this, but Sanam needed to give Aahil Raza Ibrahim a piece of her mind. She had waited too long for this moment. Nothing affects Aahil Raza Ibrahim anyway. She finally looked at him, calming herself, waiting for some nasty reply. But instead he gave her a look that stooped her breath for a second. He didn't look angry. He looked as if she had gashed open some wound. There was shock and disbelief mixed with pain and hurt in his eyes. It was as if each word she said was the truth! For a second the mask had completely fallen, in front if her, a stranger. Sanam was shocked and honestly a little scared. She knew he wasn't going to take this easy. As Aahil took a few steps back and stormed out of the office doors, Sanam wondered. Had she gone too far?
Preview for Part 2:
Khan family lunch/ Sanam sulks
Seher meets a handsome stranger at the mall/ He gives her a lift
Rehan scores brownie points with the parents/ Aahil drowns himself in alcohol
Edited by Raingoddess - 10 years ago
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