Chapter 1
Calm down sanam and take a deep breath. Deep breath! Deep breapth.
Urh, this is so not f*cking working. Why, oh why me god?
- you will do it all fine sunshine, comeon! Where is the confident you?
Spoke seher ahmed khan - my sister - sick now.
Oh, just oh why she is so tenacious.
- seher, i doubt I could do this.
My heart racing fast as hell.
- sunshine, you can't back off now! You promised me you will do it for me.
- of for god's sake seh I didnt knew it was the 'Ahil Raza Ibrahim'
- you will be just fine baby... Now gimme a hug.
I sighed and give her a quick hug.
- okay, so heres the recorder... Record the interview, these are some questions you might want and yep, make some notes. Kay? And yes, take your R8 baby.
- fine! Your soups made, have it and yes, rest well baby. Love you..
Kissing her cheeks off and taking my R8 keys, I took off for Seattle.
Stoping outside Ibrahim Enterprises Holdings, I took a deep breathe and entered the lavish building. God, this place is really grand!
I walk upto the reception.
- good evening, I'm here to interview Mr. Ibrahim.
- yes ma'am, please take the elevator on the right, its 21st floor. Mrs. Andrea will be there to guide you.
She spoke in a fluent and effective manner. I moved forward and pushed 21 and waited recalling how seher made me do it. Sigh, oh why is she so tenacious.
The elevator pinged as the door opened revealing yet another blonde.
- good evening miss khan, this is Mrs. Andrea, this way please.
I followed her to a room.
- please wait for a while Miss. Khan, Mr. Ibrahim is in a meeting. Did clare asked you for water?
- erhh.. No.
- oh, im sorry, she os new over here. Wait, I will ask someone to bring you some.
- thank you
I waited for a few moments as the blonde no. 1 came in with a glass of water, her cheeks tainted.
- thanks
she passed me the water and made her way outside.
Sipping the water, I looked around. The walls were filled with different painting. Paintings of buildings, farms, famous writers and a lots more. This man is surely into a lot of feilds.
Few minites later, a guy entered the room.
- good evening miss khan, Mr. Ibrahim is waiting.
I nodded and followed him.
Taking a deep breath, I opened the door.
You can do it Khan! Just take it cool.
And there he sat, on one of the chair, one leg resting over the other.
Oh god! He is ...
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Okay, so that was the first chapter.
This story is going to be quite much in Sanam's POV.
Please sugges a name if you could :)
looking forward for the comments!
-Directioner-
Edited by -Directioner- - 10 years ago
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