𝐀𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐢 ❣︎𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠❣︎

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"What the fuck is this. Aese kaam karte ho tumlog? Where the hell is this architect?" His loud angry voice boomed through the luxurious cabin in top floor, making the already  frightened young man squirmed in his seat. he eyed his employer's red angry face and powerful gait who was making him scared with his tall height and muscular body. He is not going to beat him Azeem hoped with all his heart. He knew this was coming. His boss will not spare anyone who will come in between his business even unknowingly. Ibrahim continued to pace around as he eyed his employ angrily.

"Ss.....sir wo architect pta nhi kahan......... hai. Mmm......mai subah se ussey contact karne ki koshish kar........." he gulped audibly noticing his angry expression and replied fearfully.

"Koshish waah! Kya karun mai tumhari koshish ka haan. Would it compensation my loss? Bloody morons. Get a new architecture and start the work from today.  I can't face more losses because I have a bunch of good for nothing idiot's with me. "
He growled angrily and threw the paperweight on the wall making Azeem flinch as he took a shuddering breath to calm down his nerves.

"O...k sir...Sorry sir......" he gulped visibly frightened from his glaring eyes.

"Aur haan tumne us property ke owner se baat ki ya yeh bhi mujhe hi karna hoga." He raised one of his sleek eyebrow and asked sternly after drinking some water to calm himself down .
"Mai ne usse contact kiya aur kaha ki hum usey khareedne me intrested hain but... wo aadmi...... nhi maan rha. Wo Kehta hai ki.......yeh property uske dil ke bahot kareeb hai aur wo usey nhi........bechna chahta." He tried to explain calmly but looking at his boss's curled fists he knew he wasn't successful.

"Yeh middle class log bhi na. Tumne sahi keemat toh lagai thi na?"
He furrowed his brows, eyeing the frightened man with his cold gray eyes. He had his eyes on this land from a long time. He wanted to build a resort as the location was good but the stubborn owner is not agreeing.

"Sir mai ne usey kai tareeke se samjhaya lekin.......... wo nhi mana. Sorry sir mai........."

"Just get the hell out of here and don't distrub me for sometime." He rubbed his forehead frustratingly and ordered in his powerful voice. Azeem obliged with a faint ok and sprinted away from the hell hole. He took a relieved sigh and mumbled profanities about his devil of a boss.

Ibrahim removed his blazer from his muscular body and tiredly slumped in the chair. He was tired as hell after the long flight from Dubai and just wanted to sleep on his warm and comfortable bed but alas that's not possible because he is Ibrahim khan, the most famous hotelier of the city and a damn workaholic who didn't have time to eat let alone sleep. he knows only one thing and that is work, work and more work. Sighing audibly he folded his sleeves of his white shirt and began to work on his next project because competition is tough nowadays and he wanted to remained in top like always.

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After securing her long lustrous hair in a loose bun at the nape of her neck with a black clip, Sayra tied her long yellow dupatta on her petite waist and shoulder, she started drying clothes in the rooftop. She wasn't feeling well so she didn't go to university today. Their maid also didn't come today so after taking some medicine she began to do house chores because she felt useless if she won't do anything productive. Her face red from the heat as she wiped the sweat beads from her ivory forehead with her dupatta. Her hazel eyes shone with happiness after she was done with her work. Her nose pin shined brightly in the sunlight made her look more gorgeous. She hurriedly climbed down the stairs hearing zuhr azaan. She hadn't prepared food, what will her abba eat? Her anklets and bangles made sweet noises whenever she moved around into the kitchen. She hummed her favourite song in her chirpy voice without a care in the world. After cooking some chicken karahi and rice and tidying up the kitchen, she was talking with her friend. Naysa, her friend was blabbering about the boring lecture as always. Sayra laughed at her silly comments about their grumpy professor when the door bell rang. She hastily said bye and went to attend the door.