T a l e o f t e a r s

T h r e e

U L A Y A W

(n.) Used to describe an intimate companion. Doesn't need to be a romantic partner but is also used to describe an intimate friend.

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The desk was a large one but it still need the space to accommodate all of the bundles of paper that were lying around. There were large stacks of contracts that need to be checked and signed, business plans to focus on, donations and charity to be given, designs that need to be approved and above all this, the C.E.O, the chairman and the director of Inaayath never took a break. Mehara Siddiquie was working non stop to finish all her work within few days, she was never a person to laze around and has now become the role model to many.

She had started her designs on online and selling them. But the designs she've created were rare and had started trending by then and many came forward to invest. Now here she is, inside a big building, in her own office room signing away all papers as the founder of Inaayath. A round frame less glasses were perched upon her tiny nose and she was constantly focusing on work until there was a soft knock on her door and came in her assistant.

"Hey boss." with a slight irritation Mehara said without looking up,

"Stop calling me that." The assistant in return giggled and said,

"But that's what you are."

"What do you want Ms. Abdu'rahiman." Mehara tried again this time and that was enough to shut up her assistant cause Mehara knows just how much her Assistant hates it and also just to make her understand the same irritation she felt. She heard her mutter under her breath, "Why did dad have to keep such a long name ?"

"Here's your wonderful schedule for today" her assistant said sarcastically and Mehara chuckled at that. Falaq Abdu'Rahiman was Mehara's best friend from college. They had been together through every tough and happy times. She was Mehara's shoulder to carry her burden and same was Mehara to Falaq, they were always inseparable.

And when Mehara wanted an assistant she had quickly gone for her and Falaq was more happy to do a job than just sit at home lazily. But Falaq was so wrong, it was more than being an assistant cause she had a hell lot of work to do, she felt as if she was second in command in the office. When Falaq was reading her schedule Mehara puts her pen down, clasps her hands together on the table and rests her chin on it while staring at her.

No doubt Falaq was a sight to behold, she had the longest of eye lashes, hazel eyes and puffy cheeks which always had some redishness, almost like blush was applied. Those cheeks were so squishable and it made more puffier with her hijab tightly wrapped around her face. Falaq had dark skin tone, but Mehara never minded it, Mehara always looked past that cause she knows just how much of a beautiful soul she has and for her Falaq was beyond beautiful.

"Phew... that's all, and don't forget ! you have a charity event to attend to, the famous charity gala."

Mehara snapped out from her thoughts and slowly nodded her head. Falaq smiled and turned to leave but before she reached the door she quickly turn around with her face looking slightly apologetic. Mehara raised her eyebrows in confusion and Falaq cleared her doubts by saying,

"He's gonna be there"

And all Mehara wished was the ground to swallow her whole.

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