Fizah

حملہ|Hamla

"آنکھ سے دُور سہی دل سے کہاں جائے گا"

Fizah was positive that her day was going to be stretched long from the moment Zahid rushed to sit next to her. She had barely escaped Hamza and Ayda by ignoring their calls after sneaking out of her place. It was the first time she ghosted out on two important people in her life- the ones that had been acting as life support since she was sixteen.

Her hands fiddled with the straps of her bag under the desk as she watched her boss getting on Sarfaraz's nerves who decided to answer back to everyone patiently. She feared what he might do with the looks he was giving to Sarfaraz. The looks of victory and the looks of winning over. She had no idea what that was about. His fingers tapped on the desk in a rhetorical manner, it was as though he meant to say I'm not here to give a fuck about you. His gaze fixed on the file he had.

She tugged on his sleeves, "Aapne kuch nahi bolna?" She didn't meet his eyes and kept her gaze on the white screen. Not paying attention to Sarfaraz's speech that echoed in the almost empty hall. Most of the people he had turned to, turned their backs on him. No one was going to help if the dominant himself was not willing to lend a hand in help.

"Bolna hota to kabka bol deta," He chided, taking his phone out to type something and showing it to her.

I have an image, let me keep it.

Fizah snorted at the notepad text. Image? What image had he been on about? Must be the one for being arrogant and pulling a straight face to keep everyone away.

The thought disturbed Fizah as she tried to go till the roots, "Image, my ass." She mumbled loud enough for him to hear. It must have been a blow in the gut since it was the first time he heard her swear at something.

"Words should be chosen carefully in workplaces, Silver." He hissed, swivelling closer to her seat. The white screen went off and the lights were turned on. A small smirk lifted the corners of his lips as he saw Sarfaraz walking around to his chair.

"This will be fun." He muttered to himself but she heard him anyway.

"You won't do anything, sir." Her eyes widened in terror, seeing her boss in a rather different personality.

"Who said I won't? I'm definitely here for some fun." He said to her before turning his attention to the board members.

"Haramzaada." It left from her mouth without her knowing. He gave her a mean look.

"Gentlemen, that will be all for today's conference. I hope Mr Qadri will have everything ready by the end of today. Just a favorable project will be enough for us." Zahid added. The members greeted him and Sarfaraz on their way out.

Sarfaraz was very well aware of the fact that Zahid did not attend the meeting to see the presentation he made after running away from him but to confirm the deal he had had with the bank. He knew Zahid was not going to go back on his words now. He knew that the board members came only because of Zahid. He also knew that no matter how many times Waseem Adnan stained his son's reputation, the people in the industry would still run behind Zahid for a project.

Nothing was making sense to the woman who sat silently without interrupting the battle the two had been fighting with silent actions. All that she knew was Sarfaraz turned his back on Zahid when he needed the former to help but by what she saw, this was not just for the betrayal. The thing between Zahid and Sarfaraz was old, raw and had depth.

"You don't have anything to offer me, do you?"

"Firstly, You don't get to drop honorifics. Secondly, I do. I do have something to offer you but I don't think you can take it," He paused for a moment to examine his reaction. Sarfaraz's eyes lit up with a ray of hope– hope that Zahid was breaking and the hope that was going to be shattered, "A constant breath of pain for leaving me on the road."