Obsession (सनक)

Haseena

A woman in her 30s looking ravishing in white pant suit was walking across the hallway of her office  holding some papers between her fingers.

People definitely had their eyes on her but her eyes were looking straight towards one particular person. That person was unsure of what he had done now. But having no choice he was waiting for the ticking time bomb to be blast anytime soon on him.

"Ma'am cabin se bahar nikalke idhar aayi hai riya!!!Koi marne wala hai definitely..."

Sara whispered in her colleague's ears to which riya nodded her head agreeing in fear. Whole staff wasn't sure what will happen but they knew whatever is that it won't be good for any one of them.

"Rakesh Kumar, Age 32 years old has degree in arts and culture known to be good in composing soothing music Am I right?"

That woman said in stern voice stopping in the middle of her staff.

"Yes ma'am absolutely..."

Rakesh answered bowing his head down. He knew something definitely isn't right about her boss exaggerating his skills.

"Since how many years you have been working here Mr Rakesh?", Boss asked.

"Almost been 5 years ma'am..", Rakesh answered

"Being talented student and then working under one of the successful company for so long... and still you succeeded making this disaster?"

Boss said while throwing the project paper on Rakesh's face. She then turned around towards her cabin before handing him the last paper..

"I don't need such idiots in my company.. Jate wqt apne account clear karke jana.."

And she walked away leaving the termination letter of the employee with everyone else taking sign of relief that it wasn't them today. Celebrating another lucky day of their life.

Haseena Malik isn't just the name of boss of India's biggest music industry but herself is a brand. Usually they say making good music is what makes your company successful but other companies had been competing in between to becoming like Raag Industry.

She was indeed an inspiration for young generation becoming successful business woman at the age of 21 and then running a successful music company for almost 9 years now. Haseena was the first and only owner of music industry who knew how to sing and compose music on her own. She was indeed a skilled artist yet she chose to form a business rather than following her passion. Reason? Noone knows...

"Ham keh rahe hai jaldi resign kar dete hai isse pehele kisi din ham dono bhi beizzat karke nikale jaye riya.."

Sara said getting back to her work to her colleague and best friend.

"Areh yai company mai kam karne ke liye log salon mehnat karte hai.. Aur tu chahti hai ham asehi chorde? Mana wo thodi disciplined hai strict hai but wo jaha hai wahatak pohchane ke liye banna padta hai sara.."

Riya answered taking her seat.

"I don't pay you fools to chit chat here.... If that's what you're good at then that's the exit door and termination letter is in my cabin.. just fill up your name on it.."

HM said standing at the corner of their cubicle looking fiercely towards two ladies.

"So sorry ma'am won't happen again.."

Both said in unison.

"If you're truly sorry then it must not happen again.."

HM smirked sarcastically and left from their.

Both of them exchanged scaring look as if asking each other when did she come and heard them. Afterwards got back to their work.

Riya was secretary of HM since last six month it was a record of her being in the position for so long as no other one was ever able to do secretary job for more than two months with Haseena Mailk.

HM was in her cabin doing her daily work with no expression on her face when someone knocked on it.

"If it's not important leave from there or else you will go along with your termination letter.."

HM said without looking at who is the person.

"Ha kyu nahi jiss hisab se tu logoke sath rehti hai ek din apni maa ko bhi terminate karne hi wali thi.."

SM said getting inside angrily putting the lunch box table infront of couch in cabin. HM squeeze her eyes in irritation that why didn't she look up again before talking.

"Ammi aapko kitni bar bola hai hamare company na aaya kare.. ham wqt se ghar aa jate hai na aur khana kisi aur ke hath bhijwa sakti hai aap.."

HM said sitting beside her mother on couch. SM just looked at her daughter in disbelief and opened the lunch box without answering anything.

Both had their lunch without any conversation. HM doing her work while eating. While SM looking at her daughter's cold behavior which seems to be increasing day by day. Other wise she never had seen her daughter ignoring talking with her while eating.

"Chaliye ammi hamara ho gaya aap khatam karle ham driver ko bol denge aapko ghar chorde. Hame kam hai ham jate hai.."

HM didn't wait for any response and left taking her handbag.

Outside the company...

HM was walking towards her car while someone's voice disturbed her walk.

"Kya bat hai?  Aaj bhi hamari aawaj se ruk jati hai aap toh Haseena.."

The girl said now walking towards HM. She didn't know where to run as if someone might have tied her on the spot. Her fist were clenched and her body was shivering like hell. No one at the moment would believe that it's the same HM who can make anyone scared to death.

Somehow she managed to step forwards and ran from the place before the girl could catch her. The girl just smiled deviously and left the place.

HM sat inside her car suffocating breathing heavily. She took out her medicine and took them in one go. To which her body calmed down after a while.

"Ma'am aap thik toh hai..?", Driver asked getting worried about her boss.

"Mind your own business aur chalo yahase hame late hona pasand nahi...", HM answered getting in her usual form.

And they left.

So yeah here is another story✌🏻✌🏻

Actually this one is quite different from the usual genre I prefer to write. I always wanted to try psych thriller so here it is. Hope everyone will like this new change.

Also about updating SAFAR.. I will try to update it soon.

Till then have fun reading❤️✌🏻