Sifar - A Collection Of Desi Short Stories

🌺 Paradise -2 🌺

The soft music was fluttering through the folks, surrounding every nook of the hall. The luxurious hotel chain was owned by Azaan Qureshi and today is the annual formal dinner for the shareholders, along with get-togethers for employees. A violinist and pianist at the corner of the hall doused the people with the sweet melody.

Zimal made her way in between people. The hotel chain manager who was a woman in his thirties was quite excited about the owner visiting. "Mr Qureshi will like the arrangements?" The woman clasped her fingers and ask hopefully. Zimal rolled her eyes, why the hell is everyone so bent to please that bastard!

"Sure, The lighting of the stage is a little bright for his liking. Please fix it!" She fake smiled at the manager as she runs to do that.

"Miss Mustafa!" She hears him calling her as she strides to him, where he was standing with his business associates. She greets them professionally before turning toward him.

"Did you check everything again?" He asked to which she nodded, standing beside him.

"These are the people who will cooperate with us on our new project. Guide them thoroughly! "

"I will mail the blueprint as well handed over to you all as a hard copy. Is it alright? "

"That will be good! Azaan, You got such an efficient assistant " The young man, whom she can recognise as Rudra Singhaniya commented. Being in business, she might not know people on the personal basis but recognize most of them.

"My secretary informed me that she even got Mishras to lower the prices. It's commendable!" Rudra further complimented as his hands reached for hers but she backed off.

"Thank You, Mr Singhaniya. I will be taking your leave then. I have a lot of work on my hands" She stood two steps away from him and hesitantly said. What a rascal!

One thing she admires about Azaan Qureshi is that he never made her feel uncomfortable in his presence. He can be a bastard for making her overwork, but there was not one day in the last two years when he crossed his line.

" Miss Mustafa, Take me back to the suite. I will join you all during the speech on stage later" His face was devoid of any smile as he glared at Rudra. She nodded and walked behind him to the elevator.

"I told them to change the lighting " She pressed the elevator button while he keep standing.

"Okay," He muttered, rubbing his forehead.

When the elevator reached the top floor, she immediately insert the key and gestured for him to go inside.

" All things are cleaned completely on your orders and all the supplies were exactly as your choice. Do tell me if you need anything else?"

"Choose the outfit!" He said taking out his jacket and hanging it on the stand. Zimal glanced at the first option, a beige coat and the second one a charcoal grey. She picked up the grey jacket and gave it to him. The grey jacket and white shirt can enhance his blue eyes more. He slips into the charcoal grey coat while fixing his collar.

"I will go and manage things downstairs. You should rest! " She muttered.

"Zimal" He called her. Zimal's steps falter for a while. This is the second time he called her by her name, he doesn't prefer it. This means he is clearly furious.

"Did you deliver the flowers to Mrs Qureshi on my behalf?" Azaan asked, pacing near to her.

"Uhh.....I" Her hands become cold.

"Did I tell you to do that?" He yelled, moving dangerously close to her.

"It was her birthday" She mumbled looking down.