Perfectly Imperfect

Chapter One

"Log Humari Zindagi Ka Aik Safha Parh Kar Poori Kitab Khud Hi Likh Lete Hain."

Translation:"People Read One Page Of Our Life And Write The Whole Book Themselves."

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"Now I want you to proofread this file and make a presentation on it for the meeting. And I want it done by lunchtime."

The voice declared.

The voice that belonged to her boss. The very voice which made everyone in that office shudder in fear when heard. Everyone but her. And today, the effect was the same. Even more so, it seemed. Because today, she wasn't even paying attention to what her boss was saying.

"Miss Khan."

No answer.

"Miss Khan!"

"Yes sir?"

"I want you to proofread this file and make a presentation on it by lunchtime. Is it clear?"

"Yes sir."

She replied.

And with that she exited his office towards her table to fulfill the assigned task. Though completing it by lunchtime was an impossible task as it was only two and a half hours away, she was going to try to do it anyway.

Asmara Khan was a young lady of twenty-two. With her sky-blue eyes and chocolate brown hair, she was a welcome sight. Asmara had completed her bachelor's in computer science and was an employee in New York City's leading company, KHAN ENTERPRISES. She had done exceptionally well in that particular field. And by exceptionally well, I meant Graduated Top of her Class. That became the reason she was interning in this hell, as quoted by Asmara herself. For she never liked working there. Or as one should say, never liked her boss.

Azaan Khan, the Founder and CEO of his company, KHAN ENTERPRISES. A successful young man of twenty-nine. His grey eyes and black hair have girls swooning over him. Every girl. Except for her. Or as she says. For she did feel attracted towards him when they first met. When her sky-blue eyes met his stormy grey pair, she could've sworn she had seen those pair of grey somewhere but couldn't pinpoint where or when.

It wasn't as if she hated him, she just did not like him. Maybe because she always got scolded by him for no reason at all. She was always at the receiving end of his anger, one way or the other. Or maybe because of what he said that day about her that made her dislike him all the more. He did apologize afterwards, but the damage had already been done.

"Call Miss Khan in my office."

He said through the receiver.

His PA did his bidding and went to call her who was lost in making the presentation, completely unaware of the time or the upcoming storm. On hearing her being called on, she went inside only to stop herself from throwing up. Daneen Mirza. Oh, she so wanted to murder that girl. And why wouldn't she? She strutted the earth as if it belonged to her father. Her parents own a multimillion-dollar company and have an airline. Being the only child, Daneen was spoiled rotten, so much that she had become a brat. She wanted everything and she got everything. But that was not the thing that irked Asmara. It was the fact that whenever she came inside his office, she acted as if every employee was her slave and leaving their tasks and assignments to do what she ordered was essential if you do not want to be executed.

"You called sir?"

Calming herself down, she asked.

"Miss Khan it is an hour past Lunchtime. Where is the presentation."