Iztiraar

3.

Allah does not change people until they change themselves

A black coffee" she ordered for the 10th time. He gave a respective nod and marched to bring a cup of coffee for her. Grabbing a cup of coffee, he was marching to her cabin, when his phone buzzed he slides to answer. It was his sister's call. Talking to his sister for around 15 mins. He ended the call. He marched to her cabin.

He entered her cabin and placed the coffee mug on the table. She straighten her spine and looked at him with no emotion.

"15 mins, u wasted my 15 mins, Mr. Bodyguard" she said calmly yet dangerously.

"Sorry ma'am" he said emotionless, yet rolling his eyes. Though his glasses were on. She clenched her jaw.

"Don't roll your eyes at me" she said gritting her teeths.

He sighed and again said sorry and picked up the coffee mug to bring a fresh one. She felt soo satisfied after ordering him and hearing sorrys in a row.

He mentally rolled his eyes and went to get a cup of coffee.

After her coffee, she had 3 meetings back to back. He too followed her quietly and stood in a corner. As she was the representing the meeting. He could see jow all the men were ogling her with lust.

"Bss karo chacha aankhe na gir jjaye nikal kar" Aurad whispered to an old man. Who was ogling her with pure lust.

The old man glared him. Aurad was getting bored now. While Juman's eyes were on his each move now. Juman sat on her chair. Aurad took his position behind her now.

The old man smiled at her and kept his hand on Juman's thigh. Aurad mentally smriked. "Ye marne wala h" and true to his words, Juman pierced the sharp pen on his hand. The old man whinced in pain.

"If u all are done ogling me with pure lust, i would like to hear what I just said" she said smirking and all the men were tensed now. Juman was a toughest business woman.

"Lets start with you Mr. Michael" she said pointing at the middle one. He gulped nervously and stood up. Aurad was enjoying this show now. Juman smiled evily.

"Mr. Bodyguard do you know what happens to bad people when they die" she asked innocently to him.

Aurad chuckled and composed, "they retire to hell ma'am" he said being emotionless.

Juman laughed, making Michael shiver now. She stood up and Michael's soul was ready to leave his body now!

Aurad wanted to laugh soo hard at this. But Michael panicked and removed a gun to shot her. But Aurad was fast enough to pull her back, and he flipped a kick on Michael's face. His body hits the ground and he went unconscious.

Juman looked at Aurad who was eyeing each one of them with doubt. His side profile seems so furnished, sauve and hot. This man radiants a power, energy and positive attitude.

With a swift motined he aimed a vase in her direction. She stood there with confused gaze and the vase hits a bulky man who was Michael's bodyguard. He was on the floor with blood ozing from his head now. Juman raised her eyebrows, clapping slowly.

"That was awesome now" she said appreciating. He sighed and ran his hand in his hair.

"Ma'am its not safe here, lets go" he said leading the way to her. She smiled and waved bye to the man.

She marched back to her cabin giggling. He was confused why was she so happy. After a minute her father entered her cabin with pure anger.

"Apki ek bewakufi se, we lost a 250 crore deal!" He yelled with pure rage.