Thorns

Thorns [1]

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[X] THE ENTIRE BOOK IS WRITTEN IN A THIRD PERSON 'POV'. [X]

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Sohail Furqaan, stared at the stainless steel of the elevator. His soft features took a deep scowl as his features turned into a bitter expression. His entire body rigid and stiff. It was business to him and just business. No life or emotion, mattered to him when it came to business.

He was ruthless and a tyrant man who only listened to himself. He was feared by just anyone and everyone who came across him. And it was something he was always proud of. He knew if he hadn't been so hard on everyone, they would surely just take his business for granted and that was something he hated with a passion. Being taken for granted.

The elevator dinged as he stepped out of it. His secretary at his tail and he walked on the heavy marbled floor, taking long, strong strides that thumped loudly in the empty foyer. In a matter of minutes he was at the front of the board room. His secretary clumsily held the door open for him, which earned her a hard glare.

The moment he entered the room, all the bickering stopped and pin drop silence took over the room. Man from all over the world settled in one room always got them arguing about something. And that is something that only Sohail could handle. He was an elite and powerful, just his gaze would make anyone squirm and shiver.

"Hello, Mr. Furqaan--"

"Leave the formal introduction, I already know who you are. Just get to the point." Sohail said, waving his hand dismissively.

The man that stood up and tried to introduce himself took his hand away which he had held forward for a formal shake. He sat back down in his seat clearly embarrassed.

"Well, are you just going to watch me or are going to start with the presentation?"

Sohail was now fuming. One of the things he hated most when someone made him wait or when one wasted his time. It was already past one and he had only a few minutes until, Zohar salah would start. He would be really displeased if he had not read namaz with Jamat, which he was punctual with since his childhood.

"There is a land we have that might a be a great sight to build our next project."

"Go on," Sohail encourages.

"But there seems to be a problem, Mr. Furqaan. The land that we wanted to get hold of is now in the hands of a girl. She is only a mere age of seventeen."

"And why is that a problem. What harm could a teenager do to you. Give her a lollipop and she shall give it to you without any effort." Sohail snapped, irritation clouding his system.

"We have thought about that, sir. But she just lost her parents recently and its taking a toll on her. We went to her house quite a few times, but she was never around."

"Then track her down. I want the project started by the end of October. You have exactly two months to do that. If I don't see at least the structure of the project by then, I will make sure you will be begging on the street and trust me, I'm always true to my word." And with that Sohail left the board room with no further words.

He clenched and unclenched his fist as he left, Fire.Co. The skyscraper was one of a kind, it was built with the most expensive materials and craftsmanship in the world. It passed down to him from his father who had now retired from his old age.

By the time Zohar Namaz was done Sohail had calmed down. He felt as if a burden was lifted off his chest. His eyes felt less heavier and his walk much more smoother. He knew that it was only Namaz that gave him the tranquility and piece and none other than that.

Sohail headed home as it was lunch time. He never felt like eating from the office cafeteria because the food was not halal and well it was inappropriate for the CEO to sit with his employees to eat. He would rather go home and have a meal cooked by his own aunt instead of eating Haraam food.

When he reached the Furqaan mansion to see the front gates already open, but what surprised him more was his brothers Bentley parked on the side of the curb. Sohail was astounded to the beyond. His eyebrows knitted, and his eyes narrowed.

His brother, Aahil Furqaan was never home at lunch time. He always made sure lunch was prepared and sent to his office so that he wouldn't have to miss out from office work.

Sohail parked his Ferrari and entered the mansion. His nanny whom he called as his aunt was already waiting for his arrival with a glass of water placed on a tray. Sohail grabbed the glass of water and crouched down to the floor having his water. To him sunnats were bigger than anything. After he had finished drinking he placed it back on the tray, giving his aunt a great full smile.

"Set my lunch aunt Maya. I'm going to freshen up." He said.

"Son, would you like to have lunch in your room or would you like to have it with your older brother?" That was all she had say and a scowl appeared on Sohail's face.

"Aunty, do you have any idea why brother made an appearance out of the blue for lunch?" He asked narrowing his eyes.

"I'm afraid you'll have to find out for yourself son." She shrugged and walked away to the kitchen.

Sohail was genuinely curious but nonetheless he stomped his way up the stairs heading to his room. His loud strides echoed in the perfectly painted walls of the mansion. But then he abruptly came to halt.

Sohail took a few steps back and stopped just in front of his brother's study where he heard faintly, muffled voices. His back faced the door and his head cocked to his right shoulder as he listened to his brother talking.

"How about this, I take you you to Paris, Milan, Tokyo, USA, Dubai and many more. At the end of this month." His brother's cheery voice rang out from the little gap of the door that wasn't closed properly.

Sohail's eyes widened at the voice of his brother. He sounded happy, he could actually sense the smile on his face while he said those words. His brother was never the one to to show emotions openly and even then he was loved by the very first and last person who met him. He would not even show a glimpse of his smile to his own parents.

Sohail always envied Aahil. He saw Aahil as the perfect man. He was great in business and knew how to handle men. And to his fortune, girls and women threw themselves at him, without him having the need to even ask. But there was something he always admired about Aahil, is that he never laid his eyes on a woman before.

"Really! I would love that." He heard a soft giggle.

"Yes, really. How about we go to a fair nearby and you get to enjoy your time there." Aahil said laughing.

"Oh, thank you so much." The person said and a loud thud was heard.

Sohail immediately turned and looked through the door gap to see his older brother's face plastered with a genuine pearly smile. He assumed the thud was of him hitting the table with his back.

As a girl clinged Aahil's chest into a hug, like a baby bear to it's mother.

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A.salam.

This is a short story! It will probably end in maybe just fifteen chapters or even less.

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