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Yaman made his way straight to the studio and started recording. His friends joined him after some time and they all were surprised to see him lost in his work. They have never seen him compose and sing this quickly. He merged himself totally with music.
"Are you ok Yaman, Darlz?" Said Samia, the aspiring model from IG and his friend.
"Yeah Yeah.. I am fine. Just in a hurry to record before I lose the vibe." He said in a smooth voice even if he wanted to kick everyone out from the room. He was extremely annoyed at her voice. Any voice other than a melodic one grated on his nerves. Shoot, what was he thinking.. he groaned silently and snapped out of it.
"Are you sure, you look rather strange bro.." Bobby guaffed and Yaman's eyebrow went up at their behaviour.
He was pretty chilled about his work. But then he never had that drive that he got today. He pushed everything out of his mind and decided not to reply and continue recording.
They both exchanged a look and left after a bit and Yaman soon joined them in the backside of haveli where they soaked infront of the pool.
They both were having a heated discussion.
"What happened guys?" He asked to which Samia went on a rant.
"There was this girl sitting here a few moments ago with a book. Bobby asked her who she is, she just jumped, can you beleive it? like what the f** bro, she covered her face like a behenji and she slapped bobby. That bitch can you beleive this. I wanted to slap her back but then your grandmaa came instead giving us a lecture. We are not here to be treated like this.." She said furiously to which he raised his eyebrows.
"That's odd, my grandmaa is pretty chill. Must be the maid's daughter spewing venom about you both. I will go have a quick word with her .." He said to which Samia and Bobby exchanged a look.
"What it was a maid's daughter? with that attitude? wtf.." Bobby said standing up.
"Oh come on Yaman. There is no need, we are not here to cause problems. Let's hangout now that you are finally out of your funky mood." Samia said dropping the subject altogether and he shrugged infront of them but he was boiling at the inside.
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Omaiza sat in her room on the bed shaking. Her hands trembled and she felt dirty somehow. She sobbed thinking about that man's gaze and touch.
Oh Allah why? she wasn't even pretty. Nobody liked her apperance in the village. It's only when she started to hide her face men were more curious to see what was underneath.
Najaf begum entered and sighed at the sight of the girl.
"Stop crying beta. It's ok. Don't be guilty about hitting that idiot. I will throw them all out including Yaman. He can always go to his parents. He looks more similar to his mother than my upbringing anyway this time.." She said sadly to which Omaiza immediately cleaned her tears.
"Bari amma I don't want any problems because of me. Let's forget about this. I have to go to hospital and visit my mother. I don't know if baba has eaten or not.." Omaiza had tons of issues rather than concentrating on rich biggots.
"Oh about that, I have already sent food to the hospital with driver, don't worry about that actually I wanted to give you a job opportunity." She said smiling radiantly.
"Job opportunity?" Omaiza whispered.
"Yes my dear, the day has finally come. I have always seen myself in you. Now that you have graduated I want to appoint you as my managing director. I am runing various schools, charities and other organisations. I want you to manage them now. I want you to start with a charity function hapening in this haveli after a week. I want you to organise it. Furthermore, I want you to shift here permanently as I will be trasferring most of my workload to you. I cannot manage this much workload at my age." Najaf begum said and patted her shoulder.
