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Omaiza was sitting in front of a very famous event planner in Islamabad. Omaiza was dressed in a simple black trouser, black long shirt, stiched simply with no lace, embroidery or any print. A black shawl covering her head. She sat nervously as the interiors screamed money and she somehow knew she wasn't dressed appropriately for it.
"And who are you? Are you Mrs. Sethi's help?" The designer entered her office dressed in ripped jeans and a designer blouse.
She inquired genuinely however Omaiza felt as if someone threw a bucket of ice water over her.
"I am Omaiza, Najaf Sethi's assitant. She sent you a message about me taking over from her." Omaiza said in a voice that wasn't too confident.
"Oh my appologies, I will just check my phone now.." The planner said not convinced and her eyes widened after a bit.
"Oh well hello dear, I'm Tayyaba. Let's discuss the details.." The event planner started discussing details from a file on her Macbook ignoring who was infront of her altogether.
What the Sethi's wanted, they got. Who was she to question them.
Once Tayyaba knew what Omaiza's role was going to be in the event. She turned on the professional mode. After a while tayyaba halted the discussion watching the girl apprehensively.
"Omaiza can I say something, if you don't mind?" Tayyaba inquired and Omaiza winced internally but nodded her head.
"I assume this is your first stop to get the details for the event. But if you are going to be Najaf Sethi's assistant, you can't dress like that.." Tayyaba said watching her up and down.
"I cannot dress like you miss Tayyaba —" Omaiza said in a whisper starring at the floor and then sighed as if surrendering her fate.
"I don't want you to dress like me darling. Nobody is going to care about eastern or western wear, what they do care however is that if you are Najaf Sethi's assitant you are going to be handsomely paid. You cannot dress in rags. The suit color is faded darling.." Tayyaba said wincing and Omaiza flushed from embarassment.
"I... i.." Omaiza opened and closed her mouth. Her hands trembling, she had never felt this humiliated before.
"Listen, people aren't going to be kind to you. This is a circle of filthy rich people, Najaf Sethi's event is going to be filled to the brim with elites. I want you to dress more appropriately for yourself. Ask for advance and visit the places I tell you to. I am going to ring some places for you. You will feel much better afterwards, trust me." Tayyaba said smilingly and Omaiza had tears in her eyes.
"Why you are being this kind to me?" Omaiza asked in a low whisper watching the table surface.
"Because I was once dressed in faded clothes as well and maybe you can give me a favour or two as well when the time comes. You may not realise it yet, but you are no ordinary assitant. " Tayyaba said winking and Omaiza sat in deep thoughts while she organised everything.
The next day after discussing the event with Najaf begum she requested a day off and made her way to the city with the list in her hand.
She didn't recognise the names on the list. First stop however was the hospital. Doesn't matter what Najaf begum said, her parents were her responsability.
She was sitting in the hospital canteen with her father sipping chaye from canteen.
"What are you saying abba? you aren't going to work in the fields? but then what you will do?" She said frowning and Khadim told her how her mother required around the clock care and with her working it was just not possible to leave her alone.
