Qurbat

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Maham and Isha entered the mansion. The celings were high with a big chandelier in the middle. The house was minimalist and very modern with hint of diffrent colours from the vases and frames on the wall.

A large staircase lead to up stairs with glass railing.

The classy kitchen on the right hand side having all white theme and on the left handside was a very minimal living room.

Just beside the kitchen was the dining room was separated by a wooden french door.

Just when they entered the house Maham's mother , Hajra Sikandar came down the stairs.

" Assalamualikkum aunty!" Isha joyfully said opening her arms to hug her but was stopped by Hajra showing her palm to her with a rude expression.

"Maham beta mere saath aao please. I want to talk to you ,alone." Hajra spoke to her daughter eyeing Isha , giving fake smile to her.

"Isha tum living room mein baitho, mein abhi aati hun. Ok?" Maham said with a soft smile and a apologetic face. Isha blinked her eyes as a reassurance and mumbled a small 'ok'.

They went away and Isha looked around the house . Unconsciously her feet started to move towards the hallway forgetting she had to be seated in the living room.

She looked around . Looking at the diffrent vases and Souvenirs from diffrent countries sat on console tables and walls.

She ended up entering a room. The room looked like a library with a desk in middle of it. A laptop was kept on the desk with files and papers neatly kept on it.

She looked around the room walking around it looking for some romance novels on files filled shelves. 

Finally she sat down on the revolving chair. Spinning on it a few times she picked up a file reading through it.

Unable to understand she scratched her head huffing at it .

Suddenly the door opened making her jolt up with the file in her hands.

The sight had her in surprise she wasn't ready for.
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Osman's movement stopped at the sight of an unwanted human in his office.

His senses went alert at Isha holding his very important files.

"Put that down." That was all that came out. Oh his precious file. His heart hurted at thought of something happening to it.

Isha went still not answering . She just stared at him with wide eyes.

The shock loosened the hold on the files too as they fell on the ground . Osman felt his heart touching the ground too. Yes, he had a heart.

"Are you crazy?!?" He rushed picking up the scattered papers .

Isha slowly parted her lips raising her index finger at him. "Ap bolte bhi hain?!" She mumbled.

"Kyu ? Mein insaan nhi hun?" Osman was already having a bad day and this conversation was definitely not helping.

"Nhi-mdlp haan-. Ap insaan hain?" Isha whispered to him .

Osman stood up after picking up his papers. "Out." He pointed at the door calmly.