THE DON'S MUSLIM CHAUFFEUR

the Don's driver

Razia's POV
Today was Saturday,more hours for racing.Mom came in.
Qutub: where were you last night.
Razia: I was with a friend.
Qutub: which one? Because I called naida's mom,you weren't there.

Razia:I was at firdaus's place.
Qutub: that's a bit far away.
Razia: exactly, that was why I was late.

Qutub:be careful razia.(she turned to leave.)
Razia:mom(I went to her) I love you(I hugged her.) Thank you for always having my back.
Qutub: always dear.(she smiled and left.I just wished dad was the Same,I may have resented him,but he was still my father.)

I went to the race zone.
Razia:hi Eric,where is Osman?
Eric:he went to watch the skating competition that naida is participating in.
Razia: I wished I could go and support her.

Eric:who says you can't.
Razia: really
Eric: have fun kiddo,just be back early.
Razia: thanks Eric.

(I got into one of the old race cars and drove to the skating rink.I waved at naida which she happily waved back.)

I stood by Osman, always maintaining a gap.Osman was an orphan.Eric took him in when he was just 10 years old living on the streets.

3 years later I met him and Eric.I remember that day.I was being bullied at middle school for standing up for naida.

Naida's mom picked her up,I was waiting for Mom,but she was running late.

The bullies chased me,I found a bicycle and took it.I learnt bike riding from Mansoor.The bike I stole was osman's.

I rode very fast,the adrenaline rush was amazing.I was fast,too fast that I fell.The bullies corners me,but Eric and Osman arrived in their old car and scared the kids off.

I apologized for stealing the bicycle.I was forgiven.Eric invited me to race,there I took off and never stopped.

Any vehicle I could race with but cars were my favorite.

The skating competition was over.Naida was second place.I hugged her and walked over to my car but a familiar voice stopped me.

That voice that melted my insides.
Max:hi
(I turned to him)
Razia:yeah.Are you following me?
Max: I could easily kidnap you if I want.
Razia:that doesn't answer my question.

Max:yes,am following you.
Razia: what do you want?
Max:you.
Razia: what?

Max:I want you to be my driver.
Razia:no.
Max:300k a month.
Razia:no
Max:500k

Razia:am not for sale.
Max: obviously.
Razia: and what's that suppose to mean?
Max:that you can never belong to anybody else.Please take my offer.I know you want to enter the professional racing.Just two months working for me, and you can earn million.use half to pay for the professionals and the other for yourself.

Razia:one month,I don't need the other half.
Max:fine with me,but I know you won't leave after a month.
Razia:why?
Max: because it's just meant to be.You know my house,you start tomorrow.

(He walked off.The professionals was in three months, And the deadline was in a month,I really needed the money).