Her Destiny || 📒

part 19

As they entered the Adornia lobby, Zayan's confident presence caught everyone's attention. The receptionist stuttered, her face flushing pink.

"Welcome, Mr. Zayan... Miss.Ayliz is waiting for you," she said, her eyes fixed on him.

Zayan smiled, his deep voice sending a shiver down the spines of the women around him. "Thanks," he replied, his eyes gleaming with charm.

Minhu playfully nudged him. "Let's go.

As they walked towards the elevator, the women around them whispered in awe.

"He's so handsome!" exclaimed a young intern.

"Those eyes are dreamy!" Another girl said to the who is next beside her.

Zayan, seemingly unaware of the fuss he was causing, adjusted his blazer with a confident smile. Minhu rolled her eyes good-naturedly, knowing her friend was about to make a lasting impression.

Hana and Ayliz were in the office, their argument building up. Hana's teasing was getting on Ayliz's nerves, and she finally lost her temper. She threw a dairy at Hana, but Hana dodged out of the way just in time. The dairy hit Zayan instead, who had just walked into the office.

The room fell silent, with Hana, Ayliz, and Minhu staring at Zayan in shock. Zayan looked at Ayliz with a piercing gaze.

"Are you taking revenge for that day?" he asked, his voice low and husky, his eyes glinting with amusement.

Ayliz's face flushed with anger, her teeth gritted in a fierce snarl. "Shut up, Zayan!" she spat, her voice low and venomous. "I didn't hurt you intentionally. It was an accident, got it?"

Minhu rushed to Zayan's side, looking worried. "Zayan, are you okay? That was quite a hit." Hana tried to calm Ayliz down. "Ayliz, chill!. Don't be so angry."

Zayan dramatically declared, "I'm going to tell Appa about this!"

But Ayliz took him seriously and shot back, "If I had known I'd be working with someone as childish as you, I would have refused to work with you!!"

Zayan's face darkened, and he furrowed his brow. "Fine, I am also not dying to work with you, I'm out of here. And tell Appa to forget about this collaboration idea. I don't want to work with an angry bird like you either!"

With that, he turned on his heel and stalked out of the office, leaving Ayliz looking frustrated.

Hana chased after Zayan, rushing out of the building and calling out, "Sir, take this ice bag!"

But Zayan ignored her and got into his car, saying, "Put that on your CEO's head, I'm fine!"

Hana looked worried and tried to approach him again, but Zayan slammed the door shut and started the engine. Minhu, who had been watching from the sidelines, quickly grabbed the ice bag from Hana and jumped into the car just as Zayan was driving away.

As they sped off, Hana was left standing alone outside the building, looking concerned.

Zayan sped down the road, his tires screeching as he took the turns. Minhu grabbed the seatbelt, her knuckles white with tension. "Zayan, slow down! You're going to get us killed!"

But Zayan just snorted. "What did she think, huh? That she could mess with me and get away with it?, Now she has to apologise to me".

Minhu's eyes widened in alarm. "Zayan, I think she misunderstood, nothing else".

Zayan's glare was fierce. "You're defending her? Don't you love your job? You're willing to risk it for her sake?"

Minhu's voice was quick and panicked. "No, no, Zayan! I'm not defending her. I just think there's been a misunderstanding."

Zayan's expression turned sulky. "Am I looking childish to her? What about her? She's the one who's always flying off the handle like an angry bird!"

Minhu tried to calm him down, "Zayan, come on. Let's not make a big deal out of this. We're all just stressed out, that's all."

But Zayan shook his head, his jaw set in a stubborn line. "No way. She thinks she can walk all over me? No way. I'm done with this project. And I'm done with her."

"She first indirectly called me blind and foolish, and now she said I'm childish? No way. First, she needs to apologize for the insults, then I'll even think about continuing this collaboration. Otherwise, I'm out." Zayan's voice was firm, his eyes flashing with determination. Minhu nodded, trying to mediate, but Zayan's mind was made up. The hurt and anger lingered, and he wouldn't let it go without an apology.

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Ayliz's expression turned determined. "First, he bumps into me like an idiot, and now he's calling me an angry bird? Do I look like an angry bird?" She crossed her arms, her eyes flashing with an annoyance.

Hana chimed in, "No, Ayliz, you look like cotton candy!" She squeezed Ayliz's cheeks playfully, trying to lighten the mood.

Ayliz smiled slightly, but her gaze remained firm. "Anyway, he needs to apologize for his behavior and insults. Only then will I consider continuing this collaboration. Otherwise, I'm out." Her voice was clear and resolute, leaving no room for compromise.

As Zayan pulled into his mansion's driveway, he parked his car with a screech, the tires drifting slightly. He got out, his movements tense and agitated, and strode towards his room. He needed a shower to calm down and clear his head.

Meanwhile, Mr. Haroon, who had been watching from a distance, turned to Minhu with a concerned expression. "What's wrong with Zayan? He looks like he's burning with anger."

Minhu hesitated, then filled Mr. Haroon in on the entire incident, from the dairy incident to Zayan's heated exchange with Ayliz. Mr. Haroon listened intently, his expression growing more serious with each passing moment.

Mr. Haroon's smile grew wider, and he chuckled. "Minhu, my boy, Zayan's anger is not just about the argument. He's used to girls fawning all over him, but Ayliz didn't fall for his charms. She stood up to him, childish blah blah!! and that's what's got him so frustrated."

Minhu's eyes widened in understanding, and he nodded. "I see. So, he's not used to being rejected or disrespected like that."

Mr. Haroon nodded. "Exactly. And that's what makes Ayliz the perfect match for him. She's not intimidated by his wealth or his charm. She's a worthy opponent, and Zayan's intrigued despite himself."

Minhu grinned. "I think you're right, sir. This is going to be a very interesting collaboration."

Mr. Haroon's expression turned serious, and he leaned in closer to Minhu. "But, Minhu, keep this observation to yourself for now. Zayan's pride is already wounded, and I don't want to add fuel to the fire. He winked, and Minhu nodded, understanding the need for discretion.

To be continue

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