AUTHOR'S POV
Amid the busy roads and chaos, there stood the tall glass building, it was the result of Arsalaan's hard work which stood proudly.
Arsalaan was a very hard-working man. He dedicated his entire 7 years of life to acquire this postion, that is being the India's number 3 export agency and on world record it took place at the 12th position.
Arsalaan always being extra cautious and attentive in the meetings was not all paying any heed to the person who was giving the presentation. His thought was revolving only around Sahira.
ARSALAAN'S POV
Now i was sitting in my conference room where the meeting was going on. I was trying my best to pay attention and be active but my mind and heart were not correlating with each other.
Every single minute my mind was reminding me of Sahira. Her attire, her chocolaty eyes, her innocence, her nervousness, her sweet voice, basically her everything.
The thing that attracted me the most was her haya, her modesty, the way she covered herself.
My mind was constantly reminding me of........
"SSSSSSSSAAHH"
suddenly a cry escapes my mouth as i hiss due the sharp tingling sensation on my left thigh. Only to see my fool of a best friend grinning at me like an idiot.
" Abey saaley kya khaa kar aaya hai ajj. Jo tera mu or dimag dono band hai subha se. jab Mr. Williams yaha se jainge tab tu dekh tere to khair nahi."
Shaking my head at his antics I stayed head strong and concentrated on the meeting after some talks, Mr. Williams seems to be impressed by our ideas and signed the deal.
" i'll take my leave then Mr.Arsalaan and Mr.zaid, I hope you guys will do best as I will not tolerate any negligiency toward this deal as i have invested huge amount of money ." he said.
"Of course, Mr.williams. We look up to you. You dont have to worry about it. This deal is also very important to us, we will do our best." I replied him with a small smile.
"Well, I hope so Mr.Arsalaan, so now I'll take my leave." Mr willaims said getting up from his seat. We shook hands professionally while zaid went to assist him till the lift.
As everybody left slowly after collecting their things. i tured to zain who just entered the conference room and gave him a hard glare. while he simply showed his teeth like a small kid.
"chal ab zyda nakhre mat kar or ye bata ki tune itni zoor se chimti q kaati ??"
I asked to which he replied with a frown,
"Or karta bhi to kya haan ?? tu to khawabo me khoya tha, pehle kabi tujhe aisa behave karte nahi dekha bata kya baat hai..??" "
"Aree yaar baat kuch nahi hai. bass tu apne ye ladkiyo wali harkate kam kar. itni bure tareeke se koun chimta kaat ta hai ladkiyo ki tarah??"
I reassured him and asked while gritting my teeth.
"Oaii pagal , ladki kisko bolarey??..Or ha bachpan se janta hu tujhe, baat mat palat or seedhe seedhe bata ki kya hua hai"
He aked in a serious tone.
" bol to raha hu na ki kuch nahi hua" I said getting irritated.
"mujhe kya pagal samjha hai tune, agar baat kuch nahi hai to tere chehre par 12 kyu baje hai." Not being able to hide it due to his constant persuations i finally huffed and admitted.
"theek hai mai bata hu.. magar tu pehle ye bol ki mera mazaak nahi udhaiga."
"Aree tu bol to sahi pehle" he said while anticipating for my reply.
"tujhe maine yahya ke baare toh bataya tha na??" i asked him.
"koun yahya yaar, mujhe to yaad nahi hai??" he said with a question face.
"Wahi ladka jiska accident hua tha or us wajah se mere important meeting miss hue the or tu......
"Aree haa haa yaad aaya, us ladke ka kya??" He questioned while cutting me in between.
I narrowed my eyes at him and exclaimed, " tu thoda sabr rakh or mere pure baat sun, or haa beech me mat kudh, " I asked while pointing my finger at him to which he nodded indicating for me to began.
" wo ladka Yahya mere building ke same floor par hi rehta hai, aj subha mila tha wo mujhe. Par uske sath uski badi behen bhi the or ajeeb baat yeh ki jab se maine usey dekha hai bass wahi mere dimag me ghum rahe hai. uske har choti choti cheez mujhe yaad aarahi hai. Na chahte hue bhi mere khayal bass us ladki ki taraf hi jaa rahe, mujhe dar hai ki mera nafs mujh par apne jeet na hasil kare... bass yahi baat mujhe bechain kar rahe hai." I spilled it all to him.
He was mum for some seconds only to let out a ear piercing scream, which made me deaf for a second.
" pagal aadmi mai sach hi sonchta hu ki agar mai nahi hota is duniya me to tera kya hota " He exclaimed while huffing dramatically. I sighed at his soo girlish tone.
"tujhe us ladki se shyd muhabbat ho gaye hai. ya fir yeh kuch nishani bhi ho sakte hai, or haa tujhe itni tension lene ki koi zarurat nahi hai agar tere feelings itni over powering or real hai to us ladki ko tu mere bhabhi bhi bana sakta hai..kya khayal hai is bare me??"
He asked me while suggesting the most appropriate thing which i was not sure of doing
"tu sahi to keh raha hai yaar magar abi utna sure nahi hu. 2-4 din tak dekhta hu mai agar yehi constant feelings rehi to fir kuch sonchte hai." I replied.
"theek hai ab masjid chalte hai zohar ka waqt ho gaya hai or fir itna saara kaam bhi pada hai" He said to which i nodded and we both head to the car. After the prayer, I asked Allah to clear my mind and guide to the right way.
We had our lunch at the nearby restaurant and spent our day with constant joking and snickering at each other.
SO GUYS HERE IS THE AWAITED CHAPTER.
Sahira's part will be updated tomorrow ...inshallah.
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