love by chance

chapter 2

As Irfan's words reverberated throughout the room, a sense of disappointment settled over his family members. They exchanged weary glances, each bearing the weight of countless similar conversations that had played out over the years.
"Oh my goodness, this boy is impossible," Malika said, shaking her head in frustration. "He will never change."
Her proclamation echoed the unspoken sentiments of everyone in the room. Khadija, her face etched with concern, chimed in, "I just don't understand why he's so against the idea of marriage, especially with someone as wonderful as Amrah."
Adnan, usually the quiet observer, voiced his thoughts. "I think it's his commitment issues. He's always been focused on his career and doesn't want anything to get in the way of that."
Irfan's granny pursed her lips, her wise eyes reflecting a lifetime of experience. "But family is just as important as career. What's the point of success without loved ones to share it with?"
Malika sighed, a mixture of exasperation and concern coloring her words. "We've tried to reason with him, but he's stubborn as a mule. I don't know what else we can do."

As the conversation continued, Adnan shifted in his seat, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Perhaps we've been approaching this the wrong way," he mused aloud. "Maybe, instead of trying to change his mind, we should focus on understanding his perspective."
Malika considered her husband's words, her eyes softening. "You have a point there," she admitted. "We might not agree with his decisions, but we can at least try to see where he's coming from."
Khadija nodded, her gaze trained on her hands folded neatly in her lap. "I just want my son to be happy," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I fear that, in his pursuit of success, he's sacrificing that very happiness."
Irfan's granny leaned forward, her gaze penetrating and wise. "Happiness often sneaks in through the doors you didn’t know you left open," she said, a knowing smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "We must allow Irfan to discover his own path, for it is only then that he will find true contentment."

Irfan sat in his dimly lit study, the glow of his laptop casting shadows on the mahogany desk. The
conference call with his clients had been interminable, and he was eager to wrap it up. His personal assistance  Sarah,  had been relentless, bombarding him with missed calls. He finally answered, his irritation palpable.

"What is it?" Irfan snapped, his patience fraying.

"Apologies, sir," her PAs voice quivere. "But the new designer you requested is on her way to your home."

Irfan's anger surged. "How dare you send someone to my house without my consent?"

The PA hesitated, then spoke softly. "Actually, sir, you were the one who asked her to come."

Irfan's memory jogged. He had indeed requested the designer's presence. His annoyance turned to embarrassment. "Right," he muttered. "Tell her it's fine. I'll be expecting her."

Immersed in his work, Irfan's concentration was broken by a soft knock on his study door. With a slight furrow in his brow, he called out, granting permission to enter. The door opened to reveal a well-dressed servant, standing at attention.
"Sir," the servant began, his voice deferential. "There's a lady here to see you. Shall I escort her to the guest room?"
Irfan pondered for a moment, his thoughts turning to the new designer who was scheduled to arrive. It was most likely her, he mused. "Yes, please do," he instructed, his tone firm yet courteous. "And ensure that she is provided with refreshments."
With a polite nod, the servant withdrew, closing the door gently behind him. As Irfan listened to the retreating footsteps, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of curiosity about the designer. What kind of person was she? he wondered. And what would her designs bring to his ambitious project?
In the hallway, the servant encountered the lady in question – a woman of striking appearance, her poise and elegance accentuated by her understated attire. "Good day, miss," he greeted her. "If you'll follow me, I'll show you to your room."
The designer smiled warmly, her eyes sparkling with intelligence. "Thank you," she replied, her voice melodious and refined. "I must say, Irfan's home is even more impressive than I'd imagined."
As they made their way through the opulent corridors, the servant couldn't help but agree. "Indeed, miss. It's a testament to Irfan's impeccable taste and hard work."
Upon reaching the guest room, the designer was ushered into a beautifully appointed chamber, complete with plush furnishings and tasteful decor. "I'll have some refreshments sent up shortly," the servant informed her, before excusing himself to attend to his other duties.
Left alone in the luxurious surroundings, the designer took a moment to absorb her opulent accommodations, her thoughts filled with anticipation of the collaboration ahead.