Anything For You

|In His Arms|

With a heart fluttering in nervous anticipation, Mahnoor stood outside the towering glass doors of Regal Weaves, the morning sun casting a warm glow on the pristine structure. Today was her first day at her first job, and though anxiety gnawed at the edges of her resolve, a sense of determination bolstered her spirits.

She wore a light pink shirt, the color of dawn's first blush, paired with sleek black pants that whispered of professionalism. Her hair, a cascade of chestnut brown, was gathered neatly into a ponytail, the ends swaying gently on her back.

Stepping into the cool, air-conditioned office, she made her way to the receptionist, her footsteps echoing softly on the polished marble floor. The receptionist looked up, offering a polite smile as she approached.

"Good morning, I'm Mahnoor, the new assistant," she greeted, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach. "Where can I find Mr. Hashim Malik?"

The receptionist returned her smile. "Good morning, Miss Mahnoor. Mr. Hashim Malik is not in the office yet. He's currently in a meeting outside but should be back shortly. You can go and wait in his cabin."

"Okay," she nodded. "Where is his cabin?"

"Take the lift to the first floor, and ask any employee there. They'll direct you to his cabin," the receptionist instructed with a reassuring smile.

Mahnoor thanked her and headed toward the lift. As she stepped inside, she took a deep breath, the metallic walls reflecting her composed yet anxious expression. This was her first day, and she was determined not to make any mistakes. The thought of working for Hashim Malik, a man she had heard much about, filled her with gratitude. But it was not just the opportunity to work under him that she was thankful for—she was particularly relieved that she wouldn't be working for his son.

The evening before, on returning home, curiosity had driven her to search for more information about the so-called 'head of the company'. She had found several articles and reviews. From what she had gathered, Fariz Malik was known for his brusque manner, his sharp tongue, and an arrogance that seemed to permeate every interaction. The more she read, the more certain she became that he was the kind of person she would prefer to avoid at all costs.

The accounts of his behavior painted a picture of a man who was cold, demanding, and unyielding, the sort who would crush any opposition without a second thought. The idea of working under someone like him had sent a shiver down her spine. So, when the call came from Regal Weaves, informing her that it was Mr. Hashim Malik himself who wanted her to join, she hadn't hesitated. She had accepted the offer immediately, a wave of relief washing over her at the thought of steering clear of Fariz Malik.

As the lift doors slid open, Mahnoor stepped out into the corridor, her mind a swirl of thoughts. Taking a deep breath, she was going to walk towards the corridor, when she heard some commotion downstairs.

She stood on the balcony overlooking the office below, her gaze unintentionally drawn to the figure who had just entered. Fariz Malik, dressed in a crisp white shirt and a chocolate brown blazer, exuded a presence that was impossible to ignore. His stride was purposeful, each step a declaration of authority. It was as if the very air around him shifted, growing taut with the weight of his command.

As he made his way through the office, the once lively chatter among the employees dwindled to silence. Groups that had been clustered together in conversation quickly dispersed, each person scurrying back to their desks as though they had been caught in the midst of some forbidden act. The office, which had moments before been buzzing with activity, now echoed with a chorus of "Good morning, sir."

He acknowledged the greetings with a curt nod, his gaze sharp and discerning, taking in everything with a single sweep. It was clear that he was not a man to be trifled with. His mere presence commanded attention, and it was no surprise that the entire office seemed to hold its breath in his wake. There was something undeniably attractive about him, a magnetism that was as much about his confidence and strength as it was about his physical appearance. He was a man who knew his power, and he wielded it effortlessly.