𝐎𝐍 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 | #1 in longing love
Waniya Bagga is a remarkable woman single mother, successful fashion designer, and self-made millionaire. She resides in New York City with her daughter, facing the unknown future with strength and resilience.
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WANIYA'S POV:
"Yeah, finalize these designs. Get the work started," I informed my assistant; Ella Watson. We are about to launch our another limited edition collection of Zeeniya. Zeeniya is my clothing brand. I have earned it all by myself. I Started it from scratch and obviously I am proud of myself.
Ella left my cabin. I scrutinized some of the designs. I have always found solace in fashion and I opted for it as my career. I left behind my life in Pakistan and moved to New York City; the Big Apple. My life wasn't at ease here in the very beginning but thanks to Mirha; the only best friend I have and Shayan Alyas; my other friend.
I have been friends with Mirha for six-years. I met her when I was at my worst. She has always been there for me. She's a girl who will be always there for you no matter what. Her lame jokes and her broken humor is all I need in my life.
Talking about Shayan, I met him in New York only and we immediately became friends. He has a very cold demeanor. The way he looks at people — it feels like he's staring into their soul. The heat his vision holds. And not forgetting the crush of every other girl we know. He looks like those dark romance villains but he ain't one. He's a gentleman.
"Niyaaaaaaa," Mirha broke my trance. I could see her entering my cabin. I shook my head at her dramatic antics.
"I have work to do Irha unlike you," I rolled my eyes at her.
"You don't dare to roll your eyes at me," I sighed. This dramatic girl! I engrossed myself in my work again, ignoring her.
"I'm here for work," she said.
"Work?" I gave her a questioning look.
"I got fired — actually I resigned, not fired," she looked everywhere in the room but not at me. I sighed, heavily. This is her second job in the month and if she keeps on leaving it won't work.
"Niya, the boss, was a total dickhead. He was he — leave I don't wanna talk about it. And I have decided that I will work for you. It's the best," she pleaded. I was listening to her lame excuses.
"You can work under Ella," I said, still engrossed in the sketches. I need to finalize it by tomorrow.
"That could work," I called Ella, told her to take Mirha with her, and explain to her some of the work.
I reached out to my phone and picked it up. My face lit up the smile when I saw my wallpaper. It was a photo of Ezzah and I. Ezzah; my almost-5-year-old daughter. The sole reason why I'm living happily.
The time on the screen informed me that it's the time to pick her from her school. I informed Mirha and left the office building to pick up my baby girl. It's her first day after summer vacation at school. She ain't expecting me to pick her up most of the time Mirha picks her up as I am busy at work.
