𝐇𝐚𝐬𝐫𝐚𝐭 - 𝐄 - 𝐃𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐫

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 : 𝟏𝟔💫

"Power isn't in the title you hold,
But in the respect you command."

Amha's POV

I was in my cabin, focused on the task at hand. My boss had informed me that we were having a meeting later in the evening at a client's house, and I was responsible for creating a wedding planner for them. As I worked on the basic planner, leaving space for any additional details the client and their family might suggest, my phone suddenly rang. The screen flashed "Zain ." He rarely called unless it was something important, which made me pause for a moment before answering.

"Assalamualaikum, Zain!" I greeted him in my usual cheerful voice. But as soon as he responded, I sensed a worry in his tone, something unusual that put me on alert.

"Walekum assalam, Appi. I need your help," he said, his voice lacking its usual calmness. The urgency was evident, and it made me sit up straight in my chair.

"Okay, what happened? Tell me." I tried to keep my voice steady.Zain was always composed, the kind of person who rarely let anything faze him unlike his chaotic younger self . But now, there was a distinct edge to his words, something bordering on panic.

"One of my friends called, saying a lady was admitted to the hospital. He recognized her from our success party," he explained,he was still processing the information himself.

"Oh," I replied, the realization dawning on me. "That means she's related to us."

"Yes," he confirmed, his tone more settled but still with a worry. "I need you to come with me. I'll need a lady there to help, especially someone who can take care of her."

"Of course," I agreed without hesitation. "I'll come with you. Pick me up in ten minutes. I'll ask my boss for a half-day."

"Great. I'll call once I'm outside," Zain responded, relief evident in his voice.

As I hung up, I couldn't stop wondering who the lady might be. I stood up, and headed toward my boss's office to request the time off. It wasn't a difficult task for me—I knew I could get it easily. This event management company operated under Mallik Industries, which was started by Chachi, though she eventually got too busy with her children to run it. That's when Bua suggested appointing someone to take over, someone experienced.

I was just about to knock on the door to my event manager's office when his voice reached me, stopping me in my tracks.

"She doesn't know how to work as a proper event manager," he said, his tone dripping with disdain.

"She's only here because of the Mallik name. A clueless girl who thinks planning an event is just about picking pretty flowers. We need real professionals, not someone playing dress-up in the office."

My hand tightened around the door handle. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. How dare he? The audacity! Without thinking further, I stormed into the office.

The look on his face was priceless shock, embarrassment, and fear all at once. He hadn't expected me to overhear, let alone confront him.

"Mr. Ishaq, you're fired," I said, my voice steady but ice-cold. "Pack your things and leave this office immediately."

He blinked at me, still processing what I'd just said. "Who are you to fire me? I was appointed by Ramsha ma'am, not you. I'm not going anywhere unless she says so."

I stepped closer, my gaze never wavering. "You do not speak to me like that, or anyone else for that matter. I may not flaunt my power, but I have enough authority to terminate you. Trust me, I can make it happen."

Ishaq smirked, clearly not taking me seriously. "You're just a spoiled member of the Mallik family who works here for fun. You're no one to fire me."

"Tomorrow, you'll be begging me not to terminate you, and I'll make sure it's too late," I said, my voice low and dangerous.

He gave a mocking laugh. "We'll see about that, little girl."

I shot him one last look of pure disgust before turning on my heel and walking out. I didn't have time to waste on petty arguments, especially with Zain waiting for me. He must have arrived by now.

As I hurried down the hallway, a message from Zain popped up on my phone. I rushed to the parking lot, where he was waiting.

"What's with the long face? Did something happen?" Zain asked the moment I climbed into the car, his sharp eyes noticing my mood.

Was it really that obvious? I let out a sigh. "Nothing, just a bit of... a disagreement with my boss."

Zain raised an eyebrow. "Appi, how many times do I have to remind you that he's not your boss? You're the boss of this entire place. This tall, magnificent building is yours."

"I know, little one ," I muttered, waving him off. "But let's not waste more time talking about him. We need to get to the hospital."

Zain nodded and drove off without further delay. When we arrived at the hospital, I spotted his friend leaning against a wall with a serious expression. I'd seen him once before but never spoken to him. There was something unreadable in his eyes when he looked at me, something that made me feel oddly self-conscious.

"Hey, bro. What's the situation? Where's the lady?" Zain asked as we walked up to him. But his friend was still staring at me, as though I was the only person standing there.

Uncomfortable under his gaze, I looked away just as a nurse stepped out of the room.

"The patient is awake. Are you her family?" she asked, scanning the three of us.

"She's family," Zain's friend responded, finally breaking his gaze from me and turning to the nurse.

"Alright, come with me. She's asking to see her family," the nurse instructed, and we all followed her into the room. I was the last to enter.

The moment I saw the woman lying in the hospital bed, my heart dropped. My throat tightened, and before I could stop myself, a single word escaped my lips.

"Dadi," I whispered, rushing to her side and engulfing her in a careful embrace, despite her frail condition.

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Assalamualaikum everyone I hope you all are liking this story so far .
Will meet you all again in next part till then
"Fi amanillah"

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