Anaya and Azaan walked toward the set, checking the preparations for the day's advertising shoot. The crew moved around them like a well-oiled machine, their efficiency evident in their precise, swift movements. The hustle and bustle of the set made Anaya feel a sense of excitement bubbling up in her yet she couldn't help but feel an undercurrent of tension whenever Azaan was around. His presence always seemed to have that effect—calm yet intense, as if he controlled the atmosphere with just his gaze.
Azaan's sharp eyes scanned the set, assessing every detail. He seemed unmoved by the chaos around him, his focus solely on ensuring everything went according to plan.
"Kaam kaisa chal raha hai?" Azaan's voice rang out, calm but with an authority that demanded attention.
A senior crew member stepped forward, nodding confidently. "Sir, everything is on schedule. The equipment is ready, lighting is perfect, and all the models are here except for one. As soon as she arrives, we'll start."
Azaan nodded but didn't let up his scrutiny. "Next time, woh model nahi chahiye meri kisi bhi kaam mein. This is her last project with us."
The crew exchanged quick glances but said nothing, acknowledging his command. "Understood, sir" the senior crew member replied.
Turning to Anaya, Azaan added, his voice steady but sharp "Jinko time manage karna nahi aata, unka yahan koi kaam nahi. Har ek minute ka hisaab hona chahiye."
Anaya crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Tum kya taana mujhe de rahe ho, nah?" she asked , her tone challenging.
Azaan stopped in his tracks, his eyes narrowing slightly, but there was a hint of amusement dancing in them. "Nahi, mera department aisa hi hota hai. Tum nayi ho, toh pata nahi. Par main tumhe sab sikha dunga."
Anaya felt a flicker of something in her chest at the way he said it—confident, almost assured. She quickly shook it off, feeling her heart rate pick up slightly. "Yaar, tum itna relaxed kaise ho? Sab kuch chal raha hai, aur tum itna chill ho" she remarked, genuinely curious.
Azaan flashed a grin, shrugging nonchalantly. "Kyun? Tumhein tension ho rahi hai? Mera kaam hai yeh, Anaya. Pehli baar toh nahi kar raha."
Anaya laughed softly, shaking her head. "Haan, haan, tumhare liye toh sab kuch easy hai. Tum toh The Great Azaan Malik ho, nah?"
Azaan chuckled, the sound rich and full of amusement. "Not great but I'm good at what I do. Don't worry, sab sikh jaaogi. Bas tumhe apni boss ke saath thoda waqt guzarna padega."
Anaya rolled her eyes, feigning indifference. "Nahi, mere paas itna fazool time nahi hai."
Suddenly, Azaan's phone buzzed, and he glanced at it then looked at Anaya, crossing his arms.
"Kya hai?" Anaya asked, her tone slightly sharper, sensing his mood shift.
"Anaya, mera schedule dekho toh" he said, his tone more clipped.
Anaya look into the iPad , her lips slightly pursed as she read his schedule . "I'm sorry, tumhara meeting hai board members ke saath, 10 minute baad" she replied, biting her lip.
Azaan shook his head in mock dismay. "Tumne mujhe bataya nahi. Agar Dua ne mujhe nahi bataya hota, toh mujhe pata bhi nahi chalta" he said with a hint of disappointed .
Anaya raised an eyebrow. "Dua? Yeh kon hai?"
"Meri secretary" Azaan replied, his attention already shifting back to his phone.
Anaya's eyes narrowed. "Woh toh mein hoon, nah?"
Azaan smirked, enjoying her jealousy more than he would admit. "Kuch dino ke liye ho tum. She is my friend permanent assistant" he teased then added, still feeling the heat of her reaction, "Mera kaam uske bina accha se complete nahi hota."
