A Psycho billionaire who became obsessed with a Muslim girl.... Business rivals plays some dirty games. Violence.
English is not my first language so I hope you all will be kind enough to see my mistakes with forgiveness and please do correct me if...
Ibrahim's POV: ___________ Ibrahim was sitting on his master chair in his office. His mind was running wild. He is unable to focus on his work and every single thing was pissing him off. Suddenly Ahmed came opening the front door of Ibrahim's office "Don't touch mother fucking know how to knock?!" Ibrahim yelled in irritation.. "As if I ever did?" Ahmed normally sat on the couch lighting up his cigarette. "Don't you fucking smoke here or-!" "Or what?" Ahmed asked while pulling his eye brow up.. "I will piss your dick off with my brand new FUCKING SHOE!!!!!" Ibrahim yelled again.. "Did Haniya said no to your face or what?" Ahmed asked while smoking.. "W..what are you taking-" Ibrahim got interrupted by Ahmed. "Well spill the tea." Ahmed said absurdly.. "I.. didn't talked to her" Ibrahim said in low voice as he avoided any kind of eye contact with Ahmed and looked out of his glass wall. "What?" Ahmed burst out while laughing "what did you said? Bahahahahaa" suddenly Ahmed felt a sharp pain on his nose as he looked a hard board file on the ground signalling he just got hit by it by Ibrahim. "Shut your mother fucking mouth or I will kill you right now!" "It is not fucking my fault that you are-" suddenly Ahmed stoped. He again spoke "Don't tell me.. Are you fucking nervous or what?" "NO" Ibrahim got more angry "Then fucking what?!" Ahmed was losing his patience now. "I...I.... G..guess..." Ibrahim was now stuttering and getting more nervous as Ahmed was now freaking out. "IBRAHIM FUCKING KHAN DON'T TELL ME ARE YOU IN LOVE OR WHAT?!" "SHUT UP DO NOT FUCKING MAKE ME MORE CONFUSED!!!!!!!!!!" Ibrahim again got furious.. "You know what? Just fucking leave before I lose my shit!" Ibrahim said "You fucking answer me before I lose my shit!" Ahmed replied... Ibrahim went silent as he again turned his back to Ahmed. Ahmed sighed as he went to Ibrahim and made him sot on the chair and said "Now tell me what's going on?" Ibrahim hesitated..."You won't understand" "Then fucking make me!" Ahmed lost his patience. "How fuck I will when I am also confused!" Ibrahim again got mad but at himself. "Okay... Ufffhhhhh(Ahmed tried to calm himself down) now tell me what happened after you met that chick-" suddenly Ahmed was welcomed by the cold floor as he knew he was badly punched by Ibrahim. "Now what?!" Ahmed complained as he held his bruised cheek. "Don't you dare call her disrespectfully or I will stitch your lips after cutting your tongue!" Ibrahim warned Ahmed "Okay now cool down mr. Romeo" Ahmed teased.. "YOU!" Ibrahim was about to punch Ahmed when Ahmed ran out of the room. "YOU COME BACK HERE!!!!" Ibrahim yelled.. "IN YOUR DREAMS" Ahmed yelled from a far. "H..huh..romeo my bloody foot!" Ibrahim whispered as he again sat down in his master chair. Ibrahim came out of his own thoughts when his personal secretary came and knocked the door..."Sir? May I come in?" "Come!" Ibrahim held back to his cold and harsh tone. "Sir.. the shop has been transferred to your name under Khan industry..." "What shop are you talking about?" Coldly Ibrahim asked without looking at her as he was looking outside the glass wall. "The broken Flower shop" Secretary said while being a little proud in her achievement. Ibrahim's head shoot towards her as she uttered the words... "Th...The... Flower shop?!" Ibrahim again asked.. Almost in disbelief. "Yes sir." "Out" Ibrahim said firmly but there was a hint of somewhat a request.. to leave him alone now. His secretary left the office as he was shaking now.. opening his laptop some tears were forming at his eyes... "Flower blossom shop" was the name of this shop. The shop which belonged to his mother. But she passed away when Ibrahim was 8 years old.. A naive child , Who lost his mother and didn't knew whom to seek the comfort or love... His mother died in a car accident infront of east london high way. Every journalist got a story to write but there was a little boy standing infront of the car.. In front of the dead body drowned by their own blood... the little Ibrahim.. stood there without any hope.. any tears.. any laughter... any good... any bad... it seemed like his world went blank and numb. With his mother they also died.
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