Love has million deep flavors, and the story in soaked in all of them.
The story talks about a billionaire running the world wide enterprise of clothing brand, and a girl who has a dream to work in the firm.
And how they fall in the red is out of bl...
As Noone wanted the names to be changed, I am not changing them.
It's still Nandini Haya Zubair. But some dialogues will have her name is Haya.
I guess this is fine??
And other one's is also same. Manik Faiz Sulaiman.
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“ Get me the file of that girl. Quick. " “Yes sir."
What i did this. Why did I do this. Dadijaan has said that she will meet her by hook or by crock. And then...........
“ Ya Allah! " I rubbed my head while looking out of the glass door, somewhere I could see the city, standing here."
“ May I come in sir. " “ keep the file and leave."
I heard the sound of the door being shut. I faced towards my table and sat comfortably on my chair.
I opened the file and saw her details.
“ Nandini Haya Zubair" I smiled. It's better than Nans. I thought.
I read her details. Where she lives and all.
“Ohh! She lives in rental house with a mate. " Hmm might be that Navs. Great!
I saw her degrees and qualifications. Some of the pictures with awards and certificates.
“Impressive"
“Languages she knows are English and urdu."
Was it a thing to mention. In Istanbul won't a person know urdu and English.
Till 5 more minutes I spent on it and stood up. I drank some water and went out.
“Lara.."
“yes sir. Lara reporting."
“give a call to this girl and ask her to be here till 11. Tomorrow. "
“ But sir, she..."
“you aren't that worthy that I have to explain when, what, and why I am doing that. "
“I will make the call."
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Tomorrow, 10 : 30 am
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(Manik's professional wear// How's it?? )
I was waiting for my grandmom to come. As she has to meet Ms. Haya zubair.
Although I told her everything last night, about the encounter with her while the interview and as expected after a lot of slaps and drama it settled to normal.
“ looking ugly today, idiot"
My granny came holding her stuff and without looking at me straight to the car.
“ shukran " I smiled and I clearly knew the sarcastic statements she passes for me.
“ Owallah' hafiz ammi." I hugged her.
My mother waved both of us a warm bye. And I drove to the office.
“A very good morning sir and mam. Welcome to the office"
“ Morning Lara, As soon as she comes, send her in. And I don't want anyone to interrupt."
I could sense the thoughts running in the minds of the staff, but I didn't pay any attention to it.
It was 11:00 by now. Alia and cabir too joint me and dadi. They often help me with my work.
“Sir she is there. Should I call her in??" “Ya!" I replied.
I was facing my back towards the gate. I heard as if someone pushed it in.
“ May I come in Sir? "
“Yes." My granny replied.
“Asalaama walekum"
“Wallekuma saalam" my granny said.
“Have a seat." She continued
I got up from where I was and sat beside my granny.
I looked her, while she too did the same for a millisecond and then her eyes were down, on the table.
