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2.Anwar Nawaz Shazad👔✅

Anwar Nawaz Shazad's POV👑

Walking into my huge walk in closet that was painted black and white, a sparkly white chandelier illuminated the closet making the whole place look exquisite, classy and attractive. The little hallway that leads to the closet is completely painted black and immediately you step foot in it, AC blares mixed along with the addicting scent of bakhoor--courtesy of my mother.

The clothes section is different from that of the shoes, wristwatches and cufflinks.

A hammock was placed just by the window giving a great view of the city. An oak wood coffee table placed in front of it and three books placed on it, alongside with my laptop and macbook. At times when I don't feel like working in my room, this is the perfect spot. It's soundproof, peaceful and most importantly, it's my hiding spot away from people.

Personally, I'm proud of myself for designing the whole place.

It wasn't always like this, I mean the old design was good but I wanted to renovate it, and so I did.

Now, it suits my taste.

I drew out my cufflinks drawer. There wasn't the cufflink I wanted in there,so I drew out the other drawers; about seven to be precise, each containing at least 25 sets of cufflinks. My eyes skimming over it all looking for that particular cufflink I want.

Finally, I found it. The particular cufflink I had with the inscription of the letters 'ANS' on it. I picked it up, put it on, and walked to my wrist watch section.

It didn't take me long to pick up a wrist watch because I wanted to wear the new latest Armani one I got. It costs a lot but when you love something, the price doesn't matter at all. That is, if you can afford it.

And with that, my Zanna Bukar cap perched perfectly on my head in place. I sprayed myself with my signature cologne.

With that I walked out of the closet and picked up my latest Samsung and slipped it in my pocket before picking up the keys to my Aston Martin one that I kept on my king size bed.

I walked downstairs straight to the parking lot where my car was. Ammie, Azeeza and Amal are at the bride's family house since the bride's mom is a close friend of Ammie. Besides, Amal and Azeeza are fond of Hasinah seeing that they'd hung out a few times before.

Girls.

I can't believe this; my best friend is getting married tomorrow, to the love of his life, Hasinah. He and I had been friends since middle school. We basically grew up together; he is like a twin brother to me. And if I had to say, Hasinah's in good hands, because that goofball loves her so much.

I drove directly to Ahmed's house where he and our friends were.

Most of them had been there since morning. Teasing, and helping him with the wedding prep. But I couldn't be there that early because I have to go to work. I'm working so hard to be CEO of SHAZAD CORP.

And even though my dad owns the company, he's making me work to earn the spot, because he believes that if he hands over the company to me that easily, I wouldn't know its value. Whereas if I worked for it, I'll know its value and I couldn't agree more considering the fact that he has many male children but I'm his eldest.

Basically, if you're an Arewa man you'll now that in Northern families, eldest male child usually gets everything. And seeing that both my parents are Turk, my dad still spent half his life here in Nigeria, Kano to be precise, since his parents passed away; it's only natural he thinks like a typical Arewa man. Ammie didn't have much problem coping in a foreign country much because she had relatives that reside here too mostly in Bauchi.