SAUDAH✅

7.My Knight, My Hero in a Black Hoodie⭐.

ANWAR'S POV.

Dubai, United Arab Emirates

"Yes, Ammie, my flight just landed," I said to my mom on the phone, coming off my private jet, all dressed in my Royal Blue Armani suit, walking to my car, which was parked in front of the jet.

One of the workers put my suitcase inside the car while the driver smiled, opening the door for me. I smiled back, muttering a 'Thank you.'

"Baby, don't go to work directly, go home and rest," Ammie said, and I groaned inwardly.

"Ammie, pleaseeee stop calling me a baby, and I will rest, Ok? Just calm down, please," I groaned. She's always treating me like a child. What about her other sons? I'm a grown man, please, Mom!

"My baby, even if you have your own children, you'll always be my baby. Speaking of which, my son, this mom of yours is getting old by the day. Get married. Don't you want me to see my grandchildren?" There she goes again, she's using her 'the sad, aged mother' voice to try to blackmail me into marriage. She desperately wants me to get married.

"Ammie, please! I'll get married when the time comes. Besides, I've found the right girl, all I need is her consent," I said, thinking about my Saudah.

"Boy, that girl better be Saudah. She's a nice girl, respectful, beautiful, a great cook, she's obedient, she's—" and there she goes being the 'child's best friend,' as she used to say.

Ever since the wedding, she has been talking non-stop about Saudah. All her good qualities, and honestly, I couldn't be happier; I want Saudah as my wife too.

"Ammie, I get it, and she will be. Insha Allah," I said, cutting her off before she spends the next hour complimenting my soon-to-be wife.

"Ok then. Thank you so much, my son. May Allah bless you abundantly, and make sure to sweep her off her feet before you both return back here," she said, laughing, and before I could reply, she hung up, making me smile.

The driver stopped in front of SHAZAD Corp., and opened the door for me before I walked out and entered the building. I know I told Mom I'll rest first, but I need to get some things done before getting the rest I needed.

I exchanged pleasantries with the workers as I entered the elevator and pressed the button for the 29th floor, where my office is.

As I stepped out of the elevator and walked to my office, I saw my assistant, Sakinah, sitting at the receptionist's seat near my office door. Her office is next to mine. She smiled when she saw me, I think she's covering for the receptionist.

"Welcome back, Mr. Shazad," she said in a voice that's supposed to be seductive, but to me, she sounds like a dying frog, no offense. But she's been like that since she started working here. I tried telling her nicely to stay away, but she just won't.

Sorry, but there's only one woman for me.

"Thank you, Sakinah, has Mr. Blackwell arrived yet?" I asked, going into my office.

She followed behind me with some files in hand. "No, he's not here yet. But here are the files you need to sign for the ongoing construction site," she said, keeping the files on my desk and smiling sweetly at me, to which I replied with a nod and a straight face.

"You may leave," I said curtly.

She frowned but nevertheless forced a smile. "Ok, Sir." She walked out.

After going through the files and making sure there's no trace of fraud in them, I signed the papers and continued checking more files about the company we're about to buy.