Billionaire's Hijabi

Chapter 28

Hasan P.O.V

I was sitting at my office room and was trying to check some files but I was failing again and again because whenever I tried to concentrate on my file, her face started coming before me....

Why??? Just why???

Why Allah??? Why it is always me???

First Diya broke my heart and then fake innocent girl Khushi. Why she has to be the bastard's daughter???

She unknowingly broke my heart or it was her planned act... The innocent drama in front of me...

Now I understand it was her plan to trap me with her innocent drama...

I again tried to check my file when I heard a knock at my door..

"Come in"...

My PA entered my cabin,
"Assalamualaikum ( May Allah give you peace) sir and good morning " My PA said...

" Walaikum Assalam ( May Allah gives you peace too) and good morning. What is it, Mir??" I asked my PA..

"Sir, I heard last night two person tried to kill Ms. Khushi Ali " My PA replied...

" What???? Tried to kill her??" I shouted...

"Yes sir, but Mr. Murat Ali, her brother saved her and he killed one of them " My PA said...

"What is happening, Mir???" I asked my PA...

"I don't have any idea sir. But I heard that the man who got killed he was the most wanted professional killer" My PA said...

"What a professional killer???" I asked him..

"What about the other one???" I again asked him...

"Sir, the other one ran away and police were unsuccessful to catch him" Mir, My PA told me..

"Okay. Anything else???" I asked him..

"Yes Sir. We have a meeting with Mr. Ali this afternoon and also Mr. Mirza Malik is here and he wants to meet you" Mir said...

"What?? Uncle is here? Why you let him wait for me Mir?? You should have informed me as soon he came here.. " I asked him..

"I tried to inform you about him, sir. But Mr. Malik refused to disturb you" My PA replied me..

"Okay, send him in, Mir " I told him..

"Okay sir", saying he went away..

Soon I heard I knock at my door...

"Come in..."

The man came inside my room and seeing him I stood up from my chair and went towards him..

"Assalamualaikum ( May Allah give you peace) uncle" saying this, I took his blessings and made him sit down in front of my chair...

"How are you son??" Uncle asked me ...

"Alhamdulillah (I am fine by the mercy of Allah) uncle, what about you and how is going everything in your inn???" I asked him softly..

"Alhamdulillah. We are all fine son, the money you send to us every month is enough to live a happy life in inn for everyone" Uncle said happily...

"Do you want to say something uncle? And why you came here here?? You should called me, uncle.." I asked him, because I don't want him to suffer for me, he is just like my family...

"Yes son, I want something special and it is your presence son, I know you are so busy but I want your presence. Actually I am going to open a orphanage beside our inn next week.