ISHQIYA

Keemti Ishq I

Sheryaar Khan, the most feared name of Bhopal. He was from middle class family, standing on his own foot. If five year ago you would have asked who is Sheryaar Khan? You wouldn't get much response, he was no one.

A buisness tycoon of India. He is what people call him. Fierce, brutal, aggressive and a handsome devil. He is always the talk of the town. No one wanted to cross their path with him.

But one man did.

Basheer Ali, CEO of Ali enterprises.

The cold war started in a buisness party. Sheryaar don't go much in these party. He wasn't a party type from the starting. Or because he don't want to hear the rumours about himself, that his wife left him, he have everything because of his wife, his wife cheated him.

He didn't want to hear these things because these rumours are totally true, he was a person whom his wife cheated for someone else.

That incident in his life changed him. Changes him totally.

But everybody talks behind his back and Basheer Ali got the audacity to talk in front of him.

"I have heard you left your wife because she slept with someone. Do you still have her contact, ask her can she warm my bed too?" These were the words of Basheer Ali, words enough to destroy him. These words hurt Sheryaar's ego. Her deeds are still haunting him even if he left her.

To destroy Basheer Ali into ashes, he bought his company.

Ali enterprises was now under Khan Empire.

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Today, he thought about to visit his new company. Showing his ruthless swag he entered in the office. All the employees stand up to greet him. As always male eyes were showing fear and female eyes him as their new lusty toffee. He smirked at their instinct.

Every office has a chamcha who licks the boss's foot. This office has too. Office admin, Farooq comes behind him like a lost puppy.

Sheryaar enter his new cabin and sits on his new seat then Farooq comes to irritate him "Good morning sir, welcome."

Sheryaar nodded and asked his name "So, what's your name?"

"Farooq sir, admin of this office." Farooq blurted showing his yellow teeth.

"So Farooq, you must know who I am. And if don't them let me tell you I'm your new boss" Sheryaar exclaimed.

Farooq grinned widely and bragged further "Yes sir who don't know. You are afterall the great businessman of India. I wanted to work with you always but...." Sheryaar showed his hand to stop him and asked in annoyed voice "As I have taken Mr.Ali's place, so Mr.Ali's PA will now assist me, so drag your foot outside this door and call him here. We have to start the work, go now"

Hearing his words Farooq lift his foot to call the PA. And Sheryaar takes some files kept on the table.

Reading each and every detail. He sighed and gave a notice to his surrounding, keeping a note in mind that what need to be change here. He want to change everything. As soon as his new PA will come, he will blurt out his order to him. He again engrossed himself in the file and company data.

Then someone knocked at his door. He asked the person to come in.

Then the person entered and said a faint Good Morning.

A female voice, a known voice.

Sheryaar averted his gaze to the person from the file. He got stupefied seeing the person in front of him. His mouth hung open seeing her.

He noticed her feature, her eyes were swollen, her nose were red.

Did she cried?

He was astonish, seeing the reason of his misery, his wife, Afaf Khatoon.

A/N:- Guys I can't live without publishing it, I think no one is excited about my story, but please read it, and give it your love, I am really feeling so vulnerable right now. Please shower your love as votes and comment, I will publish another part of it after I will complete writing it, and without any motivation I really can't do it. Please at least vote also, not just read it. 

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