AREEZAH✔️

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Jameel's Point of view.

Life would have been so easy, if everybody around you aren't a nuisance.

I go to work everyday in the hopes of living a happy life but no, somebody will have to cause an annoyance on my way. Later on, my mum will complain that I am short tempered bla bla bla.

Girls throw themselves at me. I mean, I am a very Handsome Guy and I'm proud to say it. Not being egoistic or something but I could contest for the most Handsome in the world and win it in a blink of an eye.

All they want is Money.

I want someone who I want to settle with, someone who is Modest, Kind, Shy, Pretty and religious. Mind you, I wasn't the one that listed all these characteristics, my old man did.

He died two years back and we had made a deal with him. For me to take over his business, I was going to meet up with these conditions he had laid down. I was the most raged man on earth at that time, why put pressure on my life?

My Dad never liked me. He had always called me a hooligan. I agree I was so rude and arrogant back then, I cause trouble every where I go.

All of his Hatred didn't matter because I had my mum supporting me all the way.

Girls needed the money, I needed the fun.

I couldn't afford to loose the fun I was having and my source of income only came from the business and sadly I had to agree.

But now all of it is a waste.

I came to understand that life isn't just about having money, it doesn't always revolve around it. Even tho People tend to stick around when they see money but vanish alongside the money when it is no more.

I had even accepted my fate that maybe no one could ever be true to me, I'll have to live a life of regret in money without having someone who genuinely care except for family.

And Farhan.

Farhan is my best friend and a bro. With all the hurdles going on in my life he had always stayed and even up till now. I came to understand that finding someone like him was very rare.

He is married to Minal Suraj. A well charactered girl who everyone seems to talk about. Honestly I get jealous when I see them together, I might be his best pal but his life was Minal.

I made a promise to destroy every lady that comes my way for money. I don't spare them, when the goal is achieved, I could let them go.

No, you can't call me wicked. They asked for it.

I could remember that the last pawn I dealt with had to literally beg for her life. She wanted money and I gave her what money could do. Even though she has ruined a very big part of me.

She used the money for her own destruction. I want all of them to turn their greed for money into hatred. A goal I have accomplished several times of my life.

The next target is Areezah. That's her name. She claims to be an introvert and doesn't even look like one, I could give her the credit that she was brave. To stand up to someone like me, you needed to be trained as if you would be going for a war.

I'm sure what she wants is also money and I will give it to her just as I have given others.

Actually I find her funny, the game hasn't even started and she was already begging. What she doesn't know is that I don't go back on my words.

To be honest, she is cute. Beautiful should I say?

I think she's the most prettiest I've seen so far but that wasn't going to change my plan.

"G, what you up to around this time?" Farhan opens the door to my office making himself comfortable on a chair opposite me.

"well it's almost closing, I've finished the work here so I think I need a rest." I tell him massaging my temples. The headache seems to be doubling by the moment.

"Almost? Everyone has left the office already but it's okay since the boss wants to stay back." He said with a laugh. I widened my eyes realizing how I had zoned out.

"I should go home then." I tell him already packing my stuffs inside my office bag.

"Home? C'mon let's play some basketball," he suggests. I weighed the pros and cons of the idea and discarded it.

"Sorry G, my head is throbbing. Everything okay with you and Minal?"
I asked. I knew that he always plays basketball when he is quite pissed of with Minal. He looks for an excuse to stay out and his wife would go batshit crazy that he's spending time with outsiders instead of her.

His wife was a real pain sometimes. But I can't say it to Farhan, he'd punch the living lights outta me.

"Not really, okay we had a fight again." He says sadly scratching the back of his head. "actually it's my fault this time." he added.

"What's the trouble you caused again." I asked as I swivel the chair I sat on back and forth.

"well I pranked her, I told her I was getting a second wife." he said and I couldn't help but laugh out loud. It was very hilarious. Who pranks his wife in such a way? Farhan didn't mean it, he could never love someone apart from Minal.

"You know you're stupid right? Who does that? You should know that women are the most jealous creatures on earth but anyways what did she say. " I tell him. He just frowned sending me glares every now and then.

"She threw me out of the house." okay I was doubling now on the ground.

"She did that!?" I asks in a fit of laughter. I could never get tired of hearing about their stories. It makes me laugh and relives me of stress.

"Hey, you don't get to tease me okay?" he defends but I even laughed more.

I sobered up later and checked my phone seeing that it is getting too late.

"okay buddy I'll have to go." I say. We got out of the office and I locked it and we walk down the stairs.

"So you aren't going to advice me on what I should do?" he asks frustrated.

"Go back home of course and if she oust you again Ive got plenty guest rooms." He hissed at me earning a chuckle from me. I opened my car door as I wave at him. He was already in his car too.

"Goodnight lover boy!" I shouted as I sped down the road to my home.

I said my salaam entering my house. My umma was sitting on the sofa watching a movie. Hannan my sister was no where to be seen. Must be chatting her life out at the moment.

Our house has been the same since Ya Jaleelah my elder sister and my old man left. Well Ya Jaleelah got married not like she's dead. God forbid.
She comes time to time though.

"Ma, Good evening." I greeted bowing down in prostration as the tradition has taught.

"How are you boy?" My mum said smiling softly at me.

"I'm fine Ma." I replied. She seem hesitant to say something and I grew quite.

"What's wrong Ma?" I asked her suspiciously. She looked at me and closed her eyes for a moment before opening it back.

"The deal you had with your dad. It's time to fulfil the promise." I sighed, I controlled my anger because I didn't want to vent out on my Ma.

"I haven't found someone yet." I said truthfully.

"Yes you have. You're getting married."

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