~ unplanned.

"Oye" Someone yellled in a distance, heavy traffic making it hard for pedestrians to cross the road, it wasnt easy living in newyork on top of everything that go wrong with this day something..... did go awfully wrong.

"Miss Ahmed this was your last warning, I've had enough of your nonsense" the intimidating man gritted turning around to face Namal.

A 24 year old, trying her hardest to keep her job, or else to go back home and face the consequences which she didn't want to think about. 

"Sir, I... I promise to do better and present my final designs by monday, please....."

"End of discussion you're fired miss Ahmed" a groan slipped past her lips, eyes shut tightly before she opened them along with her mouth to plead but she closed it back seeing her employers clenched jaw.

"Out" he yelled making her jump before dashing out. 

"This freaking-" she groaned kicking the trash can and immediately scurrying to pull it back up.

"So I'm guessing you're leaving" her desk mate asked making Namal glare at her before slumping on the floor against her cabinet.

"Why can't he give me more time?" she mewled making her colleague roll her eyes and go back to her work, her hand working delicately with the paint brush in her hand.

"He technically did" Aima shook her head looking at the woman sulking on the ground. 

People glanced at the tall jeans cladded legs, bright pink top covered torso and ruffled sleeves covering her arms as she pulled her hands up tp her face to hide it behind her palms, a high pitched muffled scream resounded in the ten feet diameter of her closest surrounding. 

"It wasn't enough" she mumbled making Aima give her yet another side glance.

"It would've been if you hadn't spent it reading so many books one after another." Aima stated facts making Namal lift her face up to meet her grey eyes.

"Why are you so happy?" Namal asked making Aima roll her eyes.

"I'm not, it was all going to happen with the way you were taking his extended deadlines for granted" Aima stated yet another fact making Namal roll her eyes this time and get up, her eyes narrowed at her boss's cabin before she started gathering her stuff from her table across from Aima's. 

"It's not the end of the world, I'll find a new job, one that actually pays me well, with a better looking boss to happily work for" she stated proudly already having in mind what she was going to do with all this free time now on her hands.

"Have a good day Namal" Aima spoke a little too happily. It didn't take anyone more than a glance  to know that Aima was the first to be delighted by her leaving.

With yet another roll of her eyes she walked her way out of the building, almost getting hit by a car on her way out but well that didn't go as planned, there was no way her expectations of getting run over by a hot man were coming true, a sad sigh made it's way out of her lips as she decided whether she wanted to walk to her apartment or take a cab but with the way it starting to drizzle her saving money on the fare wasn't happening. 

Reaching her home she kicked the door open to enter her decent sized apartment. A delicate marble staircase spiralled up to the first floor which was her very own fashion chaos with mannequins, unfinished projects and piles of fabric laying untouched since a long time ago.

All of this was a generosity from her dada abu, he was always the first one to spoil her with everything she even thought of. Sometimes Namal wondered if he did all of this out of sympathy for the poor little girl, but life was too short to nit pick everything what came her way she took with open arms.

Money and gifts? Ooo did she love those.

The living room was well-lit with the large floor to ceiling window right across from the front door, to her left was an open kitchen accented with powder pink cabinets and lush brown work to them, a marble counter acting her a bar counter for her.

Kicking off her heels she walked further into the house to be greeted with yet another destroyed planter. Kudos to cinnamon roll her two year old ragdoll and hades her  12 month old Maine coon. The duo was as deadly as they were fluffy and she couldn't help but stare at the disaster for good two minutes.

"No snacks till dinner time" she yelled making the cats come out of hiding and growl un-approvingly.

"Why can't I have single alive plant? What's wrong with the two of you?" She groaned sitting down on the cream white coloured couch that now had paw prints all over it thanks to her flat mates.

Once in a while Namal really considered why her grandmother was against pets.

"Aiwain gand philandi rendian ne. Dafa kar aye billian no"

(They're always creating a mess, forget these cats)

Namal chuckled remembering how this phrase of hers would always get her in an argument with her grandfather who adored cats like she did.

It wasn't long when Hades and cinnamon roll joined her on the couch and snuggled into her lap trying to bribe some snacks out of her.

"He fired me" she told them not that they understood but they did sympathetically purr against her thighs.

"I should probably leave procrastinating if I don't want to get married so soon" she mumbled getting up from her place and taking the stinking balls of fur with her.

"What do you two do exactly?" She asked scrunching her nose at their disheveled state.

While all they did was stare at her with their ears perked and eyes wide. Hades was a handsome boy with a stoic face, if it's was possible to judge  a cat's face. He had pointy ears and the coat of a king while cinnamon roll was his partner in crime.

As Namal ran the water for her babies to give them a wash the door bell rang. Her eyebrows furrowed as she wondered who it could possibly be before the bell rang again.

"Don't move" she warned before going to check who it was.

"Yeh Yahan kia karrahe hain?" Namal's eyes widened seeing Agha here.
(What is he doing here?)

Agha, was her grandfather's personal guard and he only graced her with his dominating presence to drop her to the city and then take her back to the village.

"Shit shit shit....." Namal was running by the end of her panic untucking her top, letting it fall down till mid thigh, grabbing a scarf to wrap around her neck to look decent, not to mention she smelt like her cats right now.

Which, was not pleasant.

"Agha" she smiled opening the door wide for the man who's face was as stoic as she remembered it to be.

"Namal" he acknowledged with a strict nod of his head.

"Andar aayen" she spoke inviting him inside and he did. His eyes wandering around the messed up living room and the wet creatures standing by her bedroom door.
(Come inside) 

"Bare Sahab is calling you back home" he stated making her gulp and freeze for a while.

(Big boss)

"But why?" She asked making him turn his sharp gaze to her. The man was no doubt handsome and the age of her father most probably.

"Your sister's getting married next week or have you forgotten?" He asked making Namal cease against the rush of adrenaline in her nerves.

"Oh... They're coming back?" She asked making him nod.

"They're actually at the haveli right now." He informed walking inside to pull the fallen planter up and take the cats to their tubs.

Namal stood frozen feeling her homes environment getting polluted by the news of her family's return. Sighing she went to close the door and then started moving towards her room.

"Agha" she called hearing water running, a smile bloomed on her face as she witnessed him washing the cats like many other time that he had helped a confused Namal to get on her feet.

"Yes?" He asked in a soft fatherly tone making Namal sit beside him to help him.

"Can't I come over last moment?" She asked making the man turn his head to the side and sign, for a moment his stoic expression slipped.

"Bache I know you don't like being there when they're visiting but it's your grandfather's order. He must have a reason to call you home this early" he reasoned making her nod and get up to pack her things.

"God! stop yelling daarcheeni" Agha yelled at cinnamon roll making Namal burst out laughing at his nickname he had given her daarcheeni. 

it was a miracle that her sister had said yes to getting married to a man from their country and not someone from the UK...

Assalamualikum guys how are you all?

I'm back with a story that's been going on in my head for months now and I'm here to present it to you with hopes that you'll like it.

Comment and tell me how it is.

Enjoy.

Love,

Hafsa Tahir

Allah Hafiz.