8th August, 2018

"You sure mate you have energy still left in you for another round?" Shumail asked as he put his hands on his knees, panting.

"Talk about yourself. I can still win another round." Zaid spoke from where he was sprawled on the floor, his breaths coming out in short pants too.

Zaid and Shumail were at their regular boxing practise. They had been practicing boxing for general fitness and as a sport from quite a long.

Now after a couple rounds both their energy was drained and they didn't had capacity to play anymore but neither of them wanted to accept defeat.

"Well you might but for now I would like to let you take a break. Let's head back." Shumail spoke as he opened the strap of his glove with his teeth, removing it and opened the strap of the other glove with his now glove free hand.

"Why? Are you afraid?" Zaid questioned wiggling his eyebrows.

"I ain't the one sprawled on the floor." Shumail smiled sarcastically. He forwarded his hand for Zaid to hold and helped him up as Zaid removed his boxing gloves as well. They both got out of the ring and headed to their bags to change.

"Have to get to work early today. Few things need my attention. I'll head back." Shumail spoke as he zipped his duffel bag close.

"Not gonna wait for the two?" Zaid questioned, his brows knitted together.

"Naah. Have to reach office early today. Will meet them later."

"Cool. Gonna join us at the gym?" Zaid asked.

"Not sure but will try. Ohk hasta la vista." Shumail spoke as he hung his bag on his shoulder and putting his right hand at his left temple he gave a mock salute and with that he was out of the doors, jogging to where his car was parked.

Whistling to himself he unlocked his car with his keys and got in. Driving out of the parking lot, he was soon driving on the highways as headed to his house.

"Morning Robin." He greeted his servant as he entered his house.

"Good morning Sir. Breakfast is ready. Should I set the table?"

"Uh yeah but make it fast. I'm in quite a hurry." As his servant gave a nod, Shumail headed to his room to freshen up and get ready for work. After he had showered he dressed himself in his tux and did his collar. Brushing his hairs and wearing his watch and cufflinks he walked to his study to get all the important files from his cabinet and hurried to the kitchen to have his breakfast.

As he sat on the dining table, his cellphone buzzed. It was from his secretary.

"Good morning Sir. I just wanted to remind you that you have a meeting scheduled with The Monteneigro's in 5 minutes. I have already maiĺed you the details. I hope the meeting goes well."

"Ah I almost forgot. Thank you so much." He cut the call and quickly opened his Mac book, connecting the vedio conference with the delegates.

"Good morning Mr. Monteneigro." He greeted as he got his iPad and opened his secretary's mail for the details required for the meeting.

"Good morning Mr. Ibrahim. It's a pleasure to have this business conference with you."

"Oh believe me Mr. Monteneigro the pleasure is all mine. Anyways if we are ready then shall we get this meeting started?"

"Sure thing. So our company has a few plans made about this deal and we will like to get to know your plans for it as well. I suggest we have a face to face meeting regarding this deal and work on the plans together."

"Well Mr. Monteneigro we have some plans designed as well concerning the development and implementation of the new designs..." Shumail continued with the meeting, his breakfast was long forgotten. His stomach gurgled in the middle of the meeting but he ignored it as we went on discussing the pros and cons of the project.

After about half an hour he finally ended the conference and shut his macbook close. He looked at his now cold breakfast and huffed out a breath. Picking up a slice of toast and putting some peanut butter on it, he took a bite and taking all his things he started walking out.

Royal breakfast!

"Where to Sir?" His driver asked as soon as he got in his car.

"To the moon if possible." He joked.

"Right! To the office." The driver spoke with a sheepish look.

"Of course!" He spoke while his eyes were fixed on his iPad screen as he read through the documents carefully.

They had just rode a few kilometres when the car stoppped with a screeching sound, throwing him off balance serulting in him getting jerked in front.

"Woah! What happened Taylor?" Shumail asked

"Sir the tyre's punctured."

"Oh no! Do we have a spare?"

"No sir."

"Call at the mansion and tell someone to get a car now. I need to hurry to the office." He ordered as he sat there and continued with his work. A few minutes later his car arrived.

"Don't worry I'll get this myself from here. You get the car repaired and head home." He instructed and got in the driver's seat. Starting the car, he began driving to his office. He pluged his mobile in the charger and put on his bluetooth.

A few minutes later his mobile pinged indicating a meassage and he looked at the screen to see it. Picking up the mobile from it's spot, he unlocked it and opened the message box, all the while keeping an eye on the road. Suddenly his mobile slipped from his hands and fell at his feets making him groan. He looked down at his feets to spot it but he couldn't.

The next moment he looked up at the road, he applied the breaks with full force trying to stop the car from hitting the person who came in his way suddenly out of nowhere. The car came to a stop with a screeching sound followed by a scream and a banging noise.

The damage was done!

"Shit!" Shumail panicked and quickly unbuckling the seat belt, he opened the car door and got out. Shutting the car door close, he ran at the front to see an unconscious form of a girl. He ran upto her and kneeling by her side, he hesitated for a moment but then reached upto her and turned her around.

He was left speechless and mesmerised!

Ma Sha Allah!

The girl was in a plain white salwar kameez with a peach coloured hijab wrapped around her head. As Shumail turned her around, the steel bangles that adorned her wrist made a clinging sound catching his attention. Her face glowed even without any make up on. Her forehead wrinkled and she opened her eyes in slits before she fully blacked out in his lap and that's when the injury on her forehead caught Shumail's attention which had a blood stain.

"Oh no! Hey! Hey! Hey! Wake up!" He patted her cheeks to wake her up but it was of no use. He quickly put his arms under her knees and her back and picked her up. Walking back to his car, he opened the backseat door and placed her on the seat and closing the door, he got himself in the driver's seat. He looked at his watch and he saw he was getting late but getting the girl to the hospital was more important for him right then. He slammed his hand flat against the steering wheel in frustration and started the car, droving in full speed to the hospital.

At the speed he drove the car,  he was in front of the hospital building in a very less time. Getting out of the car and again carrying the girl in his arms, he ran in the sliding doors of the hospital's main entrance and directly made his way to the reception asking for any doctor to treat the girl. The nurses brought the stretcher and he made her lie on it and they took her in, to operate her.

He looked at his watch again and let out a groan.

First the puncture and now stuck in this!!

He walked to the reception and filled out all the documents. After he had paid for the treatment, he decided it was best that he leaves for his meeting and after he was done with it, he would come back to see the girl.

"Do whatever you want to but make sure she recovers quickly." With that said, he walked out of the hospital building and made his way to where he had parked his car. Getting in his car, he drove out of the hospital gates and made his way to his office.

"Sorry gentlemen. I apologise for the delay. Let's get this meeting started. Shall we?" Shumail spoke as he entered the conference room and headed for his seat at the head of the table.

The projector was set and it was projecting the presentation that he had to deliver as he stood up buttoning his tux to get the meeting started.

After what felt like a few hours of continuous presentations and business talk and discussions, Shumail finally walked out of the conference room along with the clients as he shook their hands.

"Thank you so much Mr. Ibrahim. I hope it will be a pleasure working with you."

"Ah I hope so too Mr. Gazi. It was a pleasure meeting you." Shumail spoke in his business tone as he shook hands with them again and escorted them out, his secretary following behind.

"Ms. Rose? Anymore appointments for the day?" He asked once they were in the elevator, heading to his office. His secretary answered in negative and he took in a deep breath of relief at that. He opened the door to his office and locked it behind him after he entered. Walking to the attached closet he changed into some casual clothes and ruffled his hairs giving them a messy look before he walked out of the closet doors and headed out of his office.

"Ms. Rose get all the files of the shipyard project and get done with the documents. I want them on the table the first thing in the morning." He instructed.

"Sure Sir. But where are you go.."

"Ms. Rose last time I checked enquiring about my whereabouts wasn't a part of the job of a secretary." He spoke cutting her off.

"Sorry Sir." He hummed in answer and walked to the elevator. Pressing the button for the parking floor, he waited impatiently as he kept tapping his fingers on his cell.

I hope she had gained her conscious by now..

The elevator doors dinged open and he quickly jogged to his car and getting in the car, he started it and drove down the slope of the first floor, exiting the Ibrahim Estate building.

I pray she's not severely injured.

Ugh! I feel so horrible for leaving her like that.

That was so irresponsible of me to be driving like that in the first place!!

Cursing himself for the accident all the while, he drove to the hospital. He thought it would be great if he would get her some flowers and a sorry card so he stopped by at the flower shop to get them.

After he had got the flowers and the card, he resumed his drive to the hospital and he soon reached it. Getting out of the car, he started walking to the hospital doors holding the flowers and the card. As he made his way to the reception, he greeted the person behind the desk and enquired about the girl.

"Sorry Sir but the patient has already been discharged." The receptionist informed. His lips formed in an O and he felt a little upset with the news.

She's already been discharged!

How will I apologise to her now?

I was already feeling so horrible about hitting her with my car and then leaving her in the hospital just like that and now I can't even get to apologise to her for my awful behaviour!

You are so so mean of a person Shumail!

He cursed himself for having done such a horrible thing and with a heavy heart he walked out of the hospital building as he made his way to his car. He threw the flowers and the card on the seat beside his once he was seated in his carand started the car getting it out of the parking lot.

I wish I could apologise to her somehow!

With that thought in mind, he drove off.

Heyy there my sugar candies *waves a hi*

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