|Saad|

●6:00 am

Beep! Beep!

The sound echoed in a blackish-grey, murky and hazy  allotting room, the room was quite spacious and big, with a big full glass French window, with a king-size grey and black bed in the middle.

Then, the blanket which was messily placed on the mattress, put on some movement and then a rough, big veiny arm came out from the blanket and turned off the ringing alarm clock, in a swift motion, the blanket got removed and a big muscular body came into view.

Who was none other than Saad Junaid Khan.

He moved out of his bed and straight went out of the room, he was half-clad, only in his underpants, and he walked through the hallways and turned right and there was a huge gym room with different kinds of tools to exercise.

He inside and sit on a bench and lifted the dumbles and other things.

Exactly after one hour

7:00 am

Saad stopped punching the leather punching bag, he panted heavily stretched his arms cracked his head, took the bottle of cold water drank it in one gulp and wiped his facade with a towel.

After, Saad went to his room and sat comfortably on the couch. He had his I-pad in his hand, a device perfect for checking his emails. As he opened his email application, he started scrolling through his inbox, browsing through the subject lines and sender names. Some emails caught his attention, and he decided to answer them. Carefully typing on his I-pad, he composed thoughtful responses, making sure to address each email's content appropriately. Saad found this activity productive and satisfying, knowing that he was keeping up with his professional and personal communication.

Which took approximately half an hour,

7:30 am

There was a hard knock that drew attention to the door, its voice echoed in the eerily silent room, Yet, Saad remained unbothered and said in his hard deep wavy voice.

"Enter"

The black polished door opened and A maid in her 30s came into the picture, with a big black mug of Green Tea, kept on a glass table. she moved toward him and put the Mug on the table in front of him and with a bow she left.

Saad sat down with The Green Tea, its soothing aroma filling the air as he delicately cradled the cup. He took the first sip, feeling the warmth and earthy flavor wash over his taste buds, he appreciated the subtle nuances in the tea's taste, eventually emptying the cup with a sense of contentment.

8:00 am

Saad came out from the steam-filled bathroom, his skin flushed and dewy from the hot shower. Droplets of water glisten on his broad shoulders and chiselled chest, tracing the contours of his well-defined muscles and chocolate cubes abs. The scent of a crispy, invigorating body wash lingers in the air around him, a subtle reminder of the refreshing shower he's just enjoyed.

A white towel hanging on his small waist and another around his neck.

The whole hot scenery was seen by a poor maid who was arranging his clothes and other necessities. The maid gulped the lump and with a bow, she immediately left from there.

He started by choosing a pure white dress shirt, its fabric soft and smooth against his skin. The shirt accentuated his well-defined, muscular physique, hugging him perfectly and exuding a pristine elegance.

Next, he turned his attention to his tie, meticulously selecting one that complemented the white shirt. With practiced ease, he tied it in a perfectly symmetrical knot, a subtle contrast against the pure white canvas.

To complete his professional ensemble, he reached for a sleek, black dress coat. As he slid his arms into the tailored coat, the fabric clung to his frame, giving him an air of sophistication and confidence. Beneath the coat, he wore matching black pants, their creases sharp and precise, and they flowed seamlessly down to his polished black shoes, which glistened as though freshly sculpted from obsidian. Saad was now impeccably dressed, ready to conquer the day with style and grace.

After all dressing, he went out of the room at exactly eight-thirty, he moved toward the royal staircase of the royal mansion with its aesthetic interior.

He walks down to the ground floor where the living room with a big glass golden dining table attached to the big spacious kitchen of a combination of black and grey is located.

A solemn hush fell over the household as every member of the staff - the maids, butlers, housekeepers, and guards - knelt in unison. Their heads were bowed in a display of utmost respect and deference, and their eyes remained fixed upon the polished floor.

The atmosphere was one of quiet reverence, a silent acknowledgement of a significant moment or the presence of someone of great importance. It was as if a collective sense of humility and servitude had descended upon the entire staff, their synchronized posture reflecting a deep and unwavering commitment to their duties.

All of them shivered under its dark yet vicious aura, Saad took a glimpse of them and walk past them.

He finally reached the dining table exactly at 8:45.

He saw his parents already seating at the table and eating while minding their own business, not at all caring but each other, not minding whether their other- half is eating or not.

Saad sighed at the sight and took a seat, a maid came shivering in fear and frightened serving him the breakfast, not caring about the thing which we should read before eating or doing anything.

They don't even know whether the food is halal or not, they have just the tag of Muslim, but, don't care about the things which are done in Islam.

9:00 am

After finishing his breakfast, he went out of the dining room, without having any word with his parent.

He entered the living room, a place filled with memories and familiarity. With a purposeful stride, he made his way to a concealed cabinet. Inside, he carefully retrieved his essentials. His favorite gun, a polished and well-maintained piece, gleamed in the soft light. It rested comfortably in his hand, a symbol of both protection and power.

Beside the firearm, he grasped a small yet sharp knife, its blade glinting in the dim room. It was a tool, compact and deadly, chosen for its utility and precision. As he secured these items. Then he strides to the main gates of the royal mansion with guards heeding behind him.

The door guard opens the enormous door of the mansion for their Head Master and greeted him with a deep bow, Saad walked out unbothered by their action but, deep inside he regularly detected their action, we don't when or what the person is thinking.

Saad walked out of the mansion and the moment he step out of the mansion, an umbrella was over his head with a guard giving him his sunglasses.

He strolls toward his Mercedes, with five SUVs standing behind and in front with all glory, shining with sheer glow and the black colour of the cars enhancing their beauty more.

The guards in black apparel, with bulky bodies, necks and half faces covered with tattoos, with black glass on their sharp hawk eyes, approach the car and outspread the door for him.

Saad sat in the car and took his I pad in his hands and did some work.

Precisely At 9:20 am

The car engine stopped in front of a tremendous glass building, consisting of approx 60-70 floors.

The guards came out from their cars and ran toward their Master's car and open the door for him, Saad came out of the Mercedes and directly walked toward the anteroom of a gigantic structure.

As soon as he entered, the building fell silent the worker stood in a straight line, with a straight posture, hands behind and eyes glued on the expensive pure white tiles.

The receptionist greets their boss and enters his presence in her ledger. Even though he is the CEO, he still apprised the receptionist to Mark his actuality in the company.

Saad walked toward their personal lift of his and pressed button 69.

At 9:40 am.

Saad arrived at his office, where his secretary was standing in front of his office door with a blue colour file and an I pad in his hand.

Secretary- Zain Sheikh

Zain opened the wooden door for him and Saad entered, Zain trialling behind him.

Saad settle down on his big, comfy, bossy chair and opened the file that his secretary placed in front of him.

After proofreading the file, Zain told his schedule for the day.

And the day went by...
His cycle continues...

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