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"SA DESIGNERS"

In the posh area of Islambad where the richness scream from far far away, where elegancy and your style shows your class, your status.

Classy boutiques, designer's shops and elegant branded showroom of different things surrounded every side of the area.

Among these stood the most sophisticated and a well build office building of namely SA Designers.

The huge tall building with its eye catching exterior stood proudley gladly screaming her worth and power and not to forget the hard work of the owner who build it.

As we entered inside the building the awestruck view of interior is more mouthwatering then its exterior. The huge lobby with the most sophisticated and unique exterior welcome us.

Every single person dressed professionaly busily concentrate on there work.

A girl in her late 20s stood at the entrance with her mouth wide open as she watch everything with utter astonishment.

Suddenly she felt self-conscious as she saw everyone dressed professionaly, man in three pieces suit or button up shirts on jeans. While the woman and girls were dressed in jeans and shirts or long skirts all looking absolutely beautifully and were carrying themselves confidently even in there high heels .

She look down at herself , today her mother choose the dress for her which she had especially stitch with her own hands for her only daughter's especial day.

(She is wearing a duppata also)

She clinched her dupatta around her neck and nervously set her dupatta on its place.

Today she had worn the heels for the first time in her life and to say her feet were burised would be understanding.

Taking a deap breath she took slow steps towards the reception desk and gulp nervously before standing infront of the desk . Tightening her portfolio to her chest she cleared her throat in order to gain the attention of the girl behind the desk.

The girl finish the phone call before giving all her attention to the timid and out of place girl standing in front of her. She rise her eyebrow and watch the girl or more like observe her from bottom to head.

"Yes how may I help you miss?" She question the girl who start chewing her bottom lip in nervousness.

"Umm! Actually I'm here for an interview" mustering up so courage she answer the girl.

"Okay can you tell me your name"

"Its Ilaya Shareef "

"Okay miss Ilaya , here is your interview pass . Just go to the 5th floor 2nd corridor. You will find more candidates there also. Good luck" . The receptionist give Ilaya some directions making Ilaya to pass a grateful smile at her.

Ilaya's POV:

I took another deap breath before walking towards the elevator to reach the 5th floor.

The heels were practically killing my feets as I start to feel my feet numb. They thump on the polish tiled floor.

I was about to press the elevator button when my eyes went on the left side where a staircase was present.

To say I was shock would be understanding. My breath hitched and my palm turn sweaty all of sudden and my heart start to beat abnormally as I watch this certain man walking down the stairs looking as handsome and Charming as always.

The office attire made him to look more attractive, the suit stretched perfectly on his wide muscles shoulders and chest, making him just look like a handsome hunk.

I could feel my cheeks to warm up as a blush start to creep on my cheeks, as I saw him ,

my crush from collage .

Like always he was passing his charming smile to every colleague, he wink at the girls who were drooling over him .

I shook my head at his silly behaviour. Nothing has changed, he still a charmer and a big filrt just like he was in collage days.

My eyes buldge out as I saw him coming towards my way , he was engrossed in his phone now , but still walk confidently.

Our shoulder brush a little as he walk past sparing a side glance and giving me small smile before disappearing in the elevator.

I feel a ping in my heart as I thought

Does he don't recognised me.

Huh! As if you were his long term girlfriend.

Thankyou for reminding you idiot.

What I am . No you are an Idiot .. Idiot . Come to Earth you are flying very high on the sky.

Okay stop it.

No why? Its so good to tease you.

Huh I hate you.

I know you hate yourself tell me something new.

Huhhhh!!!

I stop my ridiculous fight with my subconscious as I hear a ping sound of elevator.

I press the 5th floor button before patienly waited for the elevator to reach on the floor.

After like 5 minutes the elevator stopped at the 5th floor and I got out of it and clutched my protofolio to my chest as if my life depend on it.

I took the seat in the lounge where few more woman and even man waited for there interview turn.

As I set on the far corner seat and start looking around me or more like observing the girl infront of me.

I am not a person who judge someone but the way they were dress and looking so much beautiful was making me self conscious.

There white skin colour glowed more as they have put lots of makeup to shine it up. There hairs styled in different and beautiful styles. And lastly there outfits were looking all tailored and elegant, they all were in jeans and tops , its only me who was wearing a salwar suit
( A type of desi wear).

Let's introduce myself properly to you people as I wait for my interview turn.

My name is Ilaya Shareef . I am 22 year old and had a degree in fashion sketching . I belong from a middle-class family. My father Shareef Ali is a retired government teacher and my mother Maryam Shareef is a house wife . I also had two brother both of them are married and had a family of there own, but we all live in a same house as we can't afford to rent a new house for us and because of this my bhabhis ( brother's wife) always had a fight with my brothers as according to them me and my parents are a burden on them.

I completed my studies through scholarship as my father refuse to spend single penny on my education or my needs because according to him girls are meant to be married and its just a waste of money. But my mother was my full time support, today whatever I have is just because of her. She had fought alot for me and now its time to give her the fruit of her long fight.

As I turn my head to my right I saw my reflection starring at me in the glass window. I put my hand on my hairs which were styled by my mother in a beautiful French braid.

My mother is the most beautiful lady in our family . In her younger age she was so beautiful that my grandparents had to hide her from the evil society. My mother want to become a fashion designer, she want to have her life but as in our society education of a girl and her working out of homes is considered as a sinful act , so when my mom turn 20 my grandparents married her off to the man who was way more older then her. Yes my dad is 10 years older then my mom.

Anyway my mom tells me that when I was born she swears that she will never let the same thing happen to me and indeed she fulfilled her promise.

"Miss Ilaya its your turn". My chain of thoughts broke by the lady calling me for my turn.

I stood up before following her and she stood infront of a wooden door before knocking on it.

When we were granted the permission she opened the door and ushered me to get in.

I took a deap breath and give preptalk to myself.

You can do this Ilaya. Let's make mama's dream come true.

With the new determination I entered the all set and ready to step on my next level of my life.

Arham's POV:

So the author has finally decided to give me a chance to speak Huh!

Anyway Hi there beautiful ladies and girls . As you all know I am Arham Ahmed and I work with my mother in our company which is basically a fashion designing. We own several boutiques and tailor shops all around the country.

Okay let's put these boring things on side just tell me how are you charming ladies . I can imagine you all looking beautiful and cute ohh! How I wish to see you guys *wink* *wink*.

Stop filerting you are just an imaginary character, so stop your these nonsense thoughts.

Thanks for reminding me of the reality you mood blocker.

"Hi Arham". I turn around at the voice and saw a girl beautifully dressed standing infront of me. She was biting her red lips which by the way looks so gross and cringe. I give a fake smile to her and waited for her to say .

"You remember me right"? The girl said with her ohh so sweet smile.

"I.. huh!! That..Ummm... Sorry what's your name? I scratch the back of my neck as I saw her smile fell and a frown came on her face.

"I am Ameera . We meet yesterday at this diner and had a feast there . You forget how could you we even exchange the numbers. "

"Oooo!!" I turn my mouth in O shape as It finally click me who she is.

I was about to say something when my mom's secretary told me that I am being called in interview room where I have to see some protofolio of the new bies.

Giving a apologetic smile to the Ameera girl I walk in the direction of the room.

You see I don't do relationships or I don't believe in true love trash etc. They are just waste of time. At the end its just you and your broken heart if you fall for someone.

I had seen Aahil bhaiy (brother) struggling in his marriage life which is an unexpected and shocking thing for us by the way. So its a no no for me to marriage as well. I am good the way I am spending my life right now. Relationships and marriage demands commitment and I am not ready to sacrifice my life to it.

Little did he knows that soon his view about all this are going to change as some certain one will make a huge and special place in his heart.( After all, its all in the hands fate).

Ilaya's POV:

My breath hitched as I saw Arham sitting on one the chairs infront of me. Two more woman set on there respected chairs.

Gulping down nervously I said my salam slowly and I swear I saw a shock expression on Arham's face as if he had listened for the first time someone saying salam.

"Waliakumsalam please take a seat and show us your protofolio " . The lady on the left side said with a warm smile.

I seat on the chair in front of them and forwarded my designs to them.

Arham was still looking at me and his heating gaze was making me really uncomfortable. He was tracing his lowing lip with his forefinger and he was as if in deap thoughts .

"Arham Arham" the lady in the middle jerked him away and finally he came to his senses.

Blinking his eyes, he asked the lady

"Sorry what were you saying Mama"?

"I was asking did you like the designs "?

"Let me see for a second " he said as he took my file in his hands .

"Can you wait for a second outside dear . We have to discuss something important ". The lady which I came to know is his mother said to me.

Giving them a nervous smile I walk out of the room. I was so scared what if they rejected me then baba will get me married to that man who is of my fathers age.

I set there patiently waiting for there announcement. Suddenly all three of them came out of the room making my heart to race on its high speed.

"Thankyou so much for coming here and showing your talent to us. I am going to announce the 3 names who will be working with us as designer while we have choosed one name as a helper ." The lady announced and she start taking the names.

"Miss Tania
Miss Rija
And Mr. Ali. Congratulations you three are selected and all three of you will be working with us ." My face lost all its colurs when my name was not selected I wanted to cry so badly . I am so sorry mama.

"Okay so lastly we have selected Miss Ilaya as our helper" . Did she took my name.

I look at her in shock as I didn't believe that I got the job.

Okay I know its a job of helper but at least I am not getting married to some old snob and I will work hard to become a designer one day.

Atleast something is better then nothing.

Ohhh! Thankyou so much Allah(God).

I smile ear to ear and Arham look at me like I have grown horns on my head.

But this time I know why his expression is like this because he also must be thinking that I am happy even if I got the job of a helper but as it is said for your bigger dreams you have to start with small steps and that's what Iam going to do.

Aslamoaliakum and Hi lovelies 💖 💓 💕

Hope you all are doing fine 🤗🤗🤗⚘

This is my way of showing gratitude to you gyuz . You all are amazing.

Thankyou so much for showering your love on my work.

AND ONE MORE THING SO FAR I HAVE BEEN DONE WITH MY 3 ORAL EXAMS AND ALHAMDULLILAH THEY WERE AMAZING .

SO THANKYOU SO MUCH FOR PRAYING AND WISHING ME LUCK FOR MY EXAMS.

ONLY 3 MORE EXAMS ARE REMAINING THEN I WILL BE FREE.

MUCH LOVE 💘

‐Norrulain123 ‐