🍃Chapter 6 🍃

Burhan's POV:-
As soon as I reach the Malik's Enterprise I park my car in their under ground parking lot before stepping out of it and walking towards the elevator.

I pressed the 28th button. Dad had already massaged me the floor number and the diraction of the meeting room , so that I don't have to ask for directions from someone and waste my precious time.

The elevator ding indicating the arrivel of my desire floor. One thing which I noted was that this building needs an urgent renovation. The colours are fading away from the walls indicating that the painting of walls had not been done for years.

Anyway as I reached the confrence room , I fix my coat and tie and took a deap breath before opening the door and making my presence.

"Good morning gentleman sorry for keeping you wait." I said maintaining a professional posture of mine.

"Its okay son we were just getting started" dad said already looking at me with a proud expression.

"May I know why are you here Burhan"? Mr. Shahbaz asked the most expected question.

"Actually its Mr. Malik Rahman for you or better sir" I lean on the table by putting my hands on it.

"And why do you think I would do that?" He is a stubborn piece of meat I must say.

I look at him with a bored expression but then a smirk came on my lips as I lean towards his face and said in low dangerous voice

"As a matter of fact I have brought all the shares of the Malik enterprise so technically It made me directly the boss of this company Mr Malik and yeah one more thing I have also brought the haveli so you are no longer the owner of both the things". As I completed my smirk grew wide seeing his shocked expression. Sweat was visible on his forehead and he grabbed a glass water before drinking the liquid in one go.

All the colours drain out of his face which made me have a successful satisfaction.

"You . You tricked me, it's Mr. Rehman who was supposed to buy the haveli not you . You bastard I will kill you." He jumped out of his chair and ready to pounce on me but my lawyer and Secretary hold him down.

I laugh at him and settle myself on the nearby leather couch.

"Relax Mr. Shahbaz you don't want me to kick you out of the haveli and the company". Silence fell on him as he stared at me with angry expression.

"Now lets get over with this please sign these papers here and let the good news spread like fire".

"I will not sign any bloody papers".

"Tch tch. As you wish but Iam afraid you have to sign these papers or other wise I have to send you to jail for selling cheap products in high prices. You know I have solid proofs for that you can't escaped this time Mr. Shahbaz but Iam giving you chance sign these and I will not say anything to anyone. Your secret will be save with me". Boom I know my arrow is on right target because I saw him getting worried and with shaky hands he sign those property papers and share papers and I took a sigh of relief.

Baba , Dada jan I hope you are watching this . Don't worry I will not let any one harm your hardwork.

After shaking hands with lawyers and hugging dad who patted my head I trun towards Shahbaz uncle and forwarded my hand for a handshake and he seethed under his teeth before accepting my hand.

I only shake my head at him when he stormed out of the office .

"Burhan child now what ? What do you want me to do next?" Dad asked with a proud and content smile on his face.

"Nothing dad . You just enjoy and take some rest now . You have done more then enough and I am very much thankful to you for that but now its my journey. I have to face it alone". I clasped his hand in mine and show my gratitude towards him.

"Nonsense, you are calling me dad and saying thankyou to me also. How many times I habe told you you are not alone. Never feel that you have nobody. I will always support you okay". He smile at me I retrun the favour with a big smile.

"Lets visit Your Baba and Dada jan's grave . Lets share our good news to them."

"Okay dad let me finish some work then I will join you"

"Good take care okay call me if you need anything". With that he walk away.

I settle my self on the chair behind the table and start sorting out the things I have to take first.

Hoorain's POV:-

Today is the worst day of my life. First this headache is killing me and now these cramps has become worse.

I want to eat a chocolate.

But you don't have any money.

No I have 200 rupees . Its my bus fair but for now my hunger is my first priority.

With that thought I quickly submitted my assigment and move towards canteen. I was walking slowly because of the pain and it was like I will faint in any time .

"Hoorain wait what happen to you ?" Alina my bestfriend from collage askes me as she join me in the corridor leading to canteen.

I didn't have energy to answer her so giving her a smile small I again walk towrads canteen with her by my side.

After 10 minutes here we are both sitting on a table facing each other with me eating the burger with big bites means greedily.

Alina watched me with a sad and pity expression and offer me bottle of water when she saw me choking on my full mouth.

"Hoorain you didn't eat food again. Why are you doing this to yourself"?

"Actuallay baba banned my dinner last night and today morning I gave my food to this old lady who was looking more hungry then me". I gave her a sheepish smile before taking a bite of chocolate. She shake her head on my careless behaviour and said

"Hoorain be serious its your life dear. Tell me Hoorain how many times you have eaten your favourite food? When was the last time you have buy yourself a new dress ? When was the last time you have laughed whole heartedly?" I become still and bowed my head down because honestly I don't have a answer to these question.

"Exactly why can't you leave them and live your own life fully instead of worrying and giving priorities to someone else first".

"Alina you know I can't leave them. They are my family and lets say I left the house then where will I go. I don't have proper degree. Atleast I am having people around me and a shelter over my head and that too with respect. " When she didn't said anything. I now I have made my point clear.

"You know I pray for you that one day you will get everything you wish for. You are too innocent and kindhearted and InshAllah one day your prince charming will come to sweep you from your feets and will hide you in his coocan from this cruel world" I blush at her comment and said Ameen.

"Hoorain where is your sister?" A manly voice starlted me and I watch the person in horror. There stood my bully and my biggest enemy , my cousin cum Zeeshan shah.

He is the son of my phoopho and he also had a sister Iqra shah who is a very sweet soul.

Daneen Api is doing M.BA because according to Baba she will join and take care of the family bussiness . Zeeshan is also persuading M.ba and Iqra she is just a year older then me and is persuading a degree in fashion designing.

"I asked you question dammit answer me. Where is Daneen"? He bang his hands on the table making me band in my chair from fear.

"I..Api... sh..e

"Stop shattering and talk properly" a loud gasped escaped my mouth listening to his scary and loud voice.

"Stop harassing and shouting at her Zeeshan . She don't know where her bitch of a sister is?" Alina said when she saw my scared expression.

Before he could answer back Daneen Api walk in with Anaya on her side.

Anaya what is she doing here?

Zeeshan walk towards Api like a love sick puppy.

Let me tell you one thing Zeeshan like my sister alot. It's a one sided though because according to Daneen Api he is no match of hers and she already love someone who according to her is in another country completing his studies. But who is he is still unknown to everyone.

"Zeeshan stop bothering me and let me tell you he is back my love is back and we are going to get marry soon. You are most welcome to attained my marriage " Api said but who is she referring.

My breath hitched when I try to connect the dots.

No It can't be she don't love him or did she. Is he Burhan.

No..no..no .. he is mine I love him. Ya Allah please let it not be true.

"Hoorain you fine . Its like you have seen some ghost " Alina might have sense my discomfort thats why she put her hand on my mine and shake me to come to my senses.

"Yea..h...yeah. I am fine its just I have to go to the library . Call work you know. I will meet you tomorrow InshAllah. Allah Hafiz." Without waiting for her reply I run out of there and made my way towards library.

My mind was complete mess if its true then they will get marry. Api is beautiful, bold and she knows how to talk and me I am not even a percent near to her.

I shake my head and start putting the books in there right places.

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I completed my work and move out of the library not before greeting my boss slash the owner of library.

He is a old polite man. A retired literature teacher.

Anyway I saw the time on my small watch that was hooked around my wrist. It was showing 5:45pm.

The sun was about to set as it was almost maghrib time. I start walking on the footpath as I have spend all my money to fill my stomach so I don't habe enough money left to pay for a bus fair or taxi fair.

I was in my thoughts not caring about my surroundings. I didn't know when a certain balck car has stopped just beside me.

The horn of the car startled me and brought me out of my lalala land.

I trun towards the car to see Anaya's father seeing me through the glass window.

"Hoorain bacha what are you doing here . Your university has been closed a long time ago and why are walking alone come sit in the car" He didn't let me say anything and ordered me to sit in the car.

I want to protest but then decide against it because my feet were bagging for rest and these cramps where killing me. So without any argument I open the back door before settling my self on the seat.

When I closed the door I immediately regret it because of the person sitting on the driving seat.

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