Izhaar se nahi intezaar se pata chalta hai Mohabbat kitni gehri hai
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Minahil tucked the stray of hair behind her and took a deep breath. His blazing eyes were sending shivers that ran down her back.
"Aap hame aise ghoore tou mat. Hamne kya kiya hai?" Minahil said in a low voice as she lowered her gaze.
(Why you are glaring at me like that? What I did?)
"I didn't expect that from you, Minahil. I thought you will act professionally here. You are my cousin but that doesn't mean you have the privilege to broke the rules," Harris glared at her.
Minahil bit her lips in nervousness as she was fidgeting with her fingers.
"Hamne kya kiya hai?" Minahil whined.
(What I did)
"Mera muh mat khulwana. Kaun tha woh?" Harris glared.
(Don't force me to let out my anger on you. Who was he?)
"Ab aap unprofessional nahi ho rahe hai. You are my boss and you can't interfere in my life," Minahil crossed her arms over her chest and said proudly.
(You are becoming unprofessional now)
Her breath hitched when she felt him leaning towards her. His cologne filled in her nostrils and her mind was in a daze.
"Aap durr rah kar bhi baat kar sakte hai," Minahil hesitantly said and his jaw ticked.
(You can still talk from far away)
"You didn't mind when he was standing so close to you," Harris's jaw tightened making her cheeks warm.
"He is my best friend," Minahil stammered.
"That doesn't have him a right to hold you like that, understood? And I swear Minahil if I found him near you, I will not spare him," Harris warned her.
"Aapko kya fark padta hai?" Minahil challenged crossing her arms over her chest.
(Why does it matter to you?)
Her tone held a challenge, a confession.
Her words managed to make him speechless.
"Mujhe koi fark nahi padta. All I care about is work and it's a workplace. You should behave professionally here," Harris cleared his throat making her sigh.
(I don't care)
"Maine jo tumhe file check karne ko kaha tha. Uska kya hua? I am expecting file on my desk in ten minutes," He said making her eyes widen.
(I told you to check the file? Are you done with your work?)
She forgets about the work as she was busy talking with Azlan.
"I am working under Azlan. I will do everything as he will guide me. Your secretary informs me that I will work under him for few weeks," Minahil said making his jaw clenched.
Harris pinched the bridge of his nose to calm down his anger. Rage filled is his veins just at the mere thought of her working with him.
"You will work under me and will report me everything," Harris ordered making her mouth gaped open.
"Aise kaise. Ye tou khullam khulla nepotism hua. Aap tou itne bade businessman hai. Jo experienced ho, usse aap apne under rakhiye. Ham tou mar ke bhi aapke under kaam nahi karenge. Ek din mai hamari haalat karab ho gai, aage kya hoga," Minahil said in an adamant tone.
(How? It's clear nepotism. You are a big businessman. You should hire someone experienced to work under you. I won't work under you even if it will cost my life. I am so done with work in just one day. How will I manage further?)
"Shut up," Harris said in a displeased tone.
"Aap bohot bure hai," Minahil pouted.
(You are very bad)
Harris's gaze fell on her plump lips which were pursued into the pouts. He let out a groan as he realized that how badly want to kiss those lips.
Minahil eyebrows drew closer as she scrunched her nose.
"Allah. Aaj kal tou aap bohot ajeeb awaaz nikalne lage hai," Minahil scrunches her nose as she said in a hesitant tone.
(You are letting out such a weird noise)
His eyes widen at her words as he scratches the back of his neck in embarrassment.
"Minahil, apna waqt mat zaaya karo aur fauran file check Karo. Waise bhi tumne bohot waqt zaaya kar liya hai. And don't you dare waste your time talking to some shit person," He warned to which she slowly nodded her head.
(Don't waste your time. Go and check your file. You already waste enough time)
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"I have checked the marketing data of the file and the date of delivery is delayed," Minahil informed him as she entered his office.
Harris raised his eyebrows as he gestures her to sit down.
"Show me your design portfolio," Harris ordered making her nervous.
"I'm not an expert. Jo bhi samajh aaya, hamne design kar liya," Minahil hesitate to which he let out a sigh.
(I designed whatever came to my mind)
"Minahil- relax. Sab nervous rahte hai start mai par sab sahi ho jaata. You should be confident about your work. No one will appreciate your work unless you will do it," Harris explained to which she slowly nodded her head.
(Everyone is nervous at the start but everything goes alright)
Minahil passed a grateful smile and gave him the portfolio of her design.
She is a fashion designer as she loves to design clothes according to her choice. Working in such a big textile industry was the dream for her.
Minahil raised his eyebrows when she noticed him chuckle. She never heard him laugh like that. A genuine smile was spread across his lips.
"Itni bhi kharaab design nahi hai," Minahil bit her lip and look at him with curious eyes.
(The design is not that bad)
Harris raised his eyebrows at her words as a smirk played on his lips.
"I didn't know that you admire me in secret," He said showing her his picture while he chuckled.
Her mouth gaped open as her face heat up in embarrassment.
"Aisa kuch nahi hai. Galti se aa Gaya hoga," Minahil lied while averting her gaze away from him.
(It's not like that. It must be by mistake)
"Of course," Harris chuckled making her embarrassed.
"Ham jaa rahe hai," Minahil said collecting her things without making eye contact with him.
(I am going)
"Kaha par jaa rahi ho?" He asked controlling the smile which was forming on his lips.
(Where are you going)
"Jahanum," Minahil said in a loud voice while closing the door of his office with a thud.
(Hell)
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Minahil groaned and hide her face in her palms. She never felt this much embarrassed ever. Her smirk was making her nervous all over again.
Minahil heaved a sigh when she noticed her mother calling her.
"Bole Ammi. Kuch zaroori kaam hai?" Minahil asked raking her fingers through her hair in frustration.
(Tell mother, is there something important)
"Minahil tum meri bohot pyaari beti ho aur tum kabhi meri mohabbat par shak na karna. Baat yeh hai ke tumhare liye bohot accha rishta aaya hai. Ham manaa kar dete par ladka waqai mai bohot accha hai. Bohot deendaar aur saleeqemand hai. Tum jaise lage waisa ham waha par jawab de denge. Par sahi mai, hame bohot tassali mili iss rishte se," Her mother Abida explained to her in a soft voice.
(You are my beloved daughter and never doubt my love for you. The thing is that we have got a good proposal for you. I would have rejected it but the boy is very good. He is very pious and gentlemanly. I will answer as per your choice. But I have got the peace in my heart after receiving this proposal)
"Mamma- ham kaise shaadi kar sakte hai abhi. Hamne aaj hi job shuru ki hai aur aap hamari shaadi karana chahti hai," Minahil whined.
(How can I marry so early? I just started my job and you want to get me married)
"Mera baccha. Kon kah raha hai abhi shaadi karne ko? Do teen saal baad kar denge. Abhi engagement bhi tou ho sakti hai," Her mother said making her sigh.
(My daughter. Who is telling you to get married now? You can get married after 2-3 years. Let the engagement happen)
"Pehle aapi ki rukhsati tou ho jaaye. Aur abhi tak azhar bhai ki shaadi bhi nahi hui. Jab tak Bhai ki shaadi nahi hogi, ham bhi koi rishte ke liye haan nahi karenge," Minahil said in an adamant tone.
(Let's sister rukhsati happen. And Azhar's brother's marriage still didn't happen. I won't agree to the marriage until he will get married)
"Tum teeno bhai bahen hame pagal karke chodenge. Ek kaam karte hai. Tum teeno ki shaadi ek saath niptaa denge phir ham sukoon ki saans lenge," Her mother said raising her voice.
(You siblings have gotten me mad. Let's do one thing. I will make sure that you three will get married together then I will be relaxed)
"Mamma," Minahil whined.
(Mom)
"Accha. Ham shaam mai Ifrah ke saath kahi bahar jaa rahe hai. Der tak aayenge. Tum yaad se khana khaa lena. Aur ladke ki photo ham tumhare kamre mai rakhi hai. Hamari baat par zaroor gaur karna. Ham tumhari maa hai. Ham kabhi tumhara galat nahi chahenge," Her mother said making the faint smile appeared on her lips.
(Okay. I am going out with Ifra. I will come late. Make sure to have dinner on time. I have put that boy picture in your room. Make sure to see it. I am your mother and I want the best for you)
"Ham sochenge iss baare mai," She said and ended the call.
(I will think about it)
Minahil let out a sigh and start working on the design carefully.
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"Tumne lunch nahi kiya?" Harris asked raising his eyebrows when she entered his office to submit the file.
(You didn't have lunch)
"Ham kaam mai busy the" Minahil hesitate lowering her gaze to the floor.
(I was busy)
"Bewakoof ladki," Harris glared and took his phone from the desk to order something for her.
(Stupid girl)
"Hame bhook nahi hai," Minahil said in a low voice while her lips pursued into a pout.
(I am not hungry)
"Shut up," Harris said giving her the disinterested look.
Minahil bit her lips at his words.
After half an hour, they both were sitting on the couch having lunch. He ordered her favorite grilled shawarma and a cup of hot coffee. Harris was sipping on his black coffee all while staring at her.
"Aap hame lunch nahi karne par itna daanta aur khud bewaqt coffee pee rahe hai. Ye kaha ka insaaf hua," Minahil huffed crossing her arms over her chest.
(You scold me for not having lunch and you are drinking coffee instead of having lunch)
"Minahil, I don't eat this type of food. I already had oats and salad in the morning. And I drink coffee twice a day," He explained making her sigh.
"Aap ek baar shawarma taste karke tou dekhe. Kakdi, gajar sab bhul jayenge aap. Dekhna aapko bohot accha lagega," Minahil chirped moving the roll of shawarma towards his mouth.
(At least taste it for once. You will forget your salad. I am sure you will love it)
Harris hesitantly took a bite and chewed it slowly. She was looking at him with curious eyes waiting for his response.
"Theek hai," Harris said making her smile.
(It's good)
"Theek? It's one of the best things on this planet," Minahil chirped making him chuckle.
(Good)
"You are such a kid," Harris pulled her cheeks making her cheeks warmed.
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Minahil took a relieved sigh when she reached her room. No one was at home. She makes sure to lock the door properly.
She opened her hair and comb her had with her fingers. Frustration and tiredness were visible in her eyes.
Minahil needs a chai to activate her brain again. Tea is the savior of her. Her day can't start without a cup of tea.
Her gaze fell on the envelope at the vanity table. She knew it contains the picture of a guy who sends the proposal for her. But it's difficult for her to imagine her life with someone rather than Harris. She always liked him and had feelings for him. But she doesn't know how to express it.
Curiosity peeked inside her as her hands were itching to open the envelope.
Minahil was about to open the white envelope when the doorbell rang. She sighed and went towards the door with the envelope in her hand.
Her eyes went wide when she opened the door. Harris was standing there looking at her with a smile.
"You forgot your earring in the car," Harris reasoned as he passed her the silver jhumka.
Minahil smiled and thanked him.
"Ham chai banaa rahe hai. Aap bhi hamare saath chai pee lijiye," Minahil offered to which he nodded his head.
(I was making some tea. You can also have tea with me)
Minahil put the envelope on the table as she went to the kitchen to make tea for them. She put a saucepan on the stove and add all the ingredients.
Until the tea was boiling, she decided to open the envelope. Her eyes were scrutinizing the face of that guy.
He is handsome but not more than my Harris, Minahil thought as her eyebrows drew closer.
Harris came to the kitchen when he noticed her smiling at the picture. He frowns as he was unaware of the reason behind her smile.
"What are you smiling at?" His deep raspy voice startled her as he snatches the picture from her hand.
His hold tightened on the picture as his jaw clenched. His blazing eyes were sending chills to run down her spine. She was way too scared to look into his eyes.
"Who the fuck is he? And why the hell you are smiling at his picture?" Harris glared as he asked the question.
His blood boiled when he saw her smiling at the picture of a man.
"He is the guy who sends the proposal for me. Mamma liked this guy for me and she wants me to marry him. She is asking for my answer," Minahil answered in a confident tone as she crossed her arms over her chest.
"And what you will answer?" Harris asked as his jaw tightened. He leaned towards her and his scent filled in her nostrils. Her cheeks got warm due to his presence.
"Ham mamma se kah denge ki hame koi pasand nahi hai. Ham kisi se mohabbat nahi karte hai. Aap jisse chahti hai, ham usse shaadi kar lenge," Minahil said in a challenging tone while looking right into his eyes.
(I will tell my mother that I don't like anyone let alone love anyone. I will tell my mother that I will get married to someone of his choice)
His jaw tightens as he pinched the bridge of his nose to calm down his nerves.
"You seem to be so eager to get married. I will make sure you will be married as soon as possible," Harris smirks and moved away from there in the blink of an eye.
Minahil couldn't process what he just said.
What does he mean by that? Minahil thought.
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