The evening sky has sprawled. The blue hue was everywhere as the bird chirped, returning back to their respective abodes. There sat Sheharzaad on the sofa of the study reading the same page again, trying to regain her focus. Yet her eyes would move in between the page of the book that read, 'Karachi. The city of lights. Rather previously known as the city of lights....'The book was titled, 'Zaryaab' after the name of the male lead of that book. Sheharzaad's grey eyes again fixed on the sky, witnessing the birds. As the sun reached the horizon, the sky was a mix of orange and blue.Her mind was wondering to Shehryaar. Where was he? Should she apologize? Or should she wait for him?She found herself guilty in this situation. She should have broke it on the very first place to Maaz that she was married instead of going for that lunch. She knew that Maaz was interested in her but she was just finding the right time to reveal it to him and to everybody that she was married that too t
He was in ICU. His guard told her that he was driving the car fastly to home and suddenly the his grip loosened, the tyres slipped and the car crashed. She couldn't stop the tears coming out of her eyes. She knew the reason behind his eagerness to get home as fast as he could.It was because of her request to come home early. She felt utter guilt clipping her heart.That guilt too that she has suppressed within her.She still thought that Haider died because of her. She considered herself as the culprit of Shehryaar. She took his father's life away. If she hadn't given that dary to him, maybe Haider would have been alive today. She took his father's life away.And now he was fighting for his life because of her. Although, Shehryaar had told him numerous times that it was never her fault behind his father's death but she never agreed to him. There was a part of her which still told her that she was the culprit and that part of her was again taking control over her, inciting suici
His tongue was too heavy to utter anything. He was still in shock, a state of disbelief had still encompassed him. His grey eyes kept on looking and tracing the cracks on the hardened mud of the grave. Dilemma was hitting him, clutching him in its painful paws and tightening its grip on his heart with every second.To say the least, he was baffled.Grave.It was a grave.Grave of his mother.Mother.Who had died decades ago.But still that day was freshened in his mind like yesterday. Every intricate and minor detail was in the back of hiss head.Often those details took shape of a nightmare in his dreams. The soulless and dead eyes of the lady who hung with the ceiling.Utter helplessness on her face.He thought as much that suicide was her last resort. That was why he considered her weak. Considered womankind weak. Considered womankind manipulative, cunning, untrustworthy.But here he sat, near the one, who was the reason those feelings were born within him but this time he cam
Every women can bear a child but not every women can be a mother.Every women is alike. They only know how to betray and backstab.And if you love and trust a women, you surely are doomed.These were his views regarding women, a sexist, who didn't trust womankind and despised them from the core of his heart. He didn't believe in love. Love was just like a fairytale to him. A fairytale which he didn't believe in.He was Shehryaar Haider Syed.Over the years, his beliefs got stronger and stronger. He was adamant about what he believed in. Every women which came into her life firmed his beliefs. He was sure what he believes in is nothing but truth. He took women as fucktoys and nothing else. He thought that not any woman exist in this world who could change his reviews about her kind.Until he met her.The fire met with a fire and none of them was able to extinguish themselves............"You've to sign this contract Sheharzaad." He declared, sitting proudly in front of her while she j
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Sheharzaad screamed as soon as she cut the call, jumping up and down before running towards her friend's room. She opened the door and barged in, she was smiling brightly, her grey eyes sparkling with happiness. "What happened shehar?" her friend asked who was laying on the bed. She was getting paler day by day, the dark circles were getting more and more prominent and her cheek bones were protruding out. "Amna! Amna! I'm selected for the interview!" she announced wholeheartedly. "Really?!" Amna's dead eyes twinkled immediately and a small smile adorned her features. "Yes! Really!" she squealed with joy, jumping up and down with excitement. Her wild and care free nature was only revealed to her closed ones which only included her closest friend, Amna. "From where and what will be your job shehar?" Amna asked, trying to sit up when she helped her and sat beside her. "They have called me for interview, its from Syed enterprises. Remember I applied for the vacan
Her grey eyes anxiously moved around, portraying her anxiety. She was getting breathless with every second, unable to believe her luck. Her fingers were getting shaky and small droplets of sweat popped by the root of her hair though she was sitting in a chilled room Why would God favor her so much? The question again struck her mind. She was fervently hoping that no blunder would occur and she would get the post without any hindrance. Because if she lost this golden opportunity, never she would ever be able to gather money for Amna's operation on time. Her friend would die. Just like everyone around her died. She would be left alone. This job was a matter of life and death for her. In front of Amna, often she would act like she was jolly and fine but her internal state was only revealed to her God. HE was the one aware of her sleepless nights full of anxiety. Amna's recovery was on her mind all the time. There was not a single day in her life when she had not worked enough to ea
"Sheharzaad, please take this order to table number 5," her coworker requested, passing her the tray. She gave her a nod and delivered the tray before coming back again on the counter. It's been almost a week. No company called her and she was jobless. She used to work in a cafe as a waitress before but given her friend's health condition, she had taken a break. And during those break days, she got the offer from Syed Enterprises, due to which she didn't go back to the cafe, thinking she would lock the offer at that company. But sadly, she didn't. When she was back at the cafe, they already had hired someone else at her place. Stressed and tensed, she went to every lengths to acquire a job so atleast she could get grocery for the house. And atlast after numerous efforts, she got one but they paid less. At the same day, she also got a job offer from another place as well and they were paying good as well but the thing that caused hesitation in her was that she would have to work at ni
On that day, she had went to the company and the HR had directed her to the training department and for a week, she was given the training and after that she was supposed to pass an exam which she did. Now today, she was to meet the main people whom she would be working with. "I'm the Secretary of Chief Financial Officer of this company. My name is Rafay alvi," The person introduced himself to Sheharzaad, who sat infront him. Sheharzaad gave a nod of understanding to him. "There are total 4 financial officers, one of them is chief while the other 3 works under him. Due to high work load, CFO, Mr. Ijaz had decided to keep 2 assistants. One is me and the other is you," "Ok, sir," "And your degree is in management and finance?" "Yes, sir," "Good. Mr. Ijaz office is on 27th floor. The floor comprise of the rooms of the five important officers of company along with the CEO, Mr. Shehryaar Haider Syed," "Ok," "So let's show you your office," Rafay said, and led her towards the elevat