Dua ( Prayer )

"O MY GAWWWD RIDA ! you won't Believe . He IS the grumpiest man I have ever seen " I dramatically sighed as I remembered that awful day  .

" The grumpiest you have EVER seen?

She sighed, rolling her eyes .

"Okay at least here in sayyarah , I saw no one coming with this foul mood on the first round of interview" I said sheepishly

" He wouldn't have come , who forced him to? My mood and day really spoils at a mere sight of his !"

"And despite you giving countless reasons , i still couldn't understand why " She snapped .

"What has he done to receive these kind of colourful entitlements from your highness?!"

" What has he not done ? Don't you see how he boils my blood everyday. Always in competition. Giving the best designs ever !!! . I struggle so much in everything why he has to be perfect?"

I wasn't jealous but i didn't like this kind of competition in work or whatever environment I am in . We all have come here to work hard , be successful. We all are equally capable .

Yes okay we are not , but we lie in the same standard and hence we all are chosen in Sayyarah, one of the best bags designing brands in the country . Then what is this unhealthy competition . Can't we work like a team here , like how every organization works.

But no , Mr Khadoos has his own ways and a little specific circle to exchange greetings with .

The whole though of it added a headache and a lump in my throat. No matter how many times i tried to explain this pov to Rida . She still doesn't get it. Maybe I am unable to express properly .

"Stop exaggerating! he just minds his own business and does his job ."

She went on with her speech

" Now some people are God gifted , and yes that doesn't mean we are less gifted, may be we excell in something other than this . But we are good at this too"

Placing  a hand on my shoulder , and spoke warmly .

I turned away and pushed my chair towards my table in the cabinet . My mood was already low after I saw him smiling that appeared mockingly towards me when Ahsan sir has Praised him of all . I had spent my whole day in making my design yesterday and Ahsan sir only nodded at it. Wow. Ughshahah I would have done better .

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"Assalamualaikum " As I reached home . Keeping my bag aside I relaxed into the bed . Ohhhh wow Comfortable.

"Kuch khaalo , aur nahaa lo , uth jao, Dua jaldii ... phir leit jaana "

"Acha amma 2 minute " which wasn't a two minutes. If you know, you know

After an hour when I was fresh , I snuggled up in the bed, closing my eyes.

And someone at this very moment chose to slap  my head .

" Hmmmm" and I knew  who it would be.

It came again

"Kya haii? "

"Kuch nai! " Kamraan Bhai chuckled .

I glared at him as if I was in no mood for masaac . But the face he made , made me smile automatically .

"Kya chal raha hai ? "

"Is 25 saal ki zindagi me thaka dia hai ! "

" Ouwoaaahhhh " he chuckled shaking his head . "Abhi se burhapa aagaya hai"

"Hann na yaar " I grinned

"Sojao kal baat karenge " he placed a hand on my hair and for the slightest moment pulled a strand and ran away laughing. 

"Phewwww, yeh mai kese logon ke beech Zinda hun! " Shaking my head.

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A regular day in Dua's life .

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