Zoya's POV

"Allah, Allah. What I did?" I said while putting both of my palm on my face.

"My father was correct, I really speak too much."
"Allah, Allah why do I speak so much?
Look now, I'm in trouble", I thought
while fidgeting.

Should I give him a call and ask for forgiveness?
No, no, no. Very bad idea. I actually didn't say anything wrong. But yes, the person to whom, I said was wrong.
Where is my fault, here?
How will I know that he will be in the office at the correct time?
Come on, he is super-rich and which idiot rich man reaches office at the correct time.
But I must say that he is undoubtedly a very punctual man.
Allah...I told him that I would prefer to kill him. I'm sure he will not leave me. He will surely send his men to kill me rather. I thought.

"Or he might also complain to the HR department against me."

I started walking sound my cabin, fidgeting my fingers and talking to my own self.

"Allah...why the hell I'm thinking so much. I already decided to quit the job. So why to think so much? Before my company kicks me out on the basis of his complaint, it would be better for me to resign and of course, I just can't continue this stupid job. I
can't do buttering any more. This job is actually not at all perfect for me." I said to myself.

I took a sheet to write down my resignation letter before leaving my seat.

I went straight to the manager's cabin and knocked on the door before entering.

"Sir, May I come in."

"Yeah, come in Zoya."

I slowly went inside and place the letter on the table.

"What is this?" The manager questioned.

"Sir, it's my resignation letter."

"Yes, I know but why?" He asked

"Sir, it's already mentioned there. Actually, it's due to some personal problems."

"I'm really not getting this. What kind of problem is there, that you need to quit the job?" He questioned again.

"Sir, it's PERSONAL."

"Okay, but remember one thing, you can always join back here whenever you want." He smiled.

"Thank you so much." I smiled back at him.

He little reluctantly agreed to sign on it as I was stick in my decision.

I came out of my office building and was thinking about what to do next.

What to do now? Should I go home?
Allah, please help me. If they come to know that I have left my job, they would be the most happiest people on this Earth. At this point of time, I can't afford to tell them, that I have left my job or else they will start looking for a groom for me and no lie can save me this time. I thought.

"I must visit some publication house." I said to myself.

I took a cab and decided to meet the editor of Humana Publishing Corp, who asked me to visit them sometime later. But now being jobless, I've no time to wait for 'some time', so I decided to meet him personally.

It took almost forty-five minutes to reach my destination. I got down from the cab after paying the driver, holding my file which has my documents and drafts to my chest. I always carry my file along with me because that's my Life, my Dream.

And now I'm standing in front of Humana Publishing Corp, the best publication house in the country and my dream place to work in. I crossed my fingers with the hope that this time, they consider my book and agree to sign a contract with me.

Before entering the building, I thought of checking myself.

"I should look bit presentable before meeting the editor or else he'll would not even look at me". I thought

"Allah...Mr. Editor, need not to look at me, all that matters is that you please be kind enough to look into my book." I said in my mind.

I took out my lipstick and eye pencil which I generally carry it in my handbag. I'm not much fond of makeups but yes, an eye pencil and a lipstick are always to be found in my purse.

But, shit! I don't have a mirror. I left my ex-office, the State Financial Incorporates in a hurry else I would have applied in the washroom.

But now, where will I get a mirror from?

I was looking blankly here and there, when an idea clicked into my sweet little, pretty brain.

I moved towards a black Mercedes with black, tinted glass windows that was parked outside Humana Publishing Corp's building.
Without giving much stressed to my little head, I started applying eye pencil to my eyes first followed by applying lipstick on my lips too.

I caressed my hair a little and pursed my lips and pout them too to check, when the glass of the window on which I was checking myself suddenly scrolled down and I saw the most handsome man giving me a sweet devilish smile, sitting on the backseat of the Mercedes.

My heart missed a beat. I gasped. My lips that I just painted red dried immediately although my lipstick contains moisturizer. It formed an 'O' and I immediately bite my lips. A lump formed inside my throat. My limps trembled and I dropped the lipstick and the eye pencil in the parking area near the car. I didn't bother to pick them up. I opened my mouth and then closed it immediately just like a fish as I couldn't able to speak a word. All I was doing is admiring the handsome face which was grinning till ears. And then the words which left my mouth immediately after lot of struggle was
"Allah, Allah. I'm so sorry"

I ran inside the building immediately without even looking back for a single time as I was so embarrassed to look back at him.

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