"Irha boss is calling you inside."
Adorned in a beautiful black long pencil skirt with a matching shirt and blazer, a beautiful girl was busy typing away on her laptoo when her colleague ali came and interupted.

"Is everything okay? I was making this file for him." Standing up from her chair she inquired.

"Dont know but he does not seem in a good mood since the morning."
Ali said cocking his brow up.

"Why? Any news?" She inquired.

"How would I know, you live just so much near him and apart from that he is your uncle, you should know better."
Shrugging his shoulders ali said.

"Yeah right, as in he treats me like a niece, I am his mere employ, he had me here because he knows I am unbeatable, I am better in buisness world than his two useless sons."
She said the truth bitterly and took steps out of her cabin but they halted when she heard ali's next words.

"I think his mood is foul because today at exact 12 o clock izhaan mustafa innaugurated his burger joint in the most famous area of dubai, the JBR,  and that too quite near to our restaurant."
Ali's words were out and she seemed frozen. A small smile had crept up on her lips listening to his name after quite some time but she was a pro to mask it up with a serious smug look.

"Really? Is that so?" She asked.

"Dont tell me you never knew this too because apparently you live near him too and he happens to be your cousin, who cares if he is your late step uncles son! And plus everyone knows since a young age he has a crush on you!!!"
Ali said the last part whisteling. Ali was her old friend and colleague, they had been working at the pasha.co from nearly the beginning of this now flourishing company. They had restaurants scattered all over the gulf.

"Cut the nonsense and let me go deal with mr chairman now."
Smiling at his nuisance she walked out of her office.

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"Sir may I come in?" She inquired slightly knocking the door.

"Yes come in." Mr shahzad pasha said in his authorotative voice. He was a healthy man in his mid fifties.

"You asked for me sir?" Taking a seat opposite him she asked.

"Did you know about this burger joint of izhaan mustafa?"
He inquired and she swallowed hard.

"He had many atimes talked about opening and running his own fastfood chain but I never thought he was as serious as starting one."
She spoke professionally.

"That too on JBR? I am impressed I would say." Mr pasha said.

"Yes sir, that really is remarkable." It had slipped down her tongue but she halted her words when mr pasha gave her a glare .

"From where did he get this much money ? I Wonder? I had not given him his enough shares and its been five years since he left us all then why did he not open the joint back then when he had money and why now and that too on JBR?"
mr pasha said pondering amd irha could just keep silent.

"Any thing that I could do sir?" She asked obediently.

"From now on in the evening you will go and manage our JBR restaurant and also keep an eye on "our burger joint, OBJ", thats what he has named it. And dont worry you will be paid double the amount irha, just dont let me down!"
Mr pasha said and nodding her head she stood up to go back into her office.
Slumping on her seat she sighed. Shutting her eyes tight she could only see his shining face in front, massaging her temples she sat up and facing the reality she got busy on her laptop again. Yes no emotonal attachments could move her away from her dreams, thats how much of a career oriented she was....

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"Boss this place is damn expensive, how are you going to manage eveything here? We should have started at some area that was cheaper."
Maaz, a very close and old friend of izhaan mustafa stated. He was with izhaan since they both had worked together in a labour company.

"A joint in a not so famous place was never my dream maaz, my dream was always JBR! Tourists and people from everywhere come to dine and shop here! We need to make a name here! And leave the rest to me, I will manage everything but I promise I will never let you all down!"
Izhaan mustafa said enthusiastically and maaz, haris and raina all cheered.

This was his team! His friends, his employs.....
These were the souls of " OBJ".

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Wrapping up all the work and winding up everything in "OBJ", IZHAAN mustafa locked the door of his newly opened joint, sorry a dream one could say or a tiny first step to his dream...
A smile adorned his lips looking at the shiny board. Thanking the almighty he turned to leave but his steps halted seeing irha standing silently behind him.

"Congrats izhaan, but you never told me about it. Was it because of the buisness rivalry?"
Forwarding her hand to congratulate him she said and after a slight hesitation he shook his hand with her.

"Thanks irha, actually I have been so busy sorting everything and we didnt even meet since quite sometime as we both were busy so couldent talk about this with you."
He said plainly and truthfully.

"Hmm, fine, I am really happy for you izhaan, akhir tumhara khawab poora hua ...." ( finally ur dream came true)"
She stated.

"This is just a first step irha, and no one is more aware than you about what my actual goals are ...,"
Gesturing her to walk along with him he stated.

"Hmm,I know izhaan but be alittle careful,taking a big leap and opening up in this expensive place is not a sensible thing to do."
She said and a windy breeze had blown her hair on her beautiful face. He looked at her in the moon light and smiled bending his head down.

"Fikar mat karo main sambhaloonga...." ( dont worry, I will managel."
He stated in mere whisper and she only hummed in response, all the while trying to remove her hair from her face.

"My boss although is unhappy and bothered about the little joint of your."
She stated tieing her hair in a ponytail and looking at her he only chuckled in response and she knew he would never say a word on this matter.

"You need a lift izhaan?" Getting to her car in the car park she said.

"No you go ahead, I will take the last metro home." Gesturing her to sit in her car he politely denied the offer and smiling and waving at him she obliged.

She knew all too well that she could beg him to take a ride home with her but he would never agree.
She knew his work was over but she also knew he had many strategies to work on, he was alwaye hardworking... he would take his time and very independantly travel home by himself on a public transport....

This was him...

This was Izhaan Mustafa.... who could go miles for others but would manage all by himself for himself.....

He was a man of words....

He was a strong built loyal person! He was a dreamer and fulfilling his dreams was his wish!
And nothing could replace that....

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Salams all, how are you!!!
Welcome to the first story of mixed plate 2
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How did you like this so far??? Any grip on how the story will move on???

So two main characters introduced...and one more main character yet to be introduced....

Any reviews about Irha??? What vibes is she giving???

And what about Izhaan mustafa???
Any idea how his character is portrayed???

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Mr pasha per koi remarks????

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This story will slowly and gradually move on... and will be unique and different than the stories of mixed plate...

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Okay the new readers here, do read mixed plate..( my first short story book) it contains 6 wonderful romantic stories...

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