I reach my office which is on the 30th floor. Its all-white, obviously.

When I was looking for an office space I got a great offer on this building so I bought the whole building. I only needed one floor for my office so I rented the rest of the building to other offices.
I have showrooms around India and needed this office to have meetings, keep track of what's happening, accounting and so on.

I love my office. Its white with large glass windows and is soundproof. It's very peaceful in my office.

Three walls covered with glass. Beautiful.
I love glass and the colour white. That's my things, I think.

I am very focused and devoted to my work. I don't take leaves and maintain a good working environment where I only hire aged people who are as focused and obedient as me.
My assistant is Mr Rajdev Khanna and he is 50 yrs old and active and well-manned man with a small family of one son and wife.
I envy him.

But today my phone seems to be distracting me. No. No messages or notification. Just looking at me to pick it up and use it.
First time in ten years I said to Rajdev I was not in the mood to attend any meetings or take calls.
He smiles at me and says "finally found a girl I see" and laughs a little and leaves.
What girl?

Well, why am I lying to myself? I know I am distracted because of Sarah.
I give in and take my phone in my hand and go through Instagram.
I was following Sarah so I got to see pictures of Sarah from last night.
She had tagged me in one holding an ice cream.
It had captions saying
'went to a wedding and got my ice cream stolen'
I laugh and see many messages exchanged by her with many people.
I open my profile and see many followers and even more direct messages of many.. girls?
Why are girls texting me?
Oh god. Why are they saying all this?
I exit Instagram and call Adil.

"Oh fuck. Sorry, bro. Forgot to put your account on private. I guess anyone can DM you and see your pics. Sorry" says Adil.
"What do I do now. I don't want to talk to them. And there are some ... Some.. texts that I can't tell you" I say embarrassed.
"Yeah. Girls are very bold these days. If you don't want to reply then don't. Ignore" says Adil and I nod.
"Did you nod?" Asks Adil.
I always do that. I nod on a phone conversation. I forget they can't see me.
"Yes," I say and hang the phone.

I open Instagram again and try to ignore all 40 DM's.
Really? 40 girls didn't have anything else to do at 10 am in the morning.
Wait... 39 girls and one boy. What does he want to talk?
Okay, gross. I am not opening another DM.
"Astaghfirullah (I seek forgiveness from Allah)" I say and look at my followers.
I have around 50 followers.
I go to Sarah's account and have wide eyes seeing her followers.
She had a thousand and more followers.
So more than a thousand people can see her pictures.
I crease my eyebrows and the thought of that many strangers seeing her pictures didn't settle well with me.

I don't know why I was angry but I was. So I left her account and was about to leave Instagram when I saw suggestions for me to follow others showed up.
"Ya Allah," I say and see my whole family on Instagram. All my brothers were on Instagram with their spouses eating at restaurants, going outings and whatnot.
Why would they share this with everyone?
"Are you serious?" I say out loud and see my 80 yr old aunt wearing shades on a bright yellow colour suit and grey hair.

"Ya Allah. Your grandkids are having children soon" I say out loud.
Have I been living under a rock? What's happening to this world?

I shook my head and was strolling through the suggestions when I saw Zayan and Husna.
I open their account and see they are following me. Guess all my brothers and weird relatives are followingmme now. And let's not forget strangers too.

I see them happy with their 8 yrs old daughter Zoya. The three were together seated in a restaurant and Zayan was taking a selfie.
I didn't know why but I put my thumb on his face. Now I could see Husna, Zoya and imagined me.
Zoya would have been mine if Husna and I would have been married.
I smile a sad smile and move my thumb.
They are happy together. That's the truth. And I have accepted that a long time back.

I turn my phone off and walk to the large window and look out at the city.
I think of my life and where I am. I have money and can buy anything. But still, feel like I don't have anything.

"Zindagee tu kyun mujhape hansti hai.
Zindagee tu kyun mujhape hansti hai.
kya zinda hoon isliye.
ya mere mot Nazdeekh hai"
(Why are you laughing at me, life.
Why are you laughing at me, life?
Is it because I am alive?
Or is my death close by?)"

I was still deep in my thoughts and hear my phone chime a message.
I walk to my desk and smile seeing the message.
It's from Sarah on Instagram.
'busy?
very busy?
not busy?
hungry?
Come on text fast?' she texts without letting me answer her.
I look at the time and it's 1:15 pm.
'It's almost time for my afternoon prayer. And after the prayer, I will go for lunch. And no. Not busy today' I text.
'wanna meet up for lunch? My treat' she texts.
'I can pay for my lunch' I text.
'oops forgot. My friends come with me only when I say it's my treat. I forgot you can pay. So wanna join me for lunch?' she asks.
I think about it and text 'okay. But where?'
'near your office, there is this cute cafe. Wanna go there? It's called 'i love u'. It's super cute' she texts.
'i love you' I texts.
'oh god, Omar. We have just met. Don't tell me you love me already' she texts and sends me a shy girls gif.

'oh no. I mean. I asked if that's what the cafe is called' I text in panic.
'🤣🤣🤣🤣 chill dude. I was pulling your leg. So meet you there at 2, okay?' She texts and I nod.
I shake my head in announce. How is she to see me nod?
'Yes' I text and she sends me a thumbs up gif.

She sure likes to use gifs and emojis.

After the prayer, I search for that.... That.... Cafe. And find it.
Who keeps their cafe's name I love you?
Apparently the owners of this cafe.

I walk in the cafe and look around. There were all teenagers here and maybe romantic couples who I don't think realise they are in a public place.
I walk in and everyone is looking at me. Why?
I was wearing my usual suit. What's wrong with it?
I spot Sarah and gasp.
God, she looks beautiful. Her beautiful grey eyes look so bright in daylight.

"Omar" she screams and waves at me. And that's how everyone in this cafe knows my name now.
I walk to her with everyone looking at me. Even the once who were not looking at me before.

I take a seat at a very small high bar stool and smile at her.
"I thought you would ditch me and not come. I mean I would totally understand if you didn't show up as we just met last night and we don't know eachother. But since last night I have stalked you enough to know basically everything about you. So you are no stranger to me. And I also know you are a decent guy and would not have done the same to me so here I am ready to tell you everything about me" she says in one breath.

I had wide eyes. I mean she talks. Like a lot.
"I know what you are thinking. She talks a lot" she says and I freaked out.
"Don't freak out. You are easy to read. Your eyes give you away and I can clearly hear what you are not saying. But can feel all the emotions." She says and I smile.
"I won't stop talking till you start talking," she says and I laugh.
"How are you?" I ask.
"Oh, I am always good. Alhamdulillah" she says.
"Good," I say and look down at the menu.
"That's it? Don't wanna ask anything else?" She asks.
"I love to listen to anything you say," I say and see her fanning her face.

"Oh god. I am so happy. I think I am going to cry" she says but I didn't see any tears.
"We are going to be soul mates, dude. I can't stop talking and you don't talk. We are made for eachother. Destiny wanted us to meet. I am telling you" she says and I smile.
"What else does destiny want from us?" I ask.
She tilts her head a little and says "let's see. For now, let's eat and I'll talk and you listen"
"Sounds like a plan," I say and we order our lunch and spend a good two hours in that cafe.
Best lunch ever.