Shajia was reading the file on laptop, whereas Mahtaj was sitting beside her peeking on to the file occasionally while Hadi was talking with one of their customer company on the call.‘What is it?’ when Mahtaj saw Hadi’s attention diverting from them she whispered into Shajia’s ear.‘File for the marketing of new project’, glancing at Hadi Shajia whispered back.‘Oh’ disappointed Mahtaj leaned back on her seat and found it better to stare at those gray walls rather than the file.‘Why making bad face?’ surprised Shajia asked her, they made sure to converse in low voice.‘I know about the project and I think this is the one he was talking to us of working together’ Mahtaj was looking at her brother.‘Are you sure?’ her interest pique, she turned her head to look into Mahtaj’s eyes.‘Yup’ was all she said to her, Shajia glanced at Hadi,

‘I hide from you? You didn’t tell me that you are the daughter of the Ali Paracha’ Squinting her eyes, Mahtaj wanted to punch him. ‘I told you my name’ ‘Yes, right you told me your name is Mahtaj and I should have known that you are the Mahtaj, precious daughter of Paracha family’ sneering Khizar sat down on the bench nearby. ‘Why are you calling me precious daughter?’ resting her hand on her hips she was glaring at him. ‘Are you not?’ Mahtaj lost the words, it was not like she was not being pampered by her brother and father since she came in Paracha house, but who leaves their precious daughter alone for so many years. ‘I don’t think so’ she mumbled, Khizar noticed the change of expression. ‘Are you okay today? Too much mood swing within few minutes’ Mahtaj huffed and sat beside him, keeping the distance between them. ‘Why you say I am precious, what is your reason of saying this?’ Khizar pressed his lips, taking his time to

Khizar inhaled deeply letting the fresh morning air to go in to his lungs, his body was all sweaty and was breathing heavily. He rested his head on the back of the bench and closed his eyes.Today was the weekend and as he has no work on weekends, Khizar take this opportunity to have the run in morning rather than in evening, he offered Mahtaj to join him but she refused saying she is having some guest today.He used the towel to wipe the sweat from his face when someone patted him on shoulder, he turned to look and found his friend Hashim standing there in all his lean and well-built body.‘Hey man’ Khizar high five his friend, making space for him to sit.‘Done with the running?’ Hashim asked looking at him.‘Yeah, I didn’t know you are back, otherwise would have wait for you’ he explained, Hashim joins him in the run on weekends other days he prefers to do machine workouts.‘I came back yesterday night and due to jet lag just went to sleep’ stretching his body he yawned, he was sti

‘Well she is daring, I think Khizar is giving you the best business partner’ Hadi smiled at him, he got the chance to tease him.‘She is brainless’ Hashim snorted.‘Because she knows how to make you shut’ Hadi remarked.‘We know how to cook and you can see all things placed on the table which means we are ready, so if you will now excuse us’ she turned her back at him and snatched the pot from Mahtaj placing it over stove she poured the water in the pot.‘With the size of pot you can hardly boil the noodles for one person’ Hashim and Hadi were watching her intently, but when they saw her boiling water in a small pot they just shook their heads.‘Scoot away Hashim’ Mahtaj was annoyed, she looked at her brother for the help.‘Are you guys hungry?’ Hadi sighed and decided to take matters in his hand.‘No but we want to cook something together’

It was dark and soundless outside, but the atmosphere in Taj house was thick and tensed, everyone was still on his position, no one has any energy left in them to move or squirm on their place.Ali Paracha’s head was rested on the back of couch, his eyes were fixed on the ceiling, Hadi and Hashim were on the same couch, Hashim wanted to console his friend and cousin but he was at loss of words after what he had heard from him, whereas Hadi was staring the floor, he was tired after telling every word of his conversation with his mother few days before her death.‘Hadi was working sitting in his office as usual as he does daily when his intercom ringed, he lifted it and answered his assistant, however, when he listened the person on the intercom he was stunned, immediately he refused to talk making excuse of his workload, however, his heart yelped in pain, after many years his mother had contacted him and he was denying, he had the chance to listen to her voice, see how much she has cha