HER POV

I emerged from the bathroom, still wrapped in my cozy bathrobe, when I saw him standing before me. His piercing gaze locked onto mine, and he strode towards me with purpose.

Without a word, he scooped me up from the floor and deposited me onto my dressing table.

His eyes burned with intensity as he growled,

'Open your robe.'

My heart skipped a beat as I obeyed, my fingers trembling slightly as I parted the fabric.

'Now, spread your legs. Let me view you,' he commanded, his voice low and husky.

I felt a shiver run down my spine as I complied, my skin tingling with anticipation.

'What a goddess,' he breathed, his eyes devouring me.

He leaned in, his lips claiming mine in a searing kiss.

His mouth trailed down my skin, leaving a trail of fire in its wake, until he reached the apex of my thighs.

I felt myself melting into his touch...

I jerked upright in bed, my heart racing, as the phone on my bedside table blared its annoying tune, piercing through my eardrums like a sharp knife. As I sat up, the vivid dream I'd just had still lingered, leaving me with a sense of longing and a hint of disappointment that it was just a fantasy.

My best friend and manager voice cut through the haze, calling out to me through the phone. I groggily reached over to pick it up, rubbing the remnants of sleep from my eyes.

"Uth ja aurat!" she screamed through the phone, her voice shrill and urgent

"Kitna soyegi or subah ke 10 baje chuke hain?" she continued, her words tumbling out in a rush.

"Agr bhool rahi ho toh yaad dilau, aaj important project hai. Khan industry wale kitne strict hai apne time punctuations ko leke. Agar tu ek minute bhi late hue to aaj contract gaya apne hath se."

I responded, still trying to shake off the remnants of sleep,

"Uth gayi, aadha ghanta bss only. Itne mein tu office ja, project ki file vagera jo karna hai meeting ke liye woh tu dekh main a rahi hun office sidhe."

As I finished talking to her, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and planted my feet firmly on the ground.

The dream was still fresh in my mind, but reality was calling. I got up, stretched, and began my morning routine, trying to shake off the lingering sense of longing.

Today, I opted for a simple yet stylish outfit - a black jeans paired with a white T-shirt. I added a touch of glamour to my face with a nude eyeshadow and wing eyeliner.

As I hummed along to the tune of "Kajrare kajrare tere Kale Kale Naina,"

I applied some chapstick to my chapped lips.

And, as a bonus,

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I packed my backpack, making sure to include all the essentials. I tossed in my iPad, charger, AirPods, phone, and car key. And, of course, the most important item of all: my water bottle.

"Stay hydrated, for glowy skin!" I reminded myself, smiling at my own little motto.

I headed back to my dressing room to finish getting ready. I slipped on my shoes, put on my abaya, and carefully wrapped my hijab. Finally, I secured my niqab in place.

With one last glance in the mirror to ensure everything was perfect, I was ready to go.

I locked up my home and made my way to the lift, descending to the basement where my car was parked.





As I stepped out into the dimly lit garage, my eyes landed on my sleek black McLaren P1, its curves gleaming in the fluorescent lighting.

I couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement as I slipped into the driver's seat, ready to take on the day.

As I stepped out of my car and entered the office, I headed to my cabin. I saw Sana, who was already there, looking at her watch and then at me.

"You're 45 minutes late," she said.

'It happens, yaar,' I replied.

'tera roz ka hein,' she said with a hint of sarcasm.

'Okay, let's get to work. Give me the details,' I said, about to sit down in my chair.

'We'll discuss that later. Right now, I need to brief you on the conference room meeting. Let's head there and I'll fill you in on the details,' she said.

I was heading to my meeting as I collided with someone and the man spilled whole coffe on my abaya. Yuckkk

"Re u blind" he questioned me.

"Excuse me, it's u who collided with me." I said to him.

"Akhe hein ya button allah jane." I murmured, clearly he had heard me.

"U re already protected by ur raincoat. Look at me wht u did u spolied my white shirt"

"Bohot acha hua jo hua"

"Loser" and he left from there.

"Sana dekh na yrr kya kia iss 6ft ke bandar ne" tu ja mein clean krke ati hu isko" and I went to my office to clean the coffee from my Abaya.

MEANWHILE IN THE CONFERENCE ROOM

As I reached the meeting 🤝. I saw this 6ft ka bandar there.

Our eyes met, and we simultaneously uttered a curt

'Tum' - a nod of acknowledgement that was laced with a hint of animosity.

He flashed me a smirk, his piercing gaze never leaving mine.

I glared back at him, still seething from our earlier confrontation. The tension between us was palpable, and I could feel the air thickening with unresolved emotions.

'Wait, are you the guy I met on the plane?' I asked, my voice laced with a mix of curiosity and wariness.

His face was etched in my memory, and I couldn't help but wonder what had brought him to this meeting."

Him: "Haan, main. Tum yahan kya kar rahi ho, plane ki heroine?"

Izel: "Plane ki heroine? Tum toh plane ke villain the! Tumne toh mujhe plane mein hi pareshan kar diya tha."

FLASHBACK (Start)

I am returning from UK to India from vacation.

I had no idea how this flight would alter my life until I noticed a shy boy who seemed different from the others.

He was handsome indeed. Hazel eyes, sharp jaw line, beard, tall, muscular body.

I was curious to know about him. I wanted to talk to him during the flight but I think he was very reserved and didn't seem interested in talking to me. He sat across from me, but he didn't seem bashful around me, so I'm not sure why he looks decent from a distance.

As we settled into our seats, I tried to strike up a conversation, but he seemed uninterested. He was too busy devouring his food, making strange noises that made me cringe.

I thought to myself, "Or kya tareef iski shakal pe? Ya Allah kya musibat bhej diya?"

But despite his rough exterior, there was something about him that drew me in.

As we hit turbulence, he caught my eye and asked,

"pagal ladki mere khane mein nazar kyu rakhi hai usne?"

I shot back, "Why do you act as though you're starving yourself?"

He retorted, "Terse mtlb udhar dekh."

I lost my temper and punched him, and he almost lost his teeth. The flight attendants had to intervene, and we were forced to sit together for the rest of the flight.

As I tried to use the restroom, I found him blocking my way, sleeping across the second seat.

I tried to sneak past him, but he woke up and swiped my window seat, saying

"I also want to see down from the plane."

I warned him, "Chup chap, wapis seat pe aa warna."

He raised his hands in defeat, but I could see the mischief in his eyes.

He was thinking, "Ye to meri past wali se bhi buri hai, wo bss dhamkia deti thi ye to, mardegi mereko sach mein."

As we continued to bicker, I started to feel a little bad for being so harsh.

But he didn't seem to mind, and we continued to exchange blows - literally.

He thought to himself, "Ek baar sojay, ye pillow se dba ke mardunga."

He actually tried to smother me with the pillow while I was sleeping, but I woke up just in time and caught him in the act.

He thought to himself, "Beta aaj toh tu mar gaya, khel khatam tera."

At one point, he even tried to smother me with a pillow while I was sleeping, but I woke up just in time and punched him again. His mouth was bleeding, and he growled in pain.

"Fuckk," he muttered.

He said, "Oh, calm down, I'm just supporting your neck."

Despite our animosity, we somehow ended up falling asleep together, our heads on each other's shoulders.

The flight attendant even commented on how cute we looked, despite our desire to kill each other.

FLASHBACK (END)

Him: "Arre, main villain nahi tha. Main toh tumhari safety ke liye concerned tha. I was just supporting your neck.

Izel: "Supporting my neck? You were practically choking me! Your hands were around my neck."

Him: "I was just trying to help you. You were struggling to put on your seatbelt, and I was just trying to assist you."

Izel: "Assist me? You were scaring me! Your face was so close to mine, and you had this intense look in your eyes."

Him: "Intense look? I was just trying to make sure you were okay. You looked a little flustered, and I didn't want you to feel uncomfortable."

Izel: "Uncomfortable? You made me feel like I was going to pass out! Your grip was so tight, and I couldn't breathe properly."

As we continued to exchange taunts, Sana coughed.

"So, let's get started," Sana said, oblivious to the tension between us.

I took a deep breath and tried to focus on the meeting, but I couldn't help sneaking glances at the coffee-stained culprit sitting across from me.

Sana started her presentation.

As we both glared at each other, it seemed like our eyes were locked in a silent battle of hatred.

with a sudden, he said "stop it".

"Where is your CEO?" he asked.

Sana pointed to me.

"Sir, she is the CEO of SlayStyle," Sana said.

His eyes widened in shock, and for a moment, he looked like he had swallowed a fly. I raised an eyebrow, enjoying the sudden reversal of power dynamics.

"Yeh Miss Raincoat?" he taunted.

I felt my anger rising, but I kept my cool, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't realize that my attire was subject to your approval. And by the way, it's an abaya, a bespoke designer piece. But I'm glad you're interested in fashion."

The room fell silent, with all eyes on us. I could sense the tension, but I was determined to maintain my composure and not let him get under my skin.

I leaned forward, my eyes locked on his.

"Now, shall we focus on the presentation, or do you have any more fashion critiques to share?"

He looked taken aback by my response, but he quickly regained his composure.

"Fine, let's get on with it," he said gruffly.

"But I better not see any nonsense in this presentation."

I smiled sweetly, my eyes never leaving his. "I assure you, Mr....."

" Irfaz Ahmed," he said.

I continued, "I assure you that our presentation will be nothing short of impressive. Sana, please proceed."

Sana nodded, a hint of a smile on her face.

"Thank you, ma'am. As I was saying, our new collection is inspired by the latest trends in Middle Eastern fashion..."

Irfaz Ahmed's eyes began to glaze over, and I could tell he was struggling to keep his attention on the presentation. I leaned back in my chair, a sense of satisfaction washing over me.

This was going to be a long meeting, but I was ready for him.

As the presentation came to a close, Irfaz Ahmed stood up, his eyes locked on mine.

"Well, Miss...?" he paused, waiting for me to fill in the blank.

"Izel Khan," I said, my voice firm and confident. "Looking forward to working with you, Mr. Ahmed."

He nodded curtly, his expression unreadable.

"Likewise, Miss Khan. I'll be in touch soon to discuss the details of our partnership."

I smiled, my eyes never leaving his.

"I'm looking forward to it, Mr. Ahmed."

He nodded, and we both turned to leave the room.

"Goodbye, Miss Khan," he said, his voice softer than before.

I turned back to him, a genuine smile on my face.

"Goodbye, Mr. Ahmed. Take care."

And with that, we both went our separate ways, the tension between us finally dissipating. I couldn't wait to see what the future held for our partnership.

Sana walked into my office and said with a grin, "Mr. Ahmed is so handsome, right?"

I chuckled and removed my veil, settling into my chair.

"You're telling me," I replied, smiling.

But Sana's eyes narrowed, her gaze fixed on my face.

"No way, Izel - you're blushing over a guy!"

I felt my face grow hot as I realized I was indeed blushing.

"Shut up, Sana!" I said, laughing and trying to play it cool.

"I was just... appreciating his sense of style, that's all."

Sana raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in her eye.

"Save it, Izel. I've seen the way you looked at him during the meeting. You were totally checking him out!"

I rolled my eyes, trying to deflect her teasing.

"You're just trying to distract me from the task at hand, Sana. We have work to do, remember?"

But Sana just chuckled and leaned in, a conspiratorial whisper in her voice.

"Izel, I think you might just have a crush on Mr. Ahmed..."

I felt my face grow even hotter as I tried to protest, but Sana just winked at me.

"Don't worry, your secret's safe with me. But I have to say, I'm a little surprised. Mr. Ahmed isn't exactly your type, is he?"

I shrugged, trying to play it cool.

"I don't have a type, Sana. And even if I did, it's not like I'm interested in him or anything."

Sana chuckled, clearly unconvinced.

"Save it, Izel. I've seen the way you look at him. You can't deny the chemistry between you two."

I sighed, realizing that Sana wasn't going to let this drop anytime soon.

"Fine, okay? Maybe I do think he's attractive. But that's it. It's just a harmless crush, and it's not like I'm going to act on it or anything. But uske haqate pta h na tujhe meine btaya tha ne plane mein mujhse stranger mila tha. yahi tha bandar"

Sana chuckled, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Oh, don't worry, I'll keep your secret safe... for now. But I'm definitely going to have to start calling you 'Mr. Ahmed's Secret Admirer' behind your back."

I playfully rolled my eyes. "You're such a dork, Sana. And don't even think about spreading rumors like that around the office."

Sana held up her hands in mock defense.

"I'm just joking, Izel! (Or am I?) Anyway, I'm just happy to see you're finally showing some interest in someone. You've been stuck in a dating drought for way too long."

I blushed, feeling a little self-conscious.

"Shut up, Sana. It's not like that. And even if it was, I'm not exactly Mr. Ahmed's type, okay?"

Sana raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really? And what makes you think that?"

I shrugged, trying to play it cool. "I don't know, just a hunch. Besides, even if he was interested, I'm not sure I'd be ready for all the drama that comes with dating someone like him."

Sana snorted. "Drama? You mean like how he's always so charming and handsome and makes everyone in the office swoon? Yeah, that sounds like a real nightmare."

I laughed, despite myself. "You're not helping, Sana."

Sana grinned, unfazed.

"Hey, someone's got to keep you on your toes, Izel. Now, let's get back to work before we both get in trouble."

After our mini conversation, I rubbed my growling tummy and said,

"Sana, I'm starving! I haven't had breakfast yet." Sana chuckled and nodded in agreement.

"It's about lunchtime, anyway. Let's go!"

We headed to the restaurant, and I ordered my favorite biryani with mutton curry. The aroma wafting from the kitchen was heavenly, and I couldn't wait to dig in.

After lunch, we decided to treat ourselves to dessert at Baskin-Robbins. I opted for my favorite flavor, chocolate chip cookie icecream.

With our hunger sated, we headed back to the office.

I spent the rest of the afternoon focused on my work, meticulously checking my files and making sure everything was in order.

As the day drew to a close, I packed up my things and headed home, feeling satisfied with the day's accomplishments.

As I walked in the door, I couldn't help but think about Sana's teasing earlier. Mr. Ahmed did seem pretty charming, and I had to admit, I was looking forward to our next meeting.

But for now, I was content to kick back, relax, and enjoy the rest of my evening.

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