1. Her&him

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Sheharzaad screamed as soon as she cut the call, jumping up and down before running towards her friend's room.

She opened the door and barged in, she was smiling brightly, her grey eyes sparkling with happiness.

"What happened shehar?" her friend asked who was laying on the bed.

She was getting paler day by day, the dark circles were getting more and more prominent and her cheek bones were protruding out. 

"Amna! Amna! I'm selected for the interview!" she announced wholeheartedly.

"Really?!" Amna's dead eyes twinkled immediately and a small smile adorned her features.

"Yes! Really!" she squealed with joy, jumping up and down with excitement.

Her wild and care free nature was only revealed to her closed ones which only included her closest friend, Amna.

"From where and what will be your job shehar?" Amna asked, trying to sit up when she helped her and sat beside her.

"They have called me for interview, its from Syed enterprises. Remember I applied for the vacant post of assistant to CEO" she excitedly said.

"Syed enterprises?" Amna asked with widened eyes. She couldn't believe it that Sheharzaad was talking about that famous company. It was a multi national company which involved many countries across the globe and many youngsters died to get a job in this company.

"Yes Amna! Yes! Our life is going to change now. I still can't believe it they had called me. Pinch me hard." she forwarded her hand.

"When will you grow up shehar?" Amna said and pinched on her arm, hard.

"Oww...stupid." she squealed making her laugh.

"When is your interview?"

 "Tomorrow! Oh Shit! Shit! Shit! I've nothing to wear. And now I want to die!" she briskly said and quickly stood up moving towards her room so she could dive in her cupboard and find something to wear.

While Amna just chuckled behind and prayed for her.

Sheharzaad was an extremely hardworking and a career focused student. She was always dead set on achieving her goals. Her whole life had always revolved around studies and just studies so she could be a successful woman one day and getting a call from a multi national company was her dream which got fulfilled today.

She completed her degree two months ago and meanwhile worked in a cafe to pay the rent of apartment in which they both were living. She was like a a lone soul in this world when she met, Amna. Four years back, her parents died in a car accident. She was devestated, her world crumbled that day and she had no idea what would happen to her. Her parents left her with a small piece of land which she sold out with the help of Asad, his neighbour. He was man in his mid fifties, extremely humble and well acquainted with Sheharzaad's family. Also, he was the one who bore all the expenses of her parents funeral.

Sheharzaad had no aunt neither any uncle, her parents were also the single child to her grandparents. And she didn't has much idea of her other relatives so the funeral included only the neighbourhood. On that upcoming week, she had gotten a call for scholarship in a university where she applied for admission in Lahore. And then she left her city leaving for Lahore, forever, with the small amount of money she got after selling the small property.

When she got the room at her hostel, she met Amna who was her room mate. Amna was two years older than her and she, too like her was a free bird, her grandmother brought her up, who died the last year, due to which Amna couldn't clear the entrance test and had to wait for an year. Slowly and gradually they both became best friends more like sisters. Amna was always like an elder sister to Sheharzaad. Sheharzaad used to blabber and Amna would listen her endless stories, endlessly. Taking her out of troubles, advising her, scolding her for not cleaning her bed and much more. When they both had completed their degree, they rented a small apartment when Amna met love of her life, Ahmed, who worked in a bank and they both got engaged. 

Shehrzaad had noticed how Amna's health was detorioating for past few months and when they went for a check up, Amna was diagnosed with cancer and she needed immediate medical assistance. For her treatment a huge amount of money was required, which Sheharzaad's job at the cafe couldn't fufil. 

She desperately needed another job when her eyes caught the advertisement that post of assistant to CEO of Syed enterprises was vacant. She immediately applied for it. She had quite vague chances to get to the post as she was a fresh graduate and to assist the CEO requires alot of experience. You're like a right hand to him.

She knew what posistion did that company holds globally, it was like a dream job to her and it would provide her enough money atleast to initiate Amna's treatment now, she can't see her dying. Though, it may require alot of money but she'd break every limit just to get her out of this disease before time runs out.

"Amna, which one should I wear?" Sheharzaad asked holding two dresses in her hands.

"The white one, it'd be simple and elegant"

"Ahaan! You're right. How come you're so intelligent Amna?" She joked.

"Genes" Amna answered.

"You've got good jeans" she said that made her laugh.

"Are you sure, Shehar, you'll make it to their? The company is quite well known and their might be alot of candidates."

"I'll give my hundrent percent Amna. I want this job, we both can't live on mere ten thousand rupees which I'm able to earn from the cafe. Your treatment needs to start now and this job would provide me enough money" 

"I don't know where this cancer came inside I-" she stated in a sad tone before she cut in.

"Genes" Sheharzaad answered quickly before she completes her infamous sentence 'I don't want to be a burden on you' followed by dropping of her face, depicting her sadness.

"Aha! Sheharzaad" she chuckled.

"I'll call Ahmed, he'll be so happy after listening the news." Amna said picking up her phone dialing her fiance's number.

"Oh yes do inform him, Ahmed bhai kept bugging me on and on whether I got the call for interview or not"

"Yes yes I'll" she said as Ahmed immediately picked up the call.

"You carry on with your husband to be, I've to dug into my wardrobe to find some shoes which for tomorrow" she said, leaving the room.

"By the way, shehar, who's the CEO? What's his name?" Amna asked as she only knew about the company not the CEO.

"Shehryaar Haider Syed" She replied, without looking back and moving towards her room.

...................

Riders on the storm

Riders on the storm

The music played lowly as he continued his speedy and energetic strides on the treadmill, his naked torso glistening with sweat. 

Into this house we're born

Into this world we're thrown

His slow pants reverbrating the air. His well built, indestructible biceps on full display. His eyes forming a deep frown as if he was thinking about something hard. Few strands of his hair, shadowing his forehead

Like a dog without a bone

An actor out alone

Riders on the storm

He pressed a button and with that the speed of treadmill increased and his legs move fast, his jaw clenching with the rush of adrenaline in his blood vessels.

There's a killer on the road

His brain is squrimin' like a toad

His grip on the handle increased so does the intensity in his grey eyes and the speed of his legs.

He smirked.

'Just a few more' he encouraged himself.

Take a long holiday

Let your children play

After carrying on with the same speed for few minute, he increased the speed further. His teeth grinding against each other and his legs moving faster than ever.

The sweat increased. 

The speed increased. 

The pants increased.

If ya give this man a ride

Sweet memory will die

Killer on the road, yeah

'10' he counted in his brain.

Girl you gotta love ya man

Girl you gotta love ya man

'9'

With every count, his strides went rapid

Take him by the hand

'8' adrenaline rushed in his veins

Make him understand

'7' his breathing accelerated.

The world on you depends

"6" He gritted his teeth.

Our life will never end

"5" he clenched his jaw, his legs were running with an inhumane speed.

Gotta love your man, yeah

"4" he muttered.

Riders on the storm

"3" he panted heavily.

Riders on the storm

"2" his pupils dilated. He was about to make it. Breaking his own record.

Into this house we're born

"1" 

Into this world we're thrown

Like a dog without a bone

"0!" he uttered with merriment and slowed down the treadmill after completely stopping it and getting off it.

He panted heavily as he gulped down the glass of water placed nearby before sitting down on one the couch in his personal gym as the music continued to play behind.

Very few things gave him contentment and defeating him, himself was one of them. Just like he did now, by breaking his own treadmill record. It made him feel undefeatable.

When he had caught his breath he got up before drying his sweat from the towel when he felt someone entering into the gym.

He turned his head towards him and saw that woman whom he had fucked last night, entering inside, wrapped in a small towel which didn't cover anything.

"I believe, I told you, your job was done" he stated, his attention towards her. His face stoic and void of any emotions.

There's a killer on the road

"Shehryaar" she whispered.

And his jaw clecnched.

 She bite her lips seductively and moved towards him. Her fingers intentionally loosing their grip on the towel. Her thighs clenching tightly against each other on witnessing the handsome beast standing infront of him, who fucked her mercilessly last night.

She could still feel him going in and out of her butt while his legs were wrapped around his waist and her upper half lied on the bed and the lower one in the air. She knew it then, he likes it rough and she wanted it rough.

Her crux was already soaked on remebering the occurings of last night.

"I want something from you" she muttered as she moved closer to him. When she was closer enough, she deliberately left the towel and it cascaded down her body.

A fake shocked expression marred her face which he deciphered immediately.

"Huh! I'm sorry" she said with that fake shocked tone and made no move to grab the towel.

"What is that you want?" he cocked a brow, not giving a glance to her naked body.

She moved forward, invading his personal space and tucked her hands behind his neck.

"Don't touch me" he whispered in a calm tone and she ignored it, not sensing the calm before the storm.

"You didn't suck me last night" she uttered without any shame.

 Her eyes lingering towards his lips and she licked hers with desire.

"And you didn't kiss me last night" she whispered and moved forward, standing on her tip toes to place her lips on his.

He shook his head slightly.

'Bad move' his mind said.

 And before her mind could register, he suddenly gripped her throat not too tightly but the threat was there and in a jerk he landed her on the couch where he was sitting before.

Panic struck her eyes.

"You want to kiss me?" he gritted, increasing his hold. Anger evident in his features.

When she take more than two seconds to reply, he further increased his grip now cutting off her air supply and jerk her body forwards and then harshly smash her body again on the couch.

"Si...sir" she whispered in her shaky voice with trepidation.

"Are you here to be fucked again?" he demanded.

"Si...sir. Wh.."

"You want my lips on your pussy which is fucked by hundred men daily?!" he gritted, his brows hanging down with a sudden surge of anger as his other hand now threaded into her hair and tightly held her locks, making her neck to arch at an uncomfortable angle.

"Le...ave" her heart beat fast.

"God damn answer!" he clenched his jaw.

"Yes...yes" she answered quickly.

"Yes what?" he questioned.

"I want to be fucked again..I want you to fuck me" she replied swiftly before his temper rises more.

He smirked. His hand freeing her locks and seperating her thighs tapping her nub harshly with his calloused hand.

"You should know" he stated and slapped her hard on her crux, making her gasp for air but the tight grip on her throat didn't let her

 "I dont fuck a woman twice" he stated and gave her the hardest hit their, removing his hand and getting off of her.

"Show yourself out" he ordered and she immediately got up, her legs moving towards the door fastly.

"And" he said in his deadly voce making her stop in her tracks. Her bare back facing him. She didn't has enough courage to look back at him again

"Dare to call me by name again, I'll cut your lips" he finished and she ran out not caring to cover herself.

................

"Sir we've picked out only five people based on their GPA's as you told" Hammad, who worked as his PA, informed him as Shehryaar moved towards his office and he followed behind him.

He had fired the last assistant due to her non serious behaviour towards work and he couldn't tolerate any idiotic or laziness in work. Work was his life. He had built this whole empire on its own, not taking any help from his brother, Irtaza, his father, Haider or his grandfather, Shabbir.

He wanted to build his business with his own hard work and he did that. After burning the midnight oil and years of struggles, he at last reached the point where his company was globally flourishing, progressing by leaps and bounds.

He wasn't a person to ignore mistakes. First impression was the last impression for him. If you've done a single mistake you're fired the very next second. No sorries, no justifications, no arguments. And rather who would argue him? The whole staff knew how scary their boss was and no one can ever win him in arguments. He was so manipulative with that dark and cold era always around him.

He was an extremely anti social person, only a few, rather just four men were close to him, Irtaza, his elder brother, Moosa, Irtaza's first in command, Zaroon, his closest friend and Hammad, his PA, who deals with all the mafia shit. Even he had maintained his distance with Hammad too, he would discuss the mafia deals with him only.

As Hammad was always busy in dealing with mafia, Shehryaar wanted a personal secretary, who can help him dealing with the business so he decided to advertise it and as expected there were tons of applications out of which on his orders Hammad picked up just five. 

The less the people the better it is. One of his philophosical statement.

On reaching the office, he sat on his swivel chair and Hammad who was following behind him came inside too.

"When you've scheduled the interviews?" he asked, rubbing his eyes with his thumb and forefinger.

"Tomorrow sir"

"Great. Till then you've to be my secretary"

"Fine sir."

"What are the names of candidates?" he asked.

"Maham Saleem, Hamza Junaid, Ijaz Raza, Atif Ishaq" Hammad told, all these names were craved in his memories due to the amount of research he had done on them. There were tons of applications and only these five got the chance.

"The last ones?"

"Sheharzaad Qureshi" 

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