“Money and success don’t change people; they merely amplify what is already there.” — Will Smith
Humna Mallick p.o.v
I groaned loudly as the cruel sunray hit my eyes ….. "Who the hell opens the curtains? " I mutter, irritated , turning to the other side of the bed .
Rumaisa …… I thought she must have opened the curtains so I had to wake up .
Even if I don't want …. I groan inwardly
" It's school time …. Sweetheart woke up fast " my daddu ( grand pa) called behind the door .
" Noo..!" I whined as I covered myself with a pillow and groaned again .
" Why did Monday come back !!! " I cried dramatically. " why? Why ! Why! "
" It's no use crying sweetheart ....get up " my daddu knocked again and I proceeded to whine more before getting up .
" Okay, I can survive this day " I got up and motivated myself .
Letting out a long lazy yawn, I stretched my arm before getting down. " Oh come on, whom am I kidding? "
Rubbing my cheeks lazily, I entered the washroom only to see a zombie in my reflection .
Great!!!
How come Disney princesses look so pretty in the morning while I don't .
After brushing my teeth I took a quick shower drying my hair. I wore a hijab matching my dress color , I went downstairs for breakfast only to be welcomed by the amazing coffee aroma …
" Good morning princess " my dadu welcomed me while setting the coffee cups on the table for me .
He is 65 years old , his half bald hair has turned gray while his skin started to leave the bone , his height is short and he is wearing an apron like always .
" Assalamualaikum ( May peace be upon you) dadu " I sat down on the table .
" Walekum Assalam ( may peace be upon you too) beta ( daughter) " he sat in the next chair.
" Rumaisa is in her college , where aunty and uncle are, " I ask, taking a bite of my toast .
" They went for a meeting today , they said it's very important that our future depends on it, " he said thoughtfully .
" Anything serious ?" I raised my eyebrows .
" Hope not " he patted my head before getting up to grab my bag .
I stood up " daddu …. I can take it " I tried to grab it .
" Let me as long as I am alive " he said sadly and quite dramatically as well just to make me emotional .
" Daddu…" I called in a stern voice .
Daddu is my everything after my parent died in a car accident daddu brought me home much to dislike of uncle , aunty though they doesn't misbehave with me , they don't like me either except Rumaisa she treats me like a little sister . She is perfect in every sense, beautiful, bold , independent and everything a girl asks for in themselves unlike me , I am just a normal ordinary shy looking girl surviving my highschool with few bullies .
I just want my life to become fast forward so that one day I can take care of my dadu like he does .
I love my daddu more than anything and I can do anything for him .
Third person p.o.v
HUMZA KHALID ENTERPRISE
That's what is written in the huge initials at the top of the 50-story building .
One of the world's largest companies, people drag their shoes their whole life just to get a chance to work here .
Mr and Mrs Sarmad Azam stood in front of the building with hope and a future at stake .
Mr. Sarmad has gone bankrupt and only Mr. Khalid can save their family from this disaster but the rumours says there's always a price for his favour .
What price they will be able to give to the richest man of this world after all .
Glancing at each other they nodded their heads together entering inside . Amna gasps at the decor of the office and it's just the ground floor. If the outside of the building was luxurious then inside is a whole different universe.
Everyone looks like they are in a rush to somewhere , somewhere of being perfect ? Because Humza Khalid needs everything perfect there is no room for mistakes in his dictionary. One mistake and you are fired .
" They look so professional " Amna whispered to Sarmad who's tension is not multiplied by infinite .
" I think we should go , they won't help us " He whispered back pat his handkerchief on his forehead to wipe the sweat even though the AC is on full speed.
" What ? No! , It's about our daughter's future " she hissed at his cowardly behaviour .
" But -"
" No but we will find some way " she hissed, dragging him to the receptionist.
" Excuse me " she fake smiled at the old receptionist .
" We have an appointment with Mr. Khalid at 2 a clock " the old lady has seen so many people coming here with a desperate hope and going back empty handed they are no different .
She type something on the keyboard then return the smile " Mr. Khalid hasn't arrived yet. Please go to the 17th floor waiting area , he will arrive shortly " she said politely and they nodded anyway .
A jet black shiny Lamborghini stopped at the red traffic irking Humza Khalid he hated being late .
" You are late again " The teacher scolded Humna who run into the class hoping to not get caught but unfortunately she did .
" What's wrong? " Humza glanced at his Rolex watch then at the green light but the car still not moving .
" There was a injured cat in the middle of the road I had to take it to the vet hospital " Humna whispered to her best friend Saima .
Saima looked at the hopeless girl " you and your kind will cost you badly " she shook her head concentrating on the board .
" Get that things out of my way NOW !" Humza yelled at his chauffeur furious as a bruised dog walked too slow to cross the road .
" But the dog is -" the chauffeur was cut of by Humza arrogant voice .
" I don't give a damn , my time is b****y precious " he gritted out and the chauffeur get out of the car hurriedly to move the dog .
" Don't you think being kind always makes you fall in trouble ?" Humna and Saima walk side by side in the hallway .
She shrugged " I don't think so Daddu says Allah the almighty loves those who are kind to each other and what better to be loved by own creator " she wiggles her eyebrows and they both giggle going inside in another class .
On the other hand Humza was furious because of getting late by an injured dog but there was a little part of him that wanted to help the dog " kindness gets you nothing… it's for the weak people and delusional like a fairy tale which doesn't existed " he reminded himself that looking out from the window with a bitter memory flooding inside his head and one voice ringing inside his head again and again .
" Promise me Humza …. You won't be stupid enough to be weak like me , never be kind or they will misuse you just like me " a painful voice of his father rang inside his head .
The car stopped , He blinked back the tears …. And get down from his car introducing the bitter , heartless , arrogant Humza to the world
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