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“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 ______________________________ Are you ready to join the journey of two different people ?? What do you think about Humna and Humza … Do you want to meet Rumaisa ??
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