orhan-e-roohi

orhan e roohi episode 3

Maria stood near the elevator, her hand in her pocket, black handbag hanging from her shoulder. She looked at her watch again. Then looked at the office door.

She saw Ma'am. She had seen Ma'am many times. But she had never seen Ma'am like this, on time, ready before her.

Maria's assistant walked up to her. "Ma'am, what time is it?"

Maria didn't look at her. "Nothing, Ma'am."

The assistant frowned. "Orhan Bey ignores me as many times as I try. He doesn't look at me even once. And still, he makes me fall for him."

Maria sighed. "Fine. Then why, Ma'am?"

"Because he doesn't look at any girl. He doesn't see them. But for me... one day, when he looks at me, he will keep looking. He won't stop looking. Until the end, I will be the one he sees."

Maria turned her face away. "Oh, fine."

"Go do your work," the assistant said sharply.

"Okay," Maria replied quietly.

Miss Hayat walked in, wearing a pink blazer over a black top. Her heels clicked on the floor. She stopped in front of Maria's desk. "Miss Hayat, today's meeting is perfect. Everything has to be perfect, exactly on time."

"Yes, Ma'am," Maria said, standing straight.

"Okay, you can go, Hayat," Miss Hayat ordered.

Hayat walked away from there, heading to the parlor. She thought about how her beauty was her advantage. How many people used her looks. How easy it was for her to make them fall for her. But making someone fall was not difficult. Keeping them was.

She walked into the parlor and sat down. The makeup artist started working on her face. Hayat stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her lips were painted red. Her eyes were sharp.

Her phone buzzed. A message from Orhan's father: "Make sure everything is ready for the meeting. Don't let Roohi Altin win."

Hayat smirked. "I won't let her win," she whispered to herself. "Because Orhan Bey... he only sees what he wants to see. And right now, he wants to see me."

Back in Orhan's cabin, he was standing at the window again. Hands in pockets. Back to the door. The black file with Roohi's merger contract lay untouched on his desk.

Maria entered without knocking. She placed a fresh cup of coffee on his desk. Black. No sugar. No games. Just like he liked.

"Sir," she said softly. "Miss Hayat has arrived for the meeting. She said everything is perfect."

Orhan didn't turn. "Tell her to wait."

Maria hesitated. "Sir... Miss Roohi Altin is also here. She came without an appointment. She's waiting outside your cabin."

Orhan's jaw tightened. He still didn't turn. "I know."

Maria blinked. "You... you know?"

"I know she's there," Orhan said, voice low. "I can feel her. Even through these glass walls. Even with my back to her."

Maria's heart sank. He could feel Roohi, but he never felt her. Not once. Not even when she stood right beside him with coffee in her hand.

"Sir, should I ask her to leave?" Maria asked, voice barely a whisper.

Orhan finally turned. His black eyes met hers for one second. Cold. Empty. Then he looked past her, toward the door.

"No," he said. "Let her come in."

Maria's hands shook as she held the tray. "Yes, Sir."

She walked out of the cabin. Outside, Roohi stood there in her white blouse and black pencil skirt. Red lips. Red nails. Eyes full of fire.

Maria forced a professional smile. "Miss Altin, Orhan Bey will see you now."

Roohi didn't smile back. She walked past Maria without a glance. Her red heels clicked on the marble floor. Click. Click. Click. Each step louder than the last.

Maria watched her go. Watched the way Orhan's door opened for Roohi, but never for her. Watched the way his eyes, though cold, always had a spark when Roohi was near.

Inside the cabin, the door closed behind Roohi with a soft click.

Orhan was still standing at the window. Back to her.

Roohi stopped a few feet behind him. "You wanted fire, Orhan Bey."

Orhan didn't turn. "I did."

"Then here I am," Roohi said. Her voice was steady, but her heart was racing. "Not coffee. Not words. Fire."

Orhan slowly turned around. His eyes locked on hers. For the first time, he didn't look away. He didn't ignore her. He looked at her like she was the only thing in the room.

"Fire burns," he said quietly. "Are you ready to burn, Roohi Altin?"

Roohi lifted her chin. "I was born in fire."

The air between them grew heavy. Dangerous. Electric.

Outside the cabin, Maria stood with the empty coffee tray, listening to the silence. She closed her eyes for one second.

Orhan Bey had finally looked at someone. Just not at her.

Roohi adjusted her blazer and looked at her wristwatch. A thin gold watch. Simple, but expensive. She was ready for the meeting. She was ready for everyone.

She walked into the conference room. White shirt. Mustard yellow trousers. White heels. Hair tied back neatly. She looked professional. Dangerous.

"Yes, do it," she told her assistant. "But keep in mind, there should be no mistake. I want the entire meeting recorded."

"Okay, Ma'am," the assistant nodded.

Orhan was already inside the meeting room. Light blue shirt, sleeves rolled up. Beige trousers. He was talking to Mr. Manager. "Tell me, Manager, until when will this company run like this? Why aren't the files ready? I don't want excuses. I want results. I have heard enough speeches."

The Manager lowered his head. "Sir, it's not like that..."

"No, don't talk like that, Manager," Orhan cut him off. "Talk to me the way a boss should be talked to."

The Manager swallowed. "Yes, Sir. It's just that my childhood friend is the boss, and the boss hasn't made this relationship yet. I will run this relationship with you, my friend."

Orhan stared at him. "Oh... fine."

Hayat walked in next. She came for the meeting too. Roohi was already there. London was watching everything. Everyone was sitting in the office room, waiting.

"I hope I didn't make you wait too long," Roohi said, her voice calm. "We should start the meeting now. Don't waste time."

"Oh, fine," Orhan replied, eyes on her. "So, is this Miss Roohi?"

"No," the Manager interrupted quickly. "She is Miss Hayat, the personal secretary of this company. Until today, the boss of this company hasn't seen anyone like her. I have heard that men don't look at her, but she is such a woman that she writes with her body, with her blood."

Orhan didn't react. He leaned back in his chair. His eyes moved from Hayat to Roohi. Then back to Hayat.

Hayat smiled, but her smile didn't reach her eyes. She knew. He wasn't looking at her. Not really.

Roohi sat down at the opposite end of the table. She opened her black file. The merger contract. Unsigned. Still unsigned.

"The meeting is about the merger," Roohi said without looking up. "Altin Group is offering Bey Industries a partnership worth 3 billion dollars. Sign here, and both companies become number one."

Orhan picked up his pen. Black pen. Same pen from last time. He rolled it between his fingers. "Number one," he said quietly. "Everyone wants to be number one. But number one has enemies. Number one has targets."

"Then be the only one," Roohi said, finally looking up. Her eyes met his. "That's what you said, isn't it? You prefer being the only one."

Orhan smiled. Small. Dangerous. "I do."

The room went silent. The air conditioner hummed. Papers rustled.

Hayat tried to speak. "Sir, if we sign this, the company will—"

"Hayat," Orhan interrupted without looking at her. "Do your work."

She closed her mouth. Her cheeks burned.

Roohi pushed the contract across the table. "Sign it, Orhan Bey. Or tell me what you want instead."

Orhan didn't touch the paper. He stood up. Walked around the table slowly. His shoes made no sound on the carpet. He stopped behind Roohi's chair. Close. Too close.

"I want," he said, voice low enough that only she could hear, "to see how long you can keep your fire without burning yourself."

Roohi didn't turn. "I don't burn. I burn others."

Orhan leaned down slightly. His breath touched her ear. "We'll see."

He walked back to his seat. Sat down. Put the pen down. Still unsigned.

"Meeting adjourned," he said. "For now."

Roohi's fingers tightened on the file. "This isn't over, Orhan Bey."

"No," he agreed. "It's just starting."

He stood up and walked out of the room. No glance at Hayat. No glance at the Manager. Only one last look at Roohi. Black eyes. No fear. No surrender.

Roohi sat there, the unsigned contract in front of her. Her red nails tapped on the paper once. Twice.

Outside, Hayat was waiting. Her phone buzzed. A message from Orhan's father: "Did he sign?"

Hayat typed back: "No. He never signs for anyone. Except her."

She deleted the message before sending. Then typed: "Meeting was perfect, Sir. Everything on time."

Because in Bey Industries, everything had to be perfect. Even lies.