Memorial
596 Words
Asha's pov
I was about to take a bite just then my phone started to ring. I got up and went to my bedroom to check my phone. I took my phone and get frustrated to saw the caller id on my mobile screen. "Headache" this name was flashing in my mobile screen. I picked up the call.
"Hello" a male voice came from other side. "Ms. Aktar" he asked. "Hello Assalamuwalikum Mr. IHaveSoManyTimeToWaste how are you? do you want something? Wait wait let me guess your so called psycho boss loss his mind and you called me to warn again right. So sweet of you. But seriously you are wasting your and my time. Your boss need a psychiatrist. If you need any help I know one. She is the best. She'll help your boss and treat him. He will be absolutely fine. Last time when you told me that your boss is a psycho I really fell bad for you. That's why I'm asking you to stop calling or troubling me. I am not interested in your offer and I don't care what your psycho Boss will do" I said it in sarcasm tone. " And if you don't understand my clear words then I have to sue you, your psycho boss and your company for mental harrassment". I added it but in a scold tone.
I cut the phone call and returned to my dining table. I took a bite from my sandwich. This Mr.IHaveSoManyTimeToWaste is The COO of the biggest business Empire of Europe. " The Malik Empire ".
The Malik Empire was going to launch a new project soon. For that project they want me to vacant my house on my land. When their employees were not able to convince me then their COO contact me and try to convince me. He even offered me triple amount and a flat but I refused. He continuously contact me over 1 month. This was became a headache. But I was not going to vacant my house. Because this was not just a house to me this was my parent's Memorial for me.
I lost my parents when I was only 18 years old. They expired in a car accident. This house was full of their memories. They builded this house with their hard working & love. I missed them so much. I was only 4 when they build it. Maa decorated this house with her own hands. The garden was was build by my Abbu. We planted trees together. We played together, in weekend nights we watched movies. My Maa taught me cooking and my Abbu taught me singing. My parents were working persons. They both were doctor in the best hospital in London. My Abbu were the best neurosurgeon and my Maa was the best gynecologist in London. They were always busy but always made time for me. Whenever I had a hard time, I needed them, in my memorable days they were always there with me.
Now i only had this house as their memorial.
Suddenly I found something strange that person I spoke with his voice sound different. As if he was not the same person. Whatever why should i care? Whoever it was I dont care. I just know I will protect my parents memorial at any cost....
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Abbu = Father
Maa= Mother
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so do you like it????
who was that person on the phone????
why did he called????
will Asha able to protect her house???
you will find it soon.....
- Writer
