Ziddi Ishq

*Novel Name*: Ishq-e-Ziddi *Author Name*: [Ammara khan] *Genre*: Romance, CEO, Ziddi Love, Pakistani *Tags*: #ZiddiHero #CEO #Romance #UrduNovel #ForcedMarriage *Synopsis / Description:* _Usay lagta tha wo duniya jeet sakta hai... lekin ek larki ki zidd ne usay hara diya._ _Daim - CEO ka beta, ziddi aur ghamandi._ _Ammara - confident aur khud-daar._ _Jab zidd takraayegi ishq se, to jeet kiski hogi?_ _Ek aisi love story jahan nafrat se shuru ho kar mohabbat tak ka safar hai._ --- *Episode 1: "Pehli Nazar ki Zidd"* *Word Count: ∼1850* University ka auditorium khamoshi se bhara hua tha. Stage par sirf ek larki khari thi. Safaid lawn ka suit, dupatta munasib tareeke se liya hua, aur aankhon me aisa confidence ke lagta tha jaise poori duniya uske qadam me hai. *Ammara Khan.* Business department ki topper. Professor ki favorite. Aur larkon ke liye "no entry" board. "Meri presentation ka aakhri point ye hai ke aaj ke competitive market me sirf product acha hona kafi nahi... customer ko feel karwana parta hai." Ammara ki awaz saaf aur mazboot thi. "To conclusion ye hai ke... sir, khatam." Taali ki goonj auditorium me bhar gayi. Professor ne sar hilaya. "Excellent Ammara. Full marks." Ammara ne muskurakar sar jhukaya aur neeche utarne lagi. Tabhi peeche se ek sard awaz aayi. "Excuse me." Sab palat kar dekhne lage. Dewaron se uncha, black 3-piece suit, haath jacket ki jeb me, aur chehre par aisi ghurur bhari muskurahat ke lagta tha duniya uske liye bani hai. *Daim Ahmed.* Business department ka 4th semester. CEO ka beta. University ka sabse ameer aur sabse ghatiya larka. Ammara ruki. Bina palke jhapkaye usay dekha. "Kya?" usne sawaal kiya. Daim aahista aahista stage ke qareeb aya. "Aap ne 2 points miss kar diye Miss Ammara." Ammara ki bhawen tarrh gayin. "Meri presentation me?" "Haan." Daim ne haath bandh liye. "Pehla: market analysis me aap ne Gen Z ka data nahi dala. Doosra: competitor strategy bilkul surface level thi." Puri class khamosh. Sab ko pata tha Daim kisi ko mu nahi lagata. Aur aaj wo Ammara ko lecture de raha tha. Ammara ne gussa nigla. "Shukriya aap ki 'correction' ke liye Mr. Daim. Lekin mujhe kisi ki correction nahi chahiye." "Kami nahi thi." Daim qadam aage barhaya. "Correction thi. Aur farq hota hai." "Ziddi lagti ho." usne achanak kaha. Aankhon me ajeeb chamak. "Pasand aayi." Ammara ne beizzati mehsoos ki. "Aur tum ghatiya lagte ho. Door raho mujhse." Wo tezi se wahan se nikal gayi. Peeche Daim khara muskurata raha. --- 2 din baad. University ka cafe. Ammara apni dost Sana ke sath baithi thi. "Yaar ye Daim pagal hai kya? Har jagah aa jata hai." Ammara ne coffee ka sip liya. Sana ne aankhen phaar kar kaha: "Tumhe nahi pata? Ye CEO ka beta hai. Kehte hain kisi larki se baat tak nahi karta. Aur tumhare peeche para hai?" Ammara ne sar jhatka. "Mujhe farq nahi parta." Tabhi saamne kursi kheenchne ki awaz aayi. Daim. Bina pooche baith gaya. "Mindi?" usne kaha. "Meri ijazat?" Ammara ne tez awaz me kaha. "Nahi chahiye." Daim ne waiter ko ishara kiya. "Inki coffee thandi ho gayi hai. Nayi le ao." Ammara ka khoon khaul gaya. "Zabardasti?" Daim ne seedha uski aankhon me dekha. "Haan. Zabardasti. Kyunki tumhari 'no' me bhi mujhe 'haan' nazar aati hai." "Kya matlab?" "Matlab ye ke tum inkar karti ho, lekin karti nahi ho." Daim jhuka. "Aur mujhe aisi hi larkiyan pasand hain. Jo aasani se na milen." Ammara uth khari hui. "Tum pagal ho." "Ho sakta hun." Daim ne peeche se kaha. "Tumhare liye." --- Sham ko Ammara ghar aayi to Ammi kitchen me thin. "Beta suno, aaj tumhare liye rishta aaya tha." Ammara ne chai ka cup rakh diya. "Ammi abhi nahi. Meri studies complete nahi hui." "Larka acha hai. Daim naam hai. Apna business hai. Gharana bhi acha hai." Ammi ne kaha. Ammara ka dil dooba. "Phir wahi zidd..." wo dil me bolin. Ammi ne aage kaha: "Kehta hai Ammara se hi shadi karega. Warna kisi se nahi." --- Agle din Daim ke office. "Secretary!" Daim ne ghusa kar kaha. "Ji sir?" "Ammara Khan ki file mere table par chahiye. Aur unka number." "Sir wo mana kar rahi hain..." Daim ne kalem ghoomaya. "Mana karna unka haq hai. Manwana mera kaam." Raat 9 baje usne number milaya. "Ammara?" "Number kahan se mila?" doosri taraf se gusse bhari awaz. "Jahan se dil mila." Daim muskuraya. "Suno... milna hai." "Nahi milna." "To main ghar aa jaun? Ammi se baat kar lun?" Kuch second khamoshi. "Theek hai." Ammara ne haar maan li. "5 baje. Cafe. Sirf 10 min." "10 min me 10 saal ki baat kar lunga." Daim ne phone band kar diya. --- Cafe. 5 baj kar 2 min. Ammara watch dekh rahi thi. "10 min shuru." Daim saamne baitha. Bilkul pur-sukoon. "Main seedha bolta hun Ammara. Main tumse shadi karna chahta hun." Ammara hans pari. "Kya? Hum 2 baar mile hain." "Aur dono baar tum ne mujhe hara diya." Daim ne kaha. "Pehli nazar me tumhari zidd ne mujhe hara diya. Aur main haar nahi manta. Main jeet ta hun." "Main koi trophy nahi hun Daim." "Nahi." Daim ne haath aage barhaya. "Tum meri zidd ho. Jo puri karni hai." Ammara khamosh ho gayi. Dil ajeeb sa dharak raha tha. "Mujhe sochna hoga." "Socho." Daim utha. "Lekin yaad rakhna, jawab 'haan' hi hoga. Main intezar kar lunga." Wo jaate jaate ruka. "Ziddi." "Khud ho." Ammara ne kaha. Daim palta. "Tumhari wajah se." --- Raat 12 baje. Daim apni chhat par khara tha. Haath me phone. Screen par Ammara ki chori se li hui pic. Usne contact save kiya: "Meri Zidd." Aasmaan ki taraf dekh kar dheemi awaz me bola: "Pehli baar kisi ke liye ziddi hua hun Ammara. Tum milo gi. Main wada karta hun." _To be continued..._ _Next Episode: "Nikah ki Zidd" - Kya Ammara maanay gi? Ya Daim ko naya twist karna pare ga?_ --- * "Next episode kal 8 baje" - readers wapis aayen ge "Aapko Daim kesa laga? Comment karein!