He woke up early in the morning as per his habit,he had came to india due to some professional as well as person reasons. Her sister is pregnant, so she pressurized him to come back and as he was thinking now to open his hotel here in Mumbai.
So he was here to look in to that matter,to get a place and then construction of hotel,all this time he have to be present here in Mumbai till the construction would be over till that time her Sister's delivery would also happen. So it would be like aiming two birds with one stone only.
In this way he would be able to complete his professional as well as personal duties. He wore his tank top and gym track,took his protein shake bottle and went towards their gym.
When he entered the Gym,Aaliya was already present there on trade mill. She was wearing her gym suit with jacket on top of it.She was breathing heavily due to running,she didn't even raised her eyes to look at the intruder.
As she already knew who it would be!?
He also went towards weights without glancing at her for second time and started lifting it.
Both were silent on their places after running on trade mill she climbed off from it and was going towards another machine when her mobile rang.
She sat down on one of the wooden bench they have placed in the gym and had a big gulp of water from her water bottle.It was a video call from none other than Aaban.
After greeting each other he came directly on point.
"Aalu,which blazer should i wear with sky blue shirt?" He asked her as Aaban has very bad fashion sense as Aaliya likes to state.
So every time he want to get some Fashion Advice,she is the advisor for him.
"Wear black one." She told him after a moment of eyeing his blazers hanging in closet of his room.
He gave her a thumbs up and wore his blazer all the while talking to her. Finally after talking to her few minutes,he started checking his last minute things for presentation on laptop.
"Best of luck! I know you would crack the deal." She said enhancing his confidence level.
"Thank you, in sha allah (if god wills)!" He said and gave her his famous smile.
After that they both cut the call,Aaliya went out from gym taking her water bottle with her towards her room.
Arslan looked like a ranging bull sitting there. He got up from his seat and went towards his punching bag.He started throwing punches on poor bag. He kept punching the punching bag mercilessly till the punching bag teared up and came off from it's place.
He looked at the punching bag lying on the floor with irregular breathing, his knuckles were all red due to punching with bare hands without any gloves.
He looked really really angry with heavy breathing,his hairs all messy and sprawled in all the directions,his toned body was all sweaty by now.
He clenched and unclenched his fists for some time and then took deep inhalation and exhaled through nose. This worked well as it calmed down him a little.
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Aaliya came back in her room and sat down on her bed,why can't she never be happy in his presence? 'How could he just behave like she doesn't even exist?'
'Was he always this cold hearted and was acting all those years? Or he was not this much cold hearted as much as he shows?'
'Why even after his ignorance her heart can never see his mistakes or never think bad about him?' Her thoughts were just evolving around him by now but even she didn't know why?
May be because he was there with her when she was not this strong or because the heart knows something which she doesn't!?
She huffed in annoyance and started getting ready for the day. She came out from her walk in closet wearing black jeans and red peplum knee length top with a black scarf in her neck. She wore her black watch,black heels and tied her highlighted brown hairs in high ponytail leaving some strands framing her heart shaped face.
Applied black eyeliner,light red lipstick and moisturizer on her face. She took her hand bag and walked out from her room checking notifications on her phone.
A big hall,white big chandelier hanging in center of the ceiling spreading more brightness in already brightened hall. Walls were supported with big four pillars which have handcrafted designs on it.paintings from All famous artists were hanging on the walls giving a rich and posh look to already posh looking lounge.
There were two staircases coming towards one side of hall.Wooden Staircases were at the one end of the lounge. The comfortable couches were settled in center of hall with glass coffee table in center of it. The bright rays of sun were coming from open french windows of the bright and airy hall. The lounge was perfectly balanced with natural light as well as artificial one.
She came in the lounge with an intention to go towards dining room to have her breakfast but stopped on her spot hearing a familiar voice,she turned backwards only to come face to face with Sophia.
"What are you doing here this early?" Aaliya asked her with a frown on her face.
"There is some issue with designs which we have specially designed for Canadian clients." She elaborated the issue they were having which was urgent and needed her attention.
"Wait here i will come back in 5 minutes after informing my family." Aaliya said and quickly took long strides towards dining room.
"Be careful!" Sophia yelled from behind watching her taking long strides but it went in vain as she already entered in dining room. Sophia shook her head at her best friend's actions.
Arslan was coming downstairs wearing his black colored three piece business suit with silver watch in his hand,his hairs now Perfectly set on his head after being gelled,his suit perfectly hugging his physique as though it was made for him only. He was walking towards corridor while cuffing his cuffs of sleeves of his suit,when he heard her voice and he stood there only on his place,not taking any step further.
He waited there for some more time as he don't want to face her now,he doesn't have this much strength to face her now. When he heard foot steps going outside from lounge and talking to each other,then only he went to dining room to have his breakfast without encountering any unwanted person.