Chapter 4
"Go to hell." She muttered in her mouth.
Suddenly, she gestured to the taxi, which was visible from a distance and got into it.
"He thinks I'm scared of him. Bastard..." She was muttering again in her mouth.
"Ma'am ... what happened?" Taxi Driver is trying to be frank.
"Nothing, better to focus on your driving..." She said rudely.
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The Premier Cuisine
Time: 1:30 p.m.
The taxi stopped outside. She got out of the taxi, paid fare, and moved into the
"The Premier Cuisine."
The eyes of the people around were expressing strange meanings.
"Why are they all looking at me like that?"
She said to herself in her heart. Everyone was whispering to each other.
In a short time, Ahan Yousuf entered there with all his splendour. Everyone welcomed him.
"He came here too... oh..." She said furiously.
"Waiting for you there..." Ahan came near to her. He pointed to the table in front of her and sat down on the chair in front of her.
She stepped forward and stood in front of him. She saw a sign of a wound on his hand but she ignored it.
"What is your problem? I have already told you I am not interested in talking to you."
"Very funny...I am dying for you ..." He smiled sarcastically.
"Sit quietly here ... no need to create a scene." He threatened her with a little force.
She looked around and sat quietly.
Earlier, she was shocked to see a picture on TV in the hall where she was talking.
Seeing him and her picture together, her eyes widened.
"What is all this?" She could barely breathe.
"Look! No need to worry too much ... All this is a deception of their eyes and that's it."
"I know ... but who are you? And all this on TV ?? What is this man?? We were just talking, weren't we?" She was going to be very confused.
"This is the result of your discussion. If you had not argued with me, then it would not have happened."
He gritted his teeth.
"Like I told you to come so close to me??" She said in the same way as he did taunt.
"Well, I can't argue with you anymore."
He was helpless.
Before she could get up, he spoke immediately.
"You have to apologize to me in front of everyone. You have to tell everyone that you have nothing to do with Ahan Yousuf."
"And what have I done? Will you please tell?" She asked.
"Arguing with you is useless." he became helpless.
"Yes! Then why are you arguing?" She started to leave. But later she stopped walking.
She turned her face and spoke.
"And excuse me? And from you ...Should I apologize??" Her whole face was full of anger.
"And anyway, you have the honour of believing in me more than you do?" She smiled and joked.
"No more landing. It's not about the media." He cleared.
"Good? So, what's up??" She laughed.
"My fiancé. Sophia."
Rosie stopped laughing.
"Mumm ... so you want me to apologize to you in front of everyone and whatever you are saying ?? right? So that your fiancé will believe in you?"
"In response, he remained silent."
"Feeling bad for you. Seriously, what type of man are you? Your fiancé has no belief in you. Feeling sorry seriously."'
She smiled half-heartedly.
In response, he just wanted to slap her but he couldn't do that.
"Anyhow, if I refuse?"
"How selfish you are..." He was just about to slap her.
"Oh hello Mr. Ahan Yousuf! Better a poor horse than no horse at all." She said bitterly.
A man standing at a distance was taking pictures of the two for a long time.
They both looked at him as soon as they heard the camera sound. Another photo was taken.
"You fool."
She immediately leaned towards him. Ahan also rose quickly. But that person ran away.
"Was this notoriety less now ... what is it now?"
She held her head.
"Who are you?" She shouted at him.
"Why is everyone so interested in you?" She came near to him.
Again, a photo has been clicked by someone.
He held her arm and took her to another side where no one was there.
"I'm Ahan Yousuf Mir."
"Leave my hand ..." She just pulled her hand from his grip.
"Whatever you are. I damn care. But please get me out of it." She asked.
"It's very simple. You have to say sorry to me in the press. And..."
"And??" She frowned.
"And you have to admit that you were sent by Zawar Shah so that you can tarnish my reputation."
She glanced at her eyebrows. "Zawar Shah? Who is he?? And why should I lie?" She lost his mind.
"It's up to you ... if you don't say so, then you know! you are a simple Event Manager here." He stopped talking.
She frowned and looked at him.
"Simple! You will not be an Event Manager anymore. I mean, you will be out of here. And no one will give you a job here."
"I will scratch your face. ... How cheap you are." She was near to slapping him.
"I am in front of you ... you can do whatever you want ... except to deny it. that. Zawar Shah sent you to defame me. You have to say this in front of the press." He put his face in front of her and spoke.
"Whoever has a name is defamed. But you are the cheapest person that I have ever seen." She spoke in a wave of limitless anger.
He smiled. "This is your choice, Miss India ... Job or obedience to me. It's up to you... If you obey me, you will have a job and you will get so much money that you can't even think. But ..."
She slapped his face, cursed him, and left. The sound of slapping was heard by everyone outside. The people outside started smiling.
Some were giggling. As soon as she came out, everyone went to work.
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The Premier Cuisine Hotel (2nd Floor)
(Every member was doing their work.)
"Why are you looking at me? Focus on your work."
She is in a furious mood. When she saw Kiswa looking at her continuously, she asked.
to be continued....