Synthesis of Scattered Pieces ✔️

3.

Grabbing one of my favourite drinks cold coffee from the food court of the metro station I stepped towards the exit. Luckily the radio station was very near, so I didn't have to walk much. I was already exhausted after my exam and Kabeer's comment on me. There was a time when I had good opinions about Kabeer, he was not my friend ever but from the last year, I started feeling his attention towards me. Till the end of my B.Sc I talk to him twice or thrice but after graduation, I talked to him practically not only with him but we all classmate talk to each other for discussion regarding future education strategies. Just it! Nothing more or less. Regardless of my unfriendly behaviour with he started talking with me in a friendly manner. And my misfortune we both took admission in the same university for a masters degree, but thankfully our subjects were different, from day first he was trying to come into my good books by providing me with some unwanted help and many times trying to show himself as a generous one. But there is a big difference between trying to show himself as a generous one and being one. Since that time I'm avoiding Kabeer and he is practically behind me like a tail, I don't know why I had a feeling that he was taking me as a challenge because I was not from those girls who were impressed by his looks. Maybe I was hurting his ego by not giving him that amount of attention that he was waiting for.

Though Mr Bani Kabeer Khan wasn't a matter of concern for me, I'm an expert in avoiding him.

But now I got a new matter of concern...

No one else but my colleague or better to say, senior

The Daniyal Kazmi...

In a single encounter with him, I understand that he is not a good man, I hate his over-friendly nature. He was way too casual in the very first meeting with me as a colleague. That's so unprofessional but what could I do because I need this job and he appears from nowhere in my professional life as a senior.

Well... Passing all the inconveniences of my path I arrived at the peaceful place where I got a new identity for myself; The radio station

Living as RJ Khushi was not less than a blessing, people are sharing their problems and feeling with me and I'm attempting my best to guide them. It's like a dream come true for me.  But, unfortunately, I couldn't introduce myself as RJ Shifa!

"Shifa" That was a loud call from David Sir. "Come to my cabin" 

"Yes sir, coming" I answered back in hurry, and my heart already skipped a beat because David sir usually doesn't call anyone in his cabin and when he calls someone in his cabin it means that was the last month of that person on the radio station.

I couldn't afford to lose this job!

I couldn't be a burden on papa and Hamdan Bhai!

"Sir, you call me?” I asked meekly while entering the cabin and he nodded. I honestly prepared myself to face a good amount of insult because when it comes to David sir, no one could expect politeness from his side.

"Shifa are you noticing your timings? You're coming late for a week and leaving earlier" Sir scolded me and I was silent.

"I'm sorry sir," I muttered with casting my gaze down "It's my college exams tha- "

"It's none of my business whether it's your exams or anything else! Your salary is approximately equal to a full-time staffer but your working hours are equal to a part-time worker, even less." He yelled and I silently listen to that. I wanted to answer back that I only give fewer hours in radio station, other RJ(s) make their script in office but I prepared myself at my home that's why I come only for recording. But I decided to stay quiet because my reaction could develop another problem for me