ISHQ, EK IBADAT | (Completed)

Episode - 17

At Sheikh's Enterprises, Zeeshan trudged through his office, exhausted from an hour of manual labor as punishment. He grumbled to himself, "Elhaan thinks he's a big shot, but he's just a tyrant. What's the big deal if I showed up late to the club and the office? I'm the Managing Director, after all. It's ironic that a respected person like me should be punished. He's not a friend, but a foe. He can't tolerate my happiness. And to make matters worse, I got scolded in front of that beautiful girl. I wonder what she must be thinking. My life is already dull, and now he's adding fuel to the fire."

As Zeeshan walked towards his cabin, his feet tangled, and he stumbled, boxes teetering in his grasp. Just as he was about to crash to the ground, a pair of elegant hands grasped his shirt from behind, steadying him. Zeeshan's heart skipped a beat as he exclaimed, "Oh God! Thank goodness I'm saved! My handsome face would have been bruised for sure!"

He turned to face his rescuer, his eyes wide with gratitude. "Who are you? What angel has saved me from embarrassment?" he asked, his voice filled with wonder.

The mysterious hands belonged to Fariyal Azeem, who revealed herself as she took some boxes from Zeeshan's grasp. Her hair danced around her face like a halo, and her bright smile illuminated the room. Her hazel eyes sparkled behind long lashes, captivating Zeeshan.

As their eyes met, Fariyal smiled, and Zeeshan's heart melted. He stood there, transfixed, his exhaustion forgotten. He couldn't help but smile back, feeling like a foolish, lovestruck schoolboy.

In that moment, Zeeshan was completely lost in Fariyal's beauty, his world reduced to the sparkling hazel eyes and bright smile that had saved him from an embarrassing fall.

"Fariyal Azeem!" Zeeshan exclaimed with a big smile.

Fariyal teased, "Mr. Zeeshan, if you're done staring at me, shall we head to your cabin?"

Zeeshan's eyes widened, his voice filled with excitement. "My cabin? You mean, my cabin?"

Fariyal nodded, a sly smile spreading across her face. "Yes, your cabin, boss."

Zeeshan gestured gallantly, his heart racing. "Please, lead the way. I'll follow."

As they entered his cabin, Zeeshan trailed behind Fariyal, his eyes fixed on her. They set the boxes aside and sat down, their faces inches apart.

Zeeshan's eyes locked onto Fariyal's, his voice sincere. "I wasn't expecting you to be here, but I'm so glad I got to see you."

Fariyal leaned in, her elbow on his desk, her face inches from his. "You'll be seeing me every day here, boss."

Zeeshan's eyes widened in surprise, his heart skipping a beat. "Every day? You mean... You're going to be working with me?" He struggled to contain his excitement.

Fariyal handed him the recommendation letter, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I'm thrilled to be joining your company as a model and intern designer. I hope you'll guide me well."

Zeeshan's face lit up with enthusiasm, but before he could respond, Elhaan knocked on the door.

"Mr. Zeeshan, this is our new model, Fariyal," Elhaan announced. "Ensure you treat her with utmost care. I won't tolerate any complaints against you."

Zeeshan held up his hands, his expression reassuring. "Brother, relax! No need to worry. I'll take excellent care of her."

Elhaan's gaze narrowed. "My eyes are on you, Zeeshan."

Zeeshan chuckled. "Boss, don't worry. I wouldn't dare risk my own life. I know my limits."

Just then, Elhaan's phone rang. "Amir Sahab? At this hour?" His expression turning serious.