Natasha

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(-Natasha's pov-)

It's been 2 weeks. 2 weeks of meeting all those people again. 2 weeks of crying, laughter and remembering each other. I looked out of the car. Oo Let me introduce myself, the new or the old me.

I am zartasha hameed. I am 24 years old. I lived as Natasha malik for 5 years. And now I have 2 families, who have difficulty getting along obviously!

My real family is small. It's my parents; mama baba and eik chota bhai hai Sarmad hameed. Mama ka naam Shabana hameed or baba ka Hameed khan hai. Baba works abroad and sarmad is in graduation, he is 21 years old.

I was on the way to a business meeting. It's been hectic since I was not able to work and Arham was not back. YES HE IS NOT! Abhi tk nhii aya. Maine bhi message or call nhii krni or na hi ksi se pouchna hai.

*RING RING *

It was Umair.

"Heyyyy...." I said as answered the call.

"Kahan ho?" He asked.

"Meeting par ja rahi."

"Vo......"

"Kiya?"

"Kuch pouchna tha...?" He said slowly.

"Ajj tk pouchne se phly poucha hai pouch loon?"

"Ab shayed sab badal gya hai...."

"Umair maar kahni hai?"

"Bare bhai ko margi?"

"Tu phir bata na bhai." I said in the sweetest zone.

"Raat ko party ky bd you coming home na? Amma is waiting."

"Zahir si baat hai....I spend 2 days there and 2 here. Ajj ajaongi...plus Amma thek hain?"

"She miss you." Umair sounded sad.

"Ajj party ky bd ghar hi ana ....tension not!"

After the phone, I reached outside my office building. People are going to ask questions and stupid glares ugh!

You are a strong woman! You can kick one's ass and then no other will ask. Simple baby!

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"Okay so how much time do I have to finish this all?" I asked Mr. Kamal

"Ma'am tomorrow was the deadline so...?" He was sitting right in front of me in my office.

"Apneh phly kun bhii btya?!!"

"Ma'am we had instructions not to disturb you for atleast 2 weeks."

"And who told you that?"

"Mr. Uzair Malik!" He said.

Bhaiya! Who is going to do this all now?

"Mr. Kamal, the only conflict which can occur here in this business is me versus me.... not even Arham with 50% shares can go against me. Dont you know that?"

"Ma'am we all were worried about you!"

"Okay fine. I will do this! Can you please send me Anar ka juice?"

"Sure thing Ma'am." With that he left me with all these files that needed to be signed and checked.

Woah! So tomorrow is 14th of January, my birthday! And I have to do this all. I am so much tired. It's like I am divide into 3 parts; real family, adoptive one and then this work.

Udher jao tu udher se call ajati ...udher jao tu udher se! Ajeeb pagal si hogai. Sirf phly 2 3 din everyone was taking care of me but now it's more like of torture.