The story of a Pakistani girl born in a desi middle class household. Being part of the society that believes Fair is Lovely, Madiha has a hard time settling with her brown skin and ordinary looks.
All her mother wants, like every other desi mother...
"Hmm... Han theek hai mujhe forward kar den dekh leta hun main." Khurram Ahmad placed the receiver down and cut the call when a knock sounded at his door.
He smiled up at Daniyal who entered nodding his head and gestured for him to take a seat.
"Ji baba?
"Yeh apna planner utha lo, maine dekh liya hai. Or aaj site visit karne chaley jaou.. You need to have a one on one with the engineers on the project."
"Main?"
"Tumheyn nhi mila tha yeh project?" Khurram Ahmad asked incredelously.
"Ji.. Lekin woh... Maine.. Woh Zahid Uncle ne... Resignation ka nhi bola?" He asked tentatively.
"Tum kab se itne fikrmand honey lagey dusron ki baton se?" He laughed.
Daniyal cleared his throat giving a sheepish expression and Khurram Ahmad shook his head chuckling.
"Koi resign nhi kar raha, Zahid Sahab sirf retire ho saktey hain resign nhi kareyn ge.. " he joked, "unko Bhai jan sanmbhal len ge.."
"Tum apne kaam pe focus karo. Acha perfom karo and keep making us proud." Khurram Ahmad patted his shoulder nodding his head.
Daniyal smiled wide taking the planner and accepted the praise wholeheartedly.
Walking out he almost skipped in joy, fist pumping the air, but then control the urge as his gaze landed on the people working in their cubicles. Cleared his throat and walked ahead with his head high.
.......
Grinning he fell on his chair and grabbed his cell dialing her number.
