Arina Khan, a 20 years old Muslimah in her 2nd year of English literature, striving to become a better Muslimah,living in the Bustling New York City and the only daughter of the Khan household. For her, family is the top priority she can do anyth...
"Salam, I'm home" I said loudly as I slammed the door shut entering the beautiful house of mine after a tiring day in Uni.
As I entered the kitchen I saw my beautiful mother, Zahra Khan sitting massaging her head with a tired and annoyed expression on her pretty face.
"Mum, are you ok?" I asked feeling worried
"It's your brother" said Mum, ah of course
" What did he do now?"
" Well he tried to cook but nearly turned the kitchen into how Chernobyl looked after the explosion"
And that comment made me break into hysterical laughter, after calming down and wiping my tears I stood up to make a cup of tea for mum while she went outside to watch TV.
"Mum here's your tea"
'Ah Jazak Allah habibti, I don't know what I will do when you depart for your own house Insha Allah"
"I am never gonna leave you, mama" I said and hugged her before climbing up the stairs to my room.
I don't wanna get married now even though I know it completes half of our Deen but I feel like I am not ready for such a huge responsibility yet, at least not for the next 3-5 years.
After I freshened up and prayed Maghreb, I went to have dinner with my small Pakistani family living in New York City which consists of my father Ahmed Khan a neurosurgeon in one of the best hospitals of the city, my mum Zahra Khan a housewife, my 18 years old brother Zaid Khan in his last year of high school and last but not the least me, Arina Khan 20 years old doing my English literature degree in uni.
After Dinner I grabbed a tub of my favourite mouth watering Ben and Jerry's and went to watch Teen wolf on Netflix as there were still 2 hours left till Isha Salah.
Adam's POV
" You're fired" I screeched.
I sighed as another assistant screwed up.
"Adam you're being really reluctant" said Alex my best friend.
You'd expect him to be more understanding
I gave him the look. "She didn't put suger in my espresso"
" what do you have against women?, you don't like women, you're not gonna get a wife and if you don't get a wife, you're not gonna get any children and if you don't have any children who's gonna take over your company and take care of your money when you die, an old relative you've never heard of?"
I laughed really loudly "I'm never gonna get married and lose my freedom, as far as the money is concerned, you can buy my shares and I'll give you 30% of the Company". I shrug
Alex raised his brows "I'll invest for 40%" he smiles teasingly.
My laugh slowly dies down and a small smile appears. "The 70% is for my sister and her husband when she gets one...it's what he would have wanted".
Alex clears his throat. "I'll have my assistant give you the list of well assistants"
With that he says bye and leaves.
As I look at my favourite Rolex Watch, I realize how late I am, with that I take my suit jacket swing it on my shoulder and go out to the elevator which takes me down from my office at the 56th floor.
I go out of the Zeewad Enterprises and see my car ready, I take the keys from the driver as i prefer driving by myself and get into my black Bentley continental one of my favourite out of all the cars I own.
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