A girl with principle

CH-12 A GIRL GOT RESCUED

Oh My God.

I glanced at Manha than at Shehriyar Hadi. "Manha!" I breathed and she followed my gaze.

"Ye Shehriyar Hadi hai naa? Is he Shehriyar Hadi?" She asked and I slowly nodded.

"My god, real mein to ye aur handsome hai. He is more handsome in real."

"Kiska intezar hai to? What are you waiting for?" She grabbed my hand and dragged me with her.

Oh my god. I am going to talk to him. Oh my god. I am dying. Would he even recognize me? Damn! If he even noticed me? What would he think of me? My heart would explode from my chest. If he rejects to help us, What would I do then?

He was staring at his phone and when we stopped in front of him he lifted up his face. His coffee-brown eyes met my dark brown. His bushy eyebrows rose up. He looked at me then at Manha.

He smirked like he was suppressing the urge of saying something but stopped himself, anyways.

He raised his one eyebrow, "What?" his smirk faded and he asked us in his orotund voice.

"Shehriyar Hadi?" Manha asked.

"Yes?" He glanced at me and again his smirk returned.

"Sir, humein aapse kuch baat karni thi. We wanted to talk to you." Manha requested, I know she was also nervous in front of Shehriyar Hadi but who wouldn't.

"Meri meeting hai kuch der mein aap mere secretary se appointment le sakti hain. I have a meeting you can take appointment from my secratary." He looked behind his broad shoulder at his secretary then started walking away.

"Sir, please. It's very important." Manha pleaded.

"Talk with my secratary." He said in a final tone and walked away.

Shit.

"Hooriya, ab hum kya karen? Jao aur roko usey. Hamare pass aur koi option nahin hai. What do we do now? Go stop him. We don't have any other option."

"Jaise wo meri sunega. As he'll listen to me." I said, panicked but ran after him.

"Sir, sir. Please stop."

"Dekhiye maine kaha na aapse aap oppointment lekar aiyega."

"Sir, please. Ek baar meri baat sun lijiye phir aapko sab samajh aa jayega. Listen to me then you'll understand." His features softened. He stared into my pleading eyes for a long moment and I don't know why I couldn't look away.

"Rashid?" He called his assistant, bodybuilder personality more fitted as a butcher or a gangster that justifies his personality more accurately.

"Yes sir." Rashid bhai(brother) stood beside me. I don't know why but I want to call him bhai. He feels like it.

"Inhen mere cabin mein le jaao. Take them to my cabin." He informed Rashid bhai and looked at me "'I'll be there." That seemed more like a promise. I passed him a small smile.

Manha came beside me, "kya hua?what happened?"

"Wo apni meeting ke baad milenge aur apne cabin mein wait karne ko kaha hai. He'll meet after the meeting and said to wait in his cabin."

Rashid bhai directed us to Shehriyar Hadi's cabin. I wondered how would his cabin looks like? Would it be like Aahil sir? But I don't want his cabin to be like Aahil sir's cabin. I hate his cabin now. When I started the job I loved his room.

"Tune unse kya kaha? What did you say to him?"

"Maine unse kaha ki mujhe kuch important baat karni hai Jab wo sunenge tab wo samajhenge. I told him that I have to say something important and when he'll listen then he'll understand."