Chirping birds were flapping with the strong wind in the cloudless blue sky blending with hue of tinted orange, yellow and red shades. A perfect glory after sunrise! Gurgling of pellucid water from tube well was echoing in the sarsoo ka khet ( mustard field) was dancing with the movement of the wind. The mud tracks were on side was crowded early in the morning. Herd of sheep and cow were passing by with loud sound of 'Baa-Baa!' 'Moo!'s and the sweet jingling bells hanging in their neck.

But nothing could distract Libah from her studies. She was too focused with her pen clutched between her teeth and her cute round nose scrunched in confusion. Her hairs were in loose bun; wild and untamed disturbing her beautiful big black eyes , sitting in old but clean blue salwar suit with her legs crossed on the ranch of mustard field that belongs to some farmer of Dhamakpur village.

"Oh Libah baji! Libah Baji!" until a familiar little voice called her yelling.

She smiled her innocent smile that always reaches her beautiful big eyes before she closed her notebook and jumped down from the ramp. There he was; her twelve years old soon to be brother-in-law and her cousin Raqib.

"Tusi ethe ki kara ?" She asked sternly raising her brows. "ki tuhade kola aja sakool nahim ha?"

(what are you doing here?) (don't you have school today?)

"Main sakoola ja ria si pr tuhade abba ne mainu tuhanu lubhana lai kiha.." He told her showing his jute sling bag crossed on his shoulder.

(I was going to school but your father asked me to find you.)

"ki?" She said thoughtfully putting her hand on her waist.

(really?)

"E tuhada dukana kholana da bakhat hai" He told her what her father asked him to tell her and ran away from there because he was getting late for school.

(Its your time to open the store now.)

"O teri!" Libah palmed her head with one hand and other still on her waist. She was so busy in her studies that she didn't realize its her time to open the store.

Oh how she didn't realize the time! She wondered before she started running towards her home like Punjab mail express.

She is so careless and her father is going to kill her today. She got one responsibility to fulfill and she already failed.

Libah is the daughter of Tabrez Ahmad, a poor but honarable man of the village who runs a general store for living. He has started staying sick due to old age so Libah took the responsibility of the store on herself because she doesn't want to burden her father.

They are the only family of eachother because Libah's mother died when Libah was young but the old man never re-married for the sake of his loving daughter who didn't want to suffer Libah the wrath of step mother as it normally happen in the lower society.

"Abba! Abba!"

She called her father who was gargling in the backyard of her small home without cement finishing, sitting on palang (cot).

"Mainu afasos aan ki mai bhula gi.." She pouted feeling sorry while sitting beside him on cot.

(I am sorry that I forgot.)

"Koi na!" His father put the metal pot aside before turning to his daughter with a smile.

(No worries!)

"Par tannu yaad ta hai ki roshana kl Sahar lai ravana ho riha hai?" He asked reminding her.

(But atleast you remember that he is leaving for city tomorrow right?)

She smiled and excitedly nodded.

"Ji abba!" and hugged him.

Roshan is Tabrez's elder brother's son and and her fiancé. He is the only highly educated in the entire village and now Libah is following his footsteps. He studied in nearest city for five years and now he got a good job in a city like Karachi in a very prestigious company.

He is leaving tomorrow and it was promised that wedding will be done once he settle himself there comfortably taking Libah with her.

"Huna main jaka dukana kholungi.." She told while sleeping her beautiful feet in her worn out slippers and rushed to the narrow hallway leading to the shop in her home.

(Now I will go and open the shop.)

*****

"Oh Libbo ik gal sun.."

(Oh Libbo listen here..)

"hmmm.." She responded shyly while pretending to be busy filling the poly bag with rice ignoring to look at his young boyish face.

"ki tusi mainu yaad karoge?" He asked leaning on the wooden slab of her shop staring at her beautiful face. Libah cheeks darkened with blush.

(Will you miss me?)

Its not appropriate in their village for a girl and boy to have affairs or to talk privately with eachother. So Libah and Roshan always searching for excuses to see or to talk to eachother.

Sometimes she goes to his house excusing something to give or to ask for something or he often coming to her shop to buy something.

"Tusi phiran bhi nai bologe?" He asked pouting sadly but she is feeling too shy to speak.

(You still won't speak?)

"ab main ki bolan?" She shrugged innocently, her active hands fumbling feeling anxious.

(What should I speak?)

"Acha sun..." his voice tone suddenly lowered. "Manu isi numbara te calla karan jaddo tak main nava nambar nahi laindiya." He slided a piece of paper wrapped in note before taking the ploy bag from her and waited for her response.

(okay listen..) (Call me on this number until I get a new one.)

She pulled the piece of paper smiling shyly.

"Changa!" She nodded agreeing meekly.

(cool!)

He smiled and walked away.

*******

Two pair of eyes drifting to the grand staircase carved with intricate arabic design every now and then.

The wrinkled pair of angry eyes stared at the Newman Rolex Daytona on his wrist impatiently thinning his lips in displeasure.

The lavish dining area was too quite in tension. Heavenly breakfast in preciously expensive bone china crockery made by finest procelain laid on the turkish designed german glass dining table untouched.

"Farishta Bi!" He yelled in his thick voice impatiently calling the senior help of their luxurious mansion.

"Ji bade sahab!" An elderly woman came rushing and stood Infront of him staring down with her hand hand crossed in front.

(Yes master!)

"Why is Azlaan still sleeping? Go call him now!" He ordered angrily and the woman shivered in fear.

"Pr..pr Sahab..Azl..Azlaan Baba to raat ko ghar hi nahi aaye.." She gulped nervously before answering fumbling in fear.

(But master, Azlaan baba never came home last night.)

Mr Armaan Hussain Mir is a really intimidating man. He is an honourable businessman man with amount of money to feed entire country for next three generations. He never gets lenient with lower class people; well doing generous charity is another case.

"Leave!" He growled and she ran away from there without wasting another breath.

Noor Jahan; his wife started fiddling with her sumptuously jewelry laden fingers fearing the wrath she is about to face from her husband for hiding such thing from him.

She is always defending her darling son's mistake and his sinful deeds from her husband since they shifted in Karachi from USA.

"May I know the reason for this?" He asked, his voice too calm but his old experienced eyes swirling the storm.

"He had a private meeting with Russian delegates until late that's why." She half lied, tucking her smooth glossy hairs even in such age behind her diamond studded ear.

"Really?" He chuckled amused. "And I thought I am the owner!" He snapped sarcastically.

"Ye konsi meeting hai jo adhi raat ko hoti hai vo bhi bina meri malumaat kay?" He growled narrowing his eyes mocking his wife for his lie.

(What kind of meeting is that goes in midnight that too without my knowledge?)

"Main sach keh rahi hu aap chahe to office pata kar lein.." She spoke confidently.

(I am not lying you can even call office to find out.)

"Jahan begum.." He clenched his teeth controlling his anger. " Apne bete ki galtiyo par parda dalne k bajaye samjhae use k ye uska America nahi Pakistan hai!"

(Instead of covering your son's mistake better make him understand that its not his America but Pakistan!)

*********

"This is it." She smiled professionally looking around everyone's faces, her lips painted boldly red. "Thank you!"

Then she walked towards her seat in the conference room swaying her wide hips clad in black knee length dress hugging her slim hour glass figure and sat on chair while crossing her smooth long legs when her presentation was done.

She is too confident that she is getting contract for the upcoming hotel project.

She smirked seductively, twirling her blonde hairs looking at the young man with God like features, clad in a business suit as dark as his eyes, moulding his broad chest and proud shoulders like an armour leaning on his chair too comfortably like a king that world worships and women around the world sleep hugging his cover photos gracing the magazines.

He rubbed his dark well trimmed beard thoughtfully staring at the beautiful woman in front of him with no recognition in his eyes at all. He is too professional for that on weekdays.

And yesterday was Sunday, So not his fault.

"It was really impressive Miss Tatiana!"

"Yeah you did a great job with that."

Most of members around the table praised her looking highly impressed boosting her confidence even more. She didn't bother to thank anyone because she was too much busy staring at the man who showed her heaven last night, took her to the most forbidden places and now its time for him to show her heaven of the business world.

She can still feel the magical touch of his talented calloused fingers on her most intimate areas burning her with another gust of blazing desire.

"Lets the boss decide!" She smiled playfully, sounding seductive, her blue eyes seems drunk in desire begging for a repeat of the best night of her life.

"Congratulations Mr Santorini! It would be an honour for Mir Estates to work with you on this project." He spoke monotonously, standing from his head chair on his full proud height making the big room look smaller by his intimidatingly build posture.

Tatiana's jaw dropped in shock and disbelief while Azlaan fixed the diamond cufflinks of his white shirt nonchalantly before turning his face in her direction.

"And my apologies Miss Smirnov! But wish you best for a good future." He smiled sympathetically; the mastered one in world of business.

"The meeting is dismiss for today!" He wrapped up the meeting before turning around to leave the room taking long and proud step.

"Mr Mir!" She called when he was about to cross the glass door.

He stopped and turned around quirking his brows in question.

"Yes?" He asked gruffly, tucking his hand in his black slacks.

"May I ask why did you give that project to them ?" She asked gritting her teeth. She is highly disappointed in him.

"because I liked that one better." He simply shrugged sincerely.

Her jaw dropped touching the floor.

"Bu...bu..but..." She fumbled for the correct word but he already interrupted her.

"What did you think?" He smirked and stepped closer.

"Sleeping with your client will help you achieve your goal?" His voice down and octave sounding husky and his long fingers trailing her pale cheeks seductively sending shivers of pleasure down her body. "Well think again darling."

"Last night was a mutual consent.." He mocked whispering, his lips brushing her earlobes while she was breathing heavily."No business attached!" He pulled away leisurely.

"Rather sleeping around to find your ways to the top better enhance your skills." He pecked the corner of her lips and walked out from there unapologetically.

"Aaahhh!" She threw her files on the floor, breathing in anger. All the desire for him evaporated into thin air.

She feels humiliated!

*******

'So what happen to the new Finance Head?"

He asked in strictly firm voice to his secretary not bothering to look up from his laptop. Even his softest tone could make anyone feel chill to their bones.

"As expected he joined us today , Boss!" She answered stiffly, hiding her nervousness expertly knowing her strictly scary boss appreciate only professionalism in the office.

"Good!" And it was hint for her to leave.

She turn around and heaved a deep breath she was holding in relief and thanked God for coming out lions cave safe and sound.

SO WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT THE NEW STORY?

WHAT'S YOUR THOUGHT ABOUT

AZLAAN AND

LIBAH?

*Punjabi is not my first second or third or fourth language..😂😂 meri pure khaandan me koi Punjab se nahi hai.* So please excuse the Google translate for all the mistake.

I will continue updating this sure not sure when because right now I am focusing on "Sayonee"

Thank you!