“ I am a greedy man,

But only when it comes to her. ”

...

• Delhi, India.

The Man she was investigating for over four years and everytime she gets closer getting all the dirt on him, he bombarded her with a transfer letter. But this time it was different, he didn't transferred her, but destroyed her works of years. Only she knows how she got those evidences. How much she suffered in getting her hands on them.

This time, she didn't bothered herself to collect anymore evidences. Instead she played the very old and cheap trick, getting closer to the enemy. And now standing on the grounds of Delhi, she is only feeling like evil witch.

Mahrosh Yaman, a mere environmental officer, going to bring the King of The Jungle AKA Haider Talal, the man who funds the huge rallies of corrupted politicians, just to get bigger profits.

Her head felt heavy suddenly, her spirit going down, anxiety rushing up, in her thoughts she is a wonder woman. But this is real life and in reality life works differently. Until unless miracle happens. And Miracles do happen but only for those who believes truthfully.

"Its going to be Good."

She repeated her own mantra for a thousand time in the same day.

"Ms Mahrosh?" She heard a very sophisticated and gentle voice, turning around, she saw a man in three piece suit holding his hand together infront of her. She didn't understand who is he, and why he's showing her respect. As far as her memory goes, her job doesn't give her any kind of facilities outside the working hours.

"And who are you Mister?"

Her lips thinned, she has made many enemies with her truthful personality. And has gotten many rape threats or murder threats, even two years ago a builder tried to abduct her, but unfortunately for that poor builder he wasn't aware of Mahrosh Yaman's abilities. Mahrosh knew from day one, she was a fish in the Ocean of sharks. So for her survival she has to impose herself like a shark, dangerous and move like a fish, fast, very fast.

And well that end really well, Mahrosh has a tracking system in her car and the Builder along his man got caught on the spot. Kudos to Mahrosh for her presence of mind.

"I'm Shenk Ryan, Haider Talal's Secretary."

Shenk Ryan was still holding his hands and bowing his head in her respect.

Mahrosh sighed in relief, she knew one thing about Haider Talal very well, he doesn't attack on the back.

"And Your boss might wants to meet me?" She raised her eyebrows.

And Shenk Ryan smiled, a real one. Well Mahrosh wasn't expecting this.

"Ma'am isn't it what you wanted? Trying very hard to meet my boss for the past four years?" He mocked her jokingly and it was the last nail in the coffin, Mahrosh smiled sweetly, putting her heels on his polished shoes.

"I don't like Witty People."

Shenk Ryan just nodded and gestured the chauffeur to open the gates of the car, Mahrosh silently sat inside.

The car stopped with a hault infront of a building, it was a posh area and the building was a living example of excellent Architecture.

For a moment she admired it and the next movement she was moving to the up floor. Her breathe hitched, even though, she was high on confidence. But there was a tiny fear in her mind. She was walking in the den of lion without any protection.

Ding.

The elevator opened and what she saw was huge gate infront of her, two guards were standing on each side. She looked at Shenk Ryan and then back to the gate, the guards moved away seeing the boss's secretary.

"Please ma'am go inside, sir is waiting for you."

"Mmm Okay." She took a step but then stopped.

"You are not coming?"

"No Ma'am."

Shenk Ryan smiled courteously.

Before she could smile in return the doors got closed and then it hit her, she has no access to her phone or luggage. Because they had gotten it from her and she didn't asked for them to give her things back.

Lines of sweat formed on her forehead.

"Its so nice to Meet You Ms Yaman, for real."

Mascular colonge mixed with cigar smell hit her nostrils, he was standing close to her, his breathe hitting her ears as he speak in his thick sultry voice.

Mahrosh turned around, sceptically, her eyes went big as she saw him.

Haider Talal, well he was a lost case now. He got diseased with the Love at First sight illness.

Her face was too close to his, he can saw little brownish freckles on her honey wheatish skin, little moles on her lower lip, her long lashes and that pointed nose. Her scarf has fallen off by the time, maybe purposely, exposing her long luscious hair.

And Haider Talal did what he shouldn't have, in a moment of weakness took her hairs in his hand, inhaling her scent. He has invaded her private space.

Mahrosh got alert and kicked him where the sun doesn't shine, Haider's voice was holding a lot of pain. He sat down on the floor on his knees. Trying to subdued the pain he was feeling, not forgetting to pass a harsh glare on Mahrosh.

"I thought you'd be a courteous Man seeing your Staff, but i must say, you're nothing but a tharki." Mahrosh spited venomously.

"What did you said?" Haider didn't liked her foul remarks got up avoiding the pain in his ahmm ahmm.

"I think you should first take care of yourself and yeah next time if you want to meet me. Come to my Office."

Mahrosh started walking towards the exit moving back and looking tauntingly at him, "Next time Don't come near me, otherwise you'll face major consequences. You've just seen the trailer, not the film."

And she walked out of the scene, leaving a Confused Haider Talal.

But bad for Mahrosh she didn't knew that her indifference and coldness will melt the ice on Haider's rebellious heart.

...

It happened, the same story repeated itself again. Haider Talal, Industrialist Tycoon, started roaming and following Mahrosh like a lost puppy.

Politicians, Business Tycoons and Celebrities who waits for months to get an appointment with Haider, That mighty Haider Talal wait outside Mahrosh's office like a teenage boy, just to see her one glance.

...

Mahrosh was waiting for her driver when she heard her colleagues looking at her and laughing. She took out her phone and started scrolling Instagram.

"Look Haider Talal has been whipped over Mahrosh, i must say we all shall learn a few tricks from her." Their useless bantering and commentary is going on.

Mahrosh looked up and saw Haider Talal standing on his place, her blood pressure went high and she started walking fastly towards Haider Talal.

Haider who was checking her out without any shame, was smiling widely now, he straighten himself when he saw her coming in his direction.

"What do you want huh?"

"I've withdrawn myself from your case. I'm not putting my nose in your business. Then why are you following me around."

"Look Mr Haider Talal its really getting out of hands. You should stop following me around. Otherwise why i will dodge an FIR against."

"Ohhh Hello Mr Tharki? Are you listening to me?"

Mahrosh who was lashing out her pent up frustration and anger of weeks on him, got more furious seeing his smiling face and shameless eyes that were boring into her existence.

In her anger, she pinched so lightly on his arms but the pain was like an electric shock for Him, he came back to his senses and shooked his head.

"Why do you have to physically abuse me, everytime we met?"

Mahrosh stepped back when she saw that Loving and warmth in his eyes, that were conveying through his words.

"You've gone mad." Shooking her head in disappointment she walked back not looking back.

"Yes I've gone mad for Mahrosh Yaman." Haider Talal shouted so loud that atleast people around them would've listened to his voice, including Mahrosh's annoying colleagues.

Mahrosh turned around but she froze, when she saw Haider giving her a flying kiss, in a second he sat inside his car and leaving a shocked Mahrosh with her mouth open in O.

...

Mahrosh who was busy getting ready for the Annual Gala, more like the new year's eve party. She was applying kohl in her eyes, she wasn't a fan of Makeup. She was wearing a beautiful ankle length white colour Anarkali, her hairs were following like waterfall in loose curls.

Her mother stopped on the gate and admired her daughter's beauty for a second. A tear fell down her eyes, years ago, Shabeena Yaman sacrificed her happiness for the sake of her daughters and now seeing them grown up into such Graceful young ladies, her heart blooms with pride.

"Let me help you." Shabeena said taking her dupptta in her hands and setting that on her head carefully.

"Ohh Ammu. Thank goodness. I was trying so hard to set this up....but you did it in a second." Mahrosh hugged her mother tightly. She was a mommy's Little girl.

"By the way you're attending New year's party for the first time. May ask why?"

Her mother was looking at her reflection in the mirror and Mahrosh swallowed the lump in her throat.

"Nothing Ammu. Its just that its good to be social sometimes."

"If that's the case then I'm okay. But be careful."

Shabeena patted her daughter's shoulder and left her with a thousand thoughts running in her mind.

Mahrosh shooked her head and took a deep breathe.

...

Their was huge Chandelier holding the beautifully light up candles, whole room was decorated with deep red roses and white lillies giving it a very romantic touch.

Mahrosh was busy admiring the decoration and its little details, when the host of the party came on stage, bringing everyone's attention towards himself.

"Hello Ladies and Gentlemen. Its the new year's eve and tonight I've a very special guest and my dear Friend Haider Talal, who is going to bless our ears with his beautiful singing....come Haider."

Mahrosh who was so lost in her admiration for the decoration didn't knew that Haider Talal was oggling her like a creep for almost an hour, and now he finally got her attention.

Haider walked towards the stage like he owns the damn party, he was looking like the old Haider Talal. Arrogant. Greedy. Rude. Taking the mic in his hands he started singing in his soulful voice;

Teri dooriyan mujhpe gunah hai

Dil chahat iski gawah hai

Meri duniyan teri panah hai

Yahi ishq ne mujhse kaha hai

Mahrosh's ears goes on alert, she looked around but no one was seeing her. She sighed in relief.

Dil sanwarta hai tere khayalon se

Jagmagata hai tere ujaalo se

Raqs krta hai dil tujhpe marta hua

Paaglon sa tera zikr karta hua

Haider stopped singing and looked at Mahrosh, she was bitting her lower lip. He sensed that she was getting uncomfortable.

And Mahrosh she was getting red from head to toe, holding back her anger and frustration.

Mere chain-o-sukoon teri raah

Tu rooh ki khawabgaah hai

Tujhse bichadh ke ba khuda main yaha

Ji na sakunga ik lamha....

Their eyes were locked with eachother. One was defying, the other was flattering.

Shukrana chahe main jitna bhi kar lun

Fir bhi rahega vo kam

Tera tassavur mujhe deke mola ne

Mujhpe kiya hai karam

Mahrosh shooked her head and walked out from the hall, his voice was still following her.

Aram aata hai deedar se tere

Mit jaate hai saare ghum

Hai ye dua ke tujhe dekhte

Dekhte hi nikal jaye dum......

Haider gave the mic back to the host and run after Mahrosh.

...

Mahrosh splashed cold water harshly on her face and looked at herself in the mirror. She was not looking good, the panic and anxiety hitting her nerves.

She took out some wipes and started wiping her face when the ladiesroom door opened and closed in one click, her eyes went up to see who it was.

She saw a worried Haider's reflection in the mirror. He was still standing holding the doors knob.

Mahrosh put her things back in her clutch and was about to walk out but Haider stopped her in midway.

Her back was plastered with the cold wood of the door and Haider's eyes were pinning her with heating gaze. She didn't wanted this.

"Move aside Haider."

" I saide move aside."

"I will not."

Haider took a stop closer to her, his warm breathe hitting her face, his eyes shameless gazing her every feature.

"Have you gone Mad Haider Talal?"

"Move out of my away."

Mahrosh tried to push him away but he wasn't letting her go. And currently she wasn't in her best status, anytime her panic attack would hit her.

"You came in my way Mahrosh Yaman. You chased me for years and now behaving like I'm forcing you."

"Haider leave my way."

"I won't. Never."

Haider placed both of his hands on each side of hers, caging her in his arms, without touching her. Yet the pulsing sensation of hearts and desires was their, urging him to do something out of his limits.

But he didn't.

Because He knows Mahrosh would kick him again, where the sun doesn't shine.

"Why are you doing this?"

Mahrosh asked raising her eyebrows.

"Be my wife." He whispered in her ear, taking one of her hair strands in his hand.

"What?" Mahrosh shouted or more like laughed on his face.

"Be my wife." Mahrosh mimicked Haider's tone and kept on laughing.

"I won't marry a shameless man like you, even in my wildest dream." Mahrosh said in between her laughs and that break Haider's heart, he left her way.

Moving aside.

Mahrosh opened the door and walking out of the room.

A triumph smile dancing on her lips.

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