CHAPTER 10

CHAPTER 10 : Fawad can be a prince charming ?!

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Safia opened the door of her house and came inside .

"Safia you are here!" Her mother exclaimed happily .

"Look who came to see you" Her father who was sitting on the couch told her . She stared at the side and it was Murad with her phuphi.

Murad was dressed up in a blue shirt with black pants . Over it , he had worn his doctor's coat . His hairs were slightly messy due to the long hours of duty he had gone through .

"Hello Safia" He stood up from the couch , noticing her.

"Hello Murad . Assalamualaikum Phuphi" She said and Phuphi returned her greeting.

She had no intrest in entertaining any single one of them . She just came to the house to get ready for the party . And because it was 5 hours away from the city , she needed to get to Fawad's mansion quickly .

"Come sit here" Phuphi tapped the area beside her and with half-heart Safia sat down . It didn't took much time for phuphi to start a talk with her .

"And how are studies going?" She asked at the last.

Safia stared at her father , and embarrassment was clearly visible in his eyes for not being capable enough to make her study.

"She has left college because of financial condition Sabreen" her father told her and she gasped .

"My lord ! I heard that you were quiet intelligent. I don't know , if I had even some extra pennies to spare I would have given it all to you my child" Her phuphi said with fakeness dripping her tone .

Safia's annoyance at the fake concern was evident.

"I know Sabreen"Her father said with a slight smile trying to get rid of the guilty feeling lingering in his heart.

"Why is it even a big concern ? She is his daughter, she can understand this much and Safia has already done 12th , what more would she even want to do ? I suggest you to marry someone Safia and maybe that person can help to pay off the medical bills of your father . Perhaps someone rich"Murad's voice clearly gave off the indication that he was talking about himself.

"I am fine Murad. I don't need to marry someone for financial help . He's my abbu ! I will take care of him like I have been doing for the past years " Safia confidently said.

"Quit lying to yourself . You need a man who will take care of you . Your eyes and lips tell a different story . You look so tired , don't you think working for so many hours a day is worse than just serving a mann? He will take care of you and maybe let you cry on his shoulder when you feel depressed or low" Murad told her . He was very confident that Safia couldn't find a better option than him . Infact no girl could.

"I think you are right-I really need to find a man , but there is no man around here" She said with a fake pout.

"Did you accidentally ignore me?" Murad asked.

"No, it was after keeping you in account too " Safia told him , but before she could say further , her phone rang and it was an unknown number. She cut it.

"Shahmeer !! You really haven't taught your daughter any respect for others !! What did my Murad even told her ? Isn't it true a woman needs a man "

"Yes they do , but just as much as a man needs a woman" Safia interrupted . Usually she would let her phuphi and Murad get away with their nasty attitude but today wasn't the day . She was already irritated with her encounter with Rudhra and then Fawad.

She was done with this atleast for today.

Her phone rang again and it was the same number . She got irritated and picked it up.

"Who is this?" She asked in an irritated voice.

"Looks like someone's day isn't going good" She could instantly recognise Fawad's voice. Despite being cold and in-expressive , he always talking in a low tone polite tone . Quite ironic .

"Excuse me for that tone-"

"Hmm excused. Are you ready for party?" He asked

"Not yet. Give me five minutes" She said.

"Take an hour" He told her .

"Thanks"

"But look your best" Fawad added and Safia hummed . The phone was then cut .

"Who were you talking with?" His mother asked.

"My boss. Today is a dinner party and he is going to give me bonus , that's why he needs me to get ready properly. I would be going for now " She excused herself . Her mother was confused , but she couldn't do anything, she didn't had much idea of how a workplace was.

Safia walked into her room with stress and opened her cupboard . The clothes fell down near her feet because it was overfilled , but ignoring that , she started to look for some heavy looking suit for the party . After 15 minutes of searching while ignoring Murad and Phuphi's toxic words against her and her father defending her saying that she is just tired because of work .

She was confused between 3 dresses . One was white , the other was blue and third one was green . She kept thinking which one should she wear. Not knowing what to do , she clicked a picture of them and sent it to Ismail.

Safia :

Reply quickly , which

one is better ?

Ismail:

Blue

He quickly replied and then went offline . Safia realised that he must be busy in his work. She worn the dress and opened a small box which had lipstick , foundation and kajal . She started to apply it over her face . She still felt as if the makeup wasn't enough , so she rubbed some lipstick over her finger tips and rubbed it on her cheek bone and nose as a blush and over her eyelids. She looked in the mirror and felt as if it was fine . She opened her hair and roughly combed it . Few strands of hairs broke and got entangled in the comb . She ignored it and just parted them from side .

She crouched down and pulled few pairs of sandles from the lower side of almirah where they were stuffed . None of them was a perfect match for the dress , so she decided to just go with a golden shoe to match her golden colour earring.

She came out of the room and saw Murad staring at her . He opened his mouth to fight her , but stared at her in surprise.

She looked mesmerising.

"Where are you going looking like this?"he asked her feeling jealous.

"The place is called , none of your business. Ammi , abbu I will be a bit late . Please don't wait for me for dinner" She told them.

"Okay , keep us informed " her father told her and she gave a nod while hanging a bag from her shoulder.

It belonged to her mother , but matched her dress.

"Do you want me to drop you?" Murad asked , but she just walked away ignoring him.

She closed the door and got downstarirs to get an auto to reach there , but was surprised when she saw the a porshe down there . Little boys of the colony were clicking it's photo from the sides.

She was about to walk away but her phone rang again and she picked it up knowing it was Fawad.

"Where are you going ? Get inside the car" He told her .

"Car?" She was confused.

"The porshe which you stared at , just a few minutes ago" Fawad said.

"You are here?" She turned her head around and walked towards the car . As soon as she walked , the black window of the car was lifted down revealing Fawad.

"Hello" She greeted with awkwardness still not leaving her heart .

She didn't knew if she was over dressed , or underdressed . She knew nothing .

"Hello . Now get inside the car" he ordered . Safia was about to sit in front , but the driver just pointed towards the backseat. She noticed someone sitting beside the driver seat just now , so she opened the door of the backseat and sat inside right beside Fawad.

"Ready to go to the party ?" Seth who was sitting on the front seat asked her and as soon as she stared at Seth, a feeling of awkwardness vanished from her heart. He felt kinder than any of them.

Fawad noticed how she instantly relaxed in his presence.

"You are also going?" She asked.

"Ofcourse. Afterall I am the party host" he told her.

"Soo how is your day going so far?" Seth asked as they soon got indulged in a full conversation.

Seth cracked a few jokes making her laugh . He wanted to make her relax knowing that meeting so many unknown people can be a bit frustrating. Fawad knitted his eyebrow at that.

"You are very funny Mr Seth Siddiqui" She laughed.

"Call me Seth" Seth told her.

"Seth?"

"Yes . Don't be this formal" Seth told her and she gave a slight smile and nodded .

That was the last string of patience Fawad had. He didn't liked how the whole time Safia was talking with Seth.

"Seth , I am afraid I suddenly remembered something" Seth turned his head around to hear his cousin out.

"And what is that?"

"You wanted to take that rescued to hospital right?" Fawad asked because it was the only quick excuse he could think of for pushing Seth out of the car.

"Huh? No I will take her tomorrow"

"Tomorrow would be too late . You know right , if a person is sick , even one day is a lot for them to bear" Fawad suggested , hoping that he would finally get lost.

"True, so can you handle the party for sometime while I am away? I will be late" Seth requested and Fawad pretended to think for a while.

"Sure" he was happy that his plan worked and the driver stopped the car on the side and Seth got down of the car to go and take that girl to a doctor .

Safia was slightly sad but didn't let it showcase on her face and silently sat in the car. Fawad just silently stared at her , and then his eyes fell on her sandle which looked worn off.

'It won't work' He thought.

"Stop the car in front of Seira" Fawad ordered the driver .

"Oh okay sir" The driver stopped the car in front of the mall.

The luxurious mall emanated elegance with its sleek glass facade illuminated by soft, ambient lighting. Palm trees or ornate landscaping might frame the entrance, while valet attendants stand ready to assist. The exterior exudes sophistication, inviting shoppers into a world of opulence and indulgence.

Fawad got out of the car and then walked towards the door where Safia was seated and opened the door.

"The party is here?" She asked while brushing her hair off behind her neck to adjust them.

"No, we are here to get you a sandle" Fawad told her

"I-I don't need them" She retorted while looking at her own sandles. They were worn off , but didn't look that bad.

"I don't remember asking for your opinion. Now follow me . Because I can always call Rudhra , to take you shopping and you won't like it" hearing the warning Safia quietly followed him .

As soon as Fawad walked inside the mall , everyone quickly shifted their gazes from the other customers and paid the attention towards him.

"How can I help you sir?" One lady quickly came in his view.

"I need a matching pair of sandle for her Maira" Fawad told the lady .

"Who?" She asked looking at the side , and Fawad stared at his side realising she wasn't there.

He turned around to look for her , but found her standing behind his back , to protect herself from all the judgy looks she was getting from others.

He stared at her and realised her problem.

"Maira, empty the mall till the time we are here" He ordered and without questioning him the lady quickly walked away to empty it . She was the owner of this place afterall.

Safia didn't knew the reason for this action so decided to stay quiet afterall , it was her first day meeting this man .

"Now, be by my side and follow me to the shop" He told Safia as he casually stared at the people leaving the mall.

He started walking and Safia quietly followed him on the side. He stopped near a shop . He then walked inside and she followed. He turned to look at both sides staring at all sorts of slippers.

"Sit there" he told her gesturing towards the chair .

He looked around for around one minute and came with 5 sandle boxes of the same colour .

"Remove your shoe" He ordered and she did. Her toe had cuts due to the shoe bites she got.

He stared at it and Safia got embarrassed thinking he would crack a remark but he didn't utter a single word. He himself did hardwork and knew that if a person remains committed towards their job , which requires solid labour work , they won't most likely be able to take care of themselves.

He silently crouched down and she quickly backed away her feet , but he just held it in his hand placing his other palm under it . He then checked the shoes to see which one will fit her.

"Mr Fawad !" She gasped. And the people of the shop were confused too.

But Fawad just ignored the gazes, and slowly pushed a sandle on her feet making sure it doesn't hurt her. Without realising , Safia's heart started to beat fast at this action of the man in front of her . She could almost feel as if she was some Desi version of Cindrella , as he placed the sandle in her feet like a gentleman.

'Calm down Safia ! Don't take any wrong ideas ! Maybe he is just feeling kind today' She calmed herself down.

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"Mrs Z would love to see this" The girl smirked proudly watching this scene take place from the other side of the shop , hiding behind 2 shelves.

To be continued...

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There goes another chapter ! Although it isn't the best out there , but hope you liked it 🤧 I just didn't felt like writing anything today , so I couldn't do my best in this.