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AUTHOR'S POV:

"What do you mean the prices of shares are dropping?!!" Shayan yelled at his private secretary. Shayan had a deep-seated connection with the company, which had come into his possession through inheritance.

Unlike many who had to claw their way up the ladder through sheer determination. The company had a reputation for consistently generating significant annual revenue, leading to a comfortable lifestyle that most could only dream of.

However, for Shayan, this success was never quite sufficient. He had an unquenchable appetite for more—more wealth, more influence, and more accolades.

Instead of appreciating what he had inherited, he constantly sought greater heights, chasing success like a mirage in the desert, always just out of reach. The more he got, the more he wanted.

Not only this, he was involved in illegal stuff. Human organ trafficking, drug smuggling, and many more. He was using Waniya for the same. He had already seen and analyzed the potential her brand - Zeeniya holds.

Zeeniya is worth millions. Not exclusively that he had been keeping a tab on Waniya's expenditures. Asunder from this brand she also owns property worth millions across the globe.

"Sir, it is because of the revenue decline," Shayan's assistant Waleed informed him. "Revenue decline?" Shayan bored his eyes into his soul, giving him a deadly stare, enough to scare the poor soul.

"Sir, the company's total income from sales has decreased over the period compared to the previous period," the assistant; Waleed said.

"And you are telling me now? My company was suffering from a revenue decline and you didn't even bother telling me!!!" He shouted at the poor soul. "Sir, I informed you last month but you were busy."

Shayan had been busy the whole previous month. Though, now he has to focus on one of his possessions, his company, to make money — enough money to satisfy his soul, well that ain't possible because for Shayan he could never get enough of the money.

"Now, what can we do to overcome this revenue decline?" Shayan questioned him. "Sir, you should call a board meeting and they can suggest," Shayan nodded.

His assistant stranded his cabin, as he knew Shayan would unalive him if had stayed there any longer. To cool his mind he picked his phone up and held it in his hand. However, the notification that popped up made him throw his phone across the room, shattering it into pieces.

"Zeeshan Baig — a new sensation for the youth."

"Get me a new phone, as soon as possible," he yelled on his landline. He was frustrated. He was so envious of Zeeshan that he could never stand his success.

A sudden plan hit the chambers of his brain and made him smirk. "Zeeshan," he chuckled.

"All I need to know is if you love Waniya or not and then the game time," Shayan smirked.

"Buy, some shares of Baig Enterprises, enough for Zeeshan to give me a visit," Shayan said on the landline to his assistant. "But, Sir the financial—," Shayan didn't let him complete. "Do what I say," he ended the conversation.

ZEESHAN'S POV:

"Zeeshan," Aahaan bhai penetrated my room. I know how rude I was the previous night to Maa, I ought to apologize to her. I had envisioned Ahaan bhai reaching to me at night only, but fortunately, he didn't. I was grateful for that. I looked at him.

"Maa ki baat manlo aur shaadi karlo," he can't be serious. (Agree on what mother is saying and get married.)

"Mujhe shaadi nhi karni," I didn't look at him. (I don't wanna get married.)

"Phele tum khete the ke Waniya se shaadi karo ga aur ab?" I had no answer to his question. (You had envisioned yourself getting married to Waniya and now?)

"She has a daughter, for god's sake, Zeeshan!" he yelled at me. "What if she's my daughter?" there is a possibility. "Dimag theek hai tumhara, ye kya bakwas karhe?"

(Are you out of your brain? Stop uttering rubbish.)

"Bhai-"

"I never had an idea you guys were serious about your relationship and still you left—" I cut his sentence. "I didn't leave her." I deadpanned.

"Zeeshan, dekho tum meri baat suno. Zarori nahi hai Ezzah tumhari hi beti ho. Woh Shayan ki beti—" How could he not understand? I can not settle with the validity that Ezzah is Shayan's daughter. She is my daughter, I just know it.

(Zeeshan, look, listen to me, Ezzah can't be your daughter—)

"Nhi hai wo Shayan ki beti!!!" I yelled. "Tum pagal hogaye. Dimag theek hai tumhara?"

(She ain't Shayan's daughter.) (You are mad. Have you lost your brain?)

"Han hogya hu pagal. Kese man jao ke wo meri beti nahi hai. Kese yakeen karlo ke Waniya Shayan...Shayan se shaadi karhi hai. Toot chuka hu main. Thak gaya hu main, bhaii," I broke down in tears.

(I have lost it. How can I convince myself to believe; Ezzah ain't my daughter. How can convince myself Waniya is getting married to Shayan. I'm tired of my life. I feel broken.)

I had never shrieked in a semblance of him. I don't desire to make my vulnerable side visible to anyone.

"Zeeshan, ager tumhe yakeen hai ke Ezzah tumhari beti hai toh jao dhondu. Itani jaldi thak gaye ho? Pyaar karte ho na Waniya se?" I looked at him.

(Zeeshan, if you think Ezzah is your daughter, go find it out! You love Waniya, don't you?)

"Saaf saaf dikhta hai tumhari ankho main," he said and took me in his embrace. "Tumhara bhai tumhare sath hai," this was all I was need in of.

(One can easily see in your eyes. You have your brother.)

"Chalo, niche ajao nashte ke liye," he broke the hug and left the room. I went to the restroom, fixed my state, and left my room. Everyone was there having breakfast.

(Come have breakfast, now.)

"Zeeshan, tabiyat theek hai. Ahaan bata raha tha tumhri tabiyat kharab hai," concern laced Maa's words. I looked at Ahaan bhai and he lightly nodded. I told her I was better and I apologized for my behavior last night.

(Zeeshan, are you feeling better? Ahaan told me you were not well?)

I was finished with my breakfast and left for school.

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"Zeeshan, are you sure about this? Everything is okay, right?" The principal questioned me.

"Yes, it has been a great experience working here, but every journey has its conclusion." I smiled at her.

"Okay then, but I am afraid to tell you that as per the school's policy, you can depart after a week," she informed me. "That would be great."

"During this transition period, I would like you to take the lead in supervising the teacher who will be joining after you.," I nodded as I had no issue with that. I stood from my seat. "See you around," I left her cabin.

In my final week of seeing Ezzah on a daily basis, I can't help but feel a deep sense of sadness at the thought of her absence. I will undoubtedly miss her presence.

The decision to leave my teaching Job was not made lightly, as it is where I find solace.

But, I find myself in a situation where I need solid evidence to confirm the relationship with Ezzah and to determine whether she is, in fact, my daughter.

This quest for clarity has become a priority for me.

I am responsible for sustaining the integrity of this organization, especially for the students who depend on it. Continuing in a position of power while handling a personal issue would be an injustice not only to myself but also to the students.

I must ensure that I act with honor and transparency during this pivotal time in my life.

"Grumpypants," I smiled at Ezzah. "Did you do homework?" I asked her. She nodded her head. "That's good. Go and sit on your seat," and she followed.

A woman in her mid-twenties entered the class. She introduced herself. She was the new teacher I had to overlook. To my surprise, the kids were cooperative with her except Ezzah but I guess it is okay.

When I was done with the school, I made my way to the office.

"What's update?" I asked as I settled myself on the chair. "Nothing much, you have a meeting in fifteen minutes with Khans," I nodded. I had almost forgotten about it. "Are the files ready?"

"Yes, sir," Obaid replied. "You may leave and bring me a coffee," he left the office.

I opened my laptop to reply to a few pending emails. An article caught my vision. "Zeeshan Baid — a sensation for the youth." Another day another article.

I was about to make a call when Ahaan bhai and Farhaan shoved themselves into my cabin. "Is it Shayan? Isn't it?" and they nodded.

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