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Dawood rushed outside his office, following behind Kabani, still in a state of shock. This day couldn't get any worse for him. While coming to Pakistan with all the enthusiasm, he didn't know he'd have to face such surprises.

Golden meadow limited, the company he had build up to be this big to have it's opening in Pakistan two years ago. He had worked day and night to become the independent businessman he was today. Although, his father had his company, Quik flo limited, to which Dawood was the single heir, however, he wanted to do something on his own hard work which led to his own business world.

Now, his father was near the age of retiring, so he had decided to merge his company with his son's company and give him all his shares. The partner to the company, Kabani's father had been his father's best friend since childhood and they had put the foundation of this company together. Dawood and Kabani had been great buddies when young, however when Kabani's family shifted back to Pakistan, they both got busy in their work lives and couldn't stay in contact.

The reason Dawood had come to Pakistan, was to equally divide the company's shares among himself and Kabani since he deserved them as much as him. He had to check up on his company too and get done with the paper works himself, and was excited to meet his childhood buddy after so long. He wasn't much of a social person, and was more of a reserved person. Therefore, Kabani was his only most close friend he ever had.

He wasn't expecting to be treated as just a mere dealer by him. Kabani seemed to have been a completely different person, unlike his old jolly self. Not knowing how to deal with the changed behaviour, Dawood also had to act professional with him. Dawood was ready to give up all the company's shares to him seeing him disagree on the dividend, but he started stating weird light bulbs examples causing him to get confused and slowly lose his cool. To mess up things further, Hoor slid in the already heavy atmosphere, turning it upside down.

"Mr. Kabani." He found him standing near the counter still inside the building, looking at his watch. "I apologize for the earlier encounter. Ac-"

"You expect for me to accept your apology after being treated like a tapkane wala object?" He sarcastically chuckled, as Dawood felt sweat forming on his forehead. "I..I understand that-" he paused looking at Kabani breaking into fits of laughter.

"Okay, this is too much fun but I can't do this anymore. Look at your face, dude. Chill out." He placed a hand on Dawood's shoulder, the toothy grin not leaving his face. "My acting skills have improved a lot, no?" Dawood released the breath he was holding, staring at him. "You scared the crap out of me."

"Sorry, dude. You know, pranks and I can never get tired of each other." Kabani hugged him still laughing at his scared face. Dawood knitted his brows, giving him a dissatisfied look. Oh, how he wished to throw him out of the building as Hoor had suggested.

"I'm gonna get my revenge this time." He playfully punched his stomach lightly, internally thanking God. Such a messed up situation it felt a moment ago. Deciding to catch up on the deal by the weekend, Kabani took his leave since the weather was turning darker indicating a heavy downpour, so he left not before teasing Dawood about the girl as his someone special.

Hoor on the other hand left the washroom after washing up her hand and stained clothes. Anger was still rushing through her nerves, why did he scold her and ran behind that light bulb when she taught him a good lesson. Dono ko khirki se neeche tapkana chahiye! Ungrateful men.

As she was walking back towards the secretary's office mumbling angrily under her breath, she saw him walking out of the lift with a small smile playing on his lips.

"B for besharam hi nahi B for badtameez bhi hain aap tou." She folded her arms catching his attention, standing in front of his office door. It took him a moment to realize what she meant, as he gave her a troubled look. Was she angry because he told her to lock her mouth and silently sit down earlier? Since the matter was solved, and she didn't actually mess up anything, he was relieved.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude to you earlier, I was just shaken up by the sudden unexpected events taking place." Rubbing the back of his neck, he gave her an apologetic look. She was startled by his words. She had never even apologized for shouting so much on him, and he didn't even actually say something displeasing.

"Uh, you weren't rude though. You are making me feel like the badtameez one now." She mumbled, looking away.

"No, I didn't mean that in any way. Well, I guess it's just the way you always react to things. It's good to be straight-forward, but I think you should also consider the situation and the aftereffects of your words...for your own good." He tried to put his words as politely as possible, while Hoor stood there with lost eyes. This was the first time someone wasn't scolding her for having a big mouth, but explaining it in a good way. "Anyways," Not getting any response, he decided to change the topic before he gets a lecture from her, "It's almost lunch break. You must be hungry, let's go to eat."

"Agar aap larki hote na, tou iss baat pe gaal pe aik chummi deni thi mai ne apko!" She exclaimed getting out of her thoughts, as he was fully taken aback by her careless words. Was that on asking about food?

"Do you ever think before speaking?" He gave her a horrified look, getting his flustered self together.

"Zahir hai. Dimagh mai pehle baat ati hai phir hi zubaan se nikalti hai na." She answered with full confidence, but soon gave a confused look. "But dil se bhi tou baat hoti hai. Mind thinks, heart feels, mouth speaks! That's it's job, and I take full use of it Mr." She folded her arms, proudly.

"No, actually I take that back." Sighing, he pressed the lift button as it opened. "Can you ever even say something sensible?" He restated his question, as they walked inside it, with her trailing beside him with senseless answers, but he couldn't help but pay full attention to them with a shake of head and a silent chuckle.

The sound of the raindrops hitting the ground had her ears perked up, as she ran outside the building, her eyes sparkling with delight. She loved rain.

Dawood, slowly followed behind, with an upset look, finding it irritant. He hated rain.

Without much thought, she ran under the rain. She would always play with the village children whenever it would rain there. The feeling of pleasure and fun to get wet in rain was love. However, for him it was utterly annoying and stupid. Why would someone enjoy getting wet under the rain? What fun was it?

He called for his assistant to bring an umbrella, pulling a face at the sight of her jumping and enjoying in the rain, not caring about getting wet. She really is a weird creature. His eyes grew double the size as she hopped her way towards him with a knowing look as he shook his head stepping back. There was no way he would side with her in this foolishness. But, it was too late as she pushed him from his back, until he was out of the shade, under the pouring sky, with her laughing and splashing the small droplets with her hands on his wet figure, now standing like a dead statue there.

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"Moun saarna hai apna?" Hoor exclaimed as he was about to slurp in a spoonful of the hot soup.

(Saarna: Jalana/burn🙂)

"Phook maar ke piyein." She blew on air, telling him to do so as he frowned.

"We shouldn't blow on food. It gets-"

"Acha sahi hai. Na karein!" She put her palm forward to stop him from giving any lecture. Rolling his eyes, he sipped onto it, and scrunched up his nose.

"Why is it so salty?" Tasting it again, he let out.

"Thoosein ab mujhe nahi pata, itni mehnat se banaya hai mai ne!" She threw her dupatta on her shoulder, pouting, and made her way towards the door, leaving him with a salty soup and a cute scowl on his face.

Well, whose fault was it that he caught a cold?

"Nakhre hi nahi khatam hote..." She kept speaking while shutting his room's door as he gave her a surprised look. Guess, he had no choice but to drink up this salty soup to be on the safe side. He sneezed again, blowing on his nose. Gosh, this was bad.

Hoor counted the small marbles in the decoration piece placed on the coffee table, feeling bored. Why did he have to get sick? Such a nazuk jaan. He didn't even get that wet.

She couldn't even ask him to play Ludo with her like yesterday, as he had surprisingly left his work to give her company, because she whined about getting bored. She decided to check up on him, making her way towards his room.

"Yes mama. I'm fine." He replied in his throaty voice, but his mother's worry increased knowing how her son needs special care and attention whenever he would catch a cold, being very sensitive to those. He coughed again, clearing his throat, and moving the phone back to his ear.

"I just miss you. I want to lay down on your lap while you thap thap my head as you always do when I get sick." He croaked out on the phone as a sudden voice interrupting had him straighten up on the bed, wide-eyed.

"Kahein tou mai thap thap kardun head?" She had her head popped in through the door, saying in a mellow tone with a teasing smirk on her face.

He broke into another fits of cough going all red, as he cut the call with his confused mother now worried by the sudden act. She thought she heard a girl's voice from the other side, since Dawood had not mentioned about her to his mother, yet. He did mention to his dad about her, but preferred keeping it from his mom, knowing her nature well. Ignoring the idea, she messaged him to ask if he had medicine since he didn't look like he could talk with that sore throat.

While Hoor rushed inside the room, pouring a glass of water for him, concerned. He still wasn't used to this big mouth of hers or what? She did not say something as offensive. Gulping down the glass, he glowered at her as she bit on her lip, looking around.

"Were you eavesdropping on me?" His voice was still hoarse due to the coughing. She quickly shook her head from left to right.

"No, nahi tou. Mai tou bas....haal chaal poochne aa rahi thi tou galti se sun liya mai ne." Her dramatic hand movements increased as she blabbered. "Wese apni ammi se baat kar rahe the aap?"

He continued glaring at her, which she found really cute as he slouched back on the bed in his position, humming a small response. His throat felt dry again, as he extended his arm to grab the jug but Hoor beat him to it immediately grabbing and pouring it.

He murmured a small 'Thank you' as she decided to leave the shy man.

"By the way," she stood by the open door, holding the handle, turning her head around, "Kitne cute bete hain aap wese." The water sprinted out of his mouth, as he once again jolted up on the bed, while Hoor shut the door running away while giggling.

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"Watch me!" He hit his fist on the table, with a determined expression.

Apparently, he had taken an off from office as per his mother's demand. His dad had sent the transferring documents and he just had to retrieve them and get done with the signing process to be done with his work here. However, he had another important task too now which he was taking care of secretly, Hoor. He had promised to look for a safe escape for her and he would definitely do that.

Right now, they were both seated on the opposite sofas of the hall, playing the very common game which was said to be stupid and useless by Dawood, but can anyone change Hoor's mind?

If she decided she wanted to play Truth and Dare, she made him oblige and play with her with a taunt, 'you're scared you won't be able to do my given dares?'

"Jo g for garajte hain, wo b for baraste nahi!" She gave him a challenging look, as he rolled the sleeves of his shirt up.

"Acha, phir tou aap hamesha hi garajti rehti hain, H for Hoor sahiba." He backfired on her.

"Lekin phir mai barasti bhi hu. Aise hi P for patakha nahi kehte mujhe." Passing him a glare, they had the stare contest for a while.

"Aj mai bhi phir baras ke dikhata hun apko." Dawood finally decided to get up and get done with the dare. Which was kneading dough. So typical of Hoor!

"If it isn't fluffy, you're out!" She followed behind him, excited. She was sure he's going to end up being a flour mess himself, that was how she ended up the first time too.

"I'm quite a competitive person. I'm going to prove you wrong, Miss Hoor." He got the supplies with a motivated appearance. "Wait a second. I think my phone's ringing." Dashing towards his room, he hurriedly opened a youtube tutorial to learn how to do the task as Hoor waited for him near the counter, oblivious.

Fifteen minutes later, the counter was a mess with a white floured hair Dawood and floured hands of Hoor, as her laugh resonated in the hall. He would've neatly and perfectly performed the task if not for Hoor throwing a handful of dry flour on his head out of nowhere. She used her hand to wipe her face, as the flour got applied on her face as well.

Both broke into another fits of laughter, looking at each other. His hair was all white, and her cheeks had flour on them without her knowing. This was a mess. Soon, their laughter died down, silence hovering over the precious moment.

"I don't care, I won." Dawood held the small ball of dough he had kneaded.

"Yeah okay. I'm impressed. You'd be a helpful spouse." She complimented, slightly feeling sly, as he coughed cleaning his hands. "May I go wash this mess you've made?" He pointed at his hair, making her giggle.

"Sure. After one more round." She teased making him whine.

"Gosh! It'll be a truth now please." He was done with her crazy dares now. "Okay okay!" She shut her right eye, thinking of a question to ask.

"Tell me one thing that you like about me!" She asked with a glint of playfulness in her eyes, not expecting any compliment coming her way after all she'd literally been a headache in this man's life.

"You show me lots of crazy fun things that bring my inner personality out and that's what I love about you." He genuinely answered, staring into her dark brown orbs, with a smile on his face. She felt heat rush to her cheeks, as her hand rose up to pull the strands of her hair behind her ear, with a sly grin plastered on her face. That was it. This guy is a literal gem!

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/Author's Note\

Uh, so shall we add some chaahat masala now? 👀🙂

Hoor: So the winner is H for who?

Y'all: Hum!💁‍♀️🙊

Hoor: *frowns*

Anyways, so.....

How was the chapterrrr!?👀🌝

Spicy enough? Or should I add more mirchi? 🌶️

Lolololol- 🐒

Dawood needs some sweets now😚 beechara beemar ho gaya pehle hi!🤧

But let's see what Hoor gets him!💁‍♀️

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Y'all gotta wait to see what is in store for them next;

(cuz the story is reaching it's climax soon🤤)

Take care!🥀

Ps. A lovely reader made a cute edit for Hoor, Thankyou!✨

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TOD hit 10k reads!?🤧🥺😭

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