In The Midst Of Serendipity

|Chapter 11|It's Already Fated

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Shah Zain's POV (Edited)
Ahh! My head is aching badly right now. The overall work pressure had demanded more than enough time off me that I couldn't even spare one minute for me. It's been almost three weeks exactly since the company has signed the partnership with Barzan Malik. Since then, the work load is too much. New members means new policies and new work schedule.

Everyone has to be on their best and since it's the end of the year, the work load is very much. We had to clear all our orders before the new year so we can start the new year with new hope and new agendas. I have strictly ordered everyone in the company to be on their toes every moment. It's currently 1 in the morning and I'm still stuck here.

Aaban and Salar had already left since they don't want to waste their night burying their nose in paper work like me. They both even taunted me saying

"The one who said that when will I have fun in my life is now busy burying his nose in the paper work itself. The irony of the situation."

I know I sound like a total hypocrite right now. They were my words exactly but since the time I joined the company, I understand that I was into it before I even realize it. I liked this office environment. I love the feeling of it. I don't know. Maybe my mind is preoccupied these days that's why I'm thinking like this.

I was about to open another file when my phone went off. It was mama. I took a deep breath and finally attended the call mentally preparing myself to hear an hour long lecture
"Beta, it's too late. Where are you?"
I sighed and answered as matter of fact

"I'm in the office, mama working."

I hear her displeased sighing from the other end. After a while she spoke again

"Beta, please come home. Don't overwork yourself."

I respected her worry towards me. But work is also important. I tried to convince her

"But mama I had alot of work pending. Let me finish it and I'll come home straight."

I really hope she agrees. But who am I talking about? She's Zohra Mir. If I'm stubborn than she is four times more stubborn than me. She spoke in a strict motherly tone

"Shah Zain Mir, you are coming straight to home leaving all your work right now, is that clear?"

Dang! I have no way out. I sighed heavily and agreed since I know talking would be futile

"Ok, I understood. I'm coming home."

She hummed and hang up the phone. I put my phone in my pants pocket and closed the laptop. I stood up and grabbed my coat before exiting the office...
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I carefully opened the main door and entered inside. The living area was dimly lit and the other areas were obviously dark. There was only one light on which was shining from the kitchen. I sighed and made my way to the kitchen.

I poured myself a glass of water and chugged it down in one go. As I placed the glass on the counter, I heard mama's voice from behind

"So, my dear son finally decided to come home."

I turned around and winced at the iciness in her voice. She was glaring at me and asked me once again her voice was sharp and edgy

"Do you know what time is it?"

I made a guilty face and muttered lowly

"It's 2 in the morning, I guess.."

Mama shook her head with utter disappointment and started to lecture me