Ibrahim stepped out of the office and sat in his cabin.
Ibrahim: “Why am I thinking about her so much?
Am I going crazy?”
A knock came at the door.
Ibrahim: “Yes, come in.”
Yahiya entered with a file in his hand.
Yahiya: “Sir, please sign this project file.
Sir Sahriar Sikander has already approved it.”
Ibrahim signed the papers and then looked at Yahiya.
Ibrahim: “Yahiya, can I ask you a question?”
On the other side, Afifa was sitting with Zimal.
Zimal: “What happened?”
Afifa: “What did you do in front of Ibrahim?”
Zimal: “What do you mean?”
Afifa: “You destroyed my aura in just one second.”
Zimal: “Did I?”
Afifa: “Ughhhhh!”
Zimal: “You scared me.”
Afifa: “I’m leaving.”
Zimal: “As you wish.”
Afifa left, muttering to herself.
After she was gone, Zimal shook her head.
Zimal: “What a stupid girl.”
Just then, she noticed a package.
Zimal: “Oh, Sahriar Sikander sent me something.”
She picked up the bag and opened it.
Inside was a black box.
A beautiful skin-colored watch rested inside, along with a handwritten letter.
”I’m leaving for an important meeting in the USA.
I may not be able to contact you for some time, so I’m sending you this watch.
Every tick of this watch will remind you of me.”
Zimal rolled her eyes.
Zimal: “What a stupid man.”
Still, she couldn’t stop staring at the watch.
Meanwhile, Sahriar Sikander and Ibrahim were preparing for their flight.
Sahriar: “Ibrahim, did you finish everything?”
Ibrahim: “Yes, sir.”
They boarded their private jet and departed.
Back at home, Zimal looked at the watch again.
Zimal: “Why did he tell me all this?”
The next day, Zimal arrived at the office.
A young woman approached her.
Woman: “Hello, Miss Zimal.
I’m Rabiya.”
Zimal: “Yes?”
Rabiya: “Sir Zaroon isn’t here today, and I have a meeting with an important client.
Could you accompany me?”
Zimal: “Alright, but I haven’t seen you before.”
Rabiya: “I’m from the IT Department, second team.
Today is my first day.”
Zimal checked her ID card and nodded.
Zimal: “Okay.
Let’s go.”
They drove to a restaurant and sat at a reserved table.
Rabiya: “Please don’t tell anyone about this meeting.”
Zimal: “Sure.”
A while later, the client arrived.
His name was Taymor.
Rabiya handled most of the discussion while Zimal occasionally gave instructions.
Suddenly, Rabiya stood up.
Rabiya: “Sir, excuse me.
I need to use the restroom.”
After she left, an awkward silence filled the table.
Then Taymor smiled.
Taymor: “Miss Zimal, I’ve heard a lot about you.”
Zimal: “Oh?
I’ve heard about you as well, sir.”
Taymor: “Are you single?”
Zimal froze.
Zimal: “What?”
Taymor: “I know I’m older than you, but my heart is still young.”
Zimal’s hands started trembling.
She wanted to leave but remembered Rabiya’s words.
”He’s a very important client.”
Taymor: “May I sit beside you?”
Zimal quickly stood up.
Zimal: “Sir, I need to use the restroom.”
She hurried away and searched for Rabiya, but she was nowhere to be found.
Her phone suddenly rang.
It was Rabiya.
Zimal: “Where are you?”
Rabiya: “I’m sorry.
Something important came up.
Can you handle the client for me?”
Zimal: “How can I do that?”
Rabiya: “Please, Miss Zimal.”
The call ended.
Zimal clenched her phone.
Then she dialed another number.
Do you miss me already?”
Zimal: “Sir, I don’t know what to do.
This client is making me uncomfortable.”
Sahriar’s voice became serious.
Sahriar: “First, calm yourself.
Then think carefully.
Maybe your decision will have consequences.
Maybe you’ll be scolded.
Maybe you’ll lose something.
But never tolerate disrespect.
It’s your life.”
Zimal closed her eyes.
Zimal: “Yes, sir.”
She ended the call.
Back at the table, Taymor smiled confidently.
Taymor: “So, Miss Zimal, what do you think?”
Zimal: “Sir, can I order something first?”
Taymor: “Of course.”
Zimal: “A black hot coffee.”
The coffee arrived within a minute.
Zimal: “Oh, it’s very hot.”
In another location, Sahriar and Ibrahim were watching through a hidden camera feed.
Ibrahim: “Sir, why did she order coffee?”
Sahriar smirked.
Sahriar: “Maybe she wants to throw it in his face.”
Ibrahim: “Sir!”
Sahriar: “Just watch.”
Back in the restaurant, Zimal suddenly stood up.
Without hesitation, she grabbed the cup and splashed the hot coffee directly onto Taymor.
Taymor: “Aaaah!”
He screamed in pain.
Zimal: “And that’s my answer.”
Sahriar burst into laughter.
Sahriar: “That’s exactly why I like her.”
Zimal turned and walked away without looking back.
Taymor glared after her.
Taymor: “I’ll make her pay for this.”
Meanwhile, Sahriar’s smile disappeared.
His eyes turned cold.
Sahriar: “Call him.”
Ibrahim: “Yes, sir.”
Sahriar: “And destroy him.”
Ibrahim: “Understood.”