Zain and Hoorain were in the bed, Zain was hugging her from behind firmly, not letting her go as her eyes were closed to sleep.
“Hoorain…” He hummed, leaning down to her ear.
“Hmm?” She hummed back, not opening her eyes.
“Your smile is so beautiful….” He murmured, kissing on her neck, plopping on his elbow and looking at her in mesmerization.
“Thank you.” She giggled, staring back at him.
“I want your smile to remain forever, I want to do everything I can for you.” He whispered, kissing the back of her palm.
“You are doing everything for me already.” She whispered, shifting to face him, cupping her cheek in her palm.
“Much more than I already do.” He added softly.
“You don’t have to exert yourself. You are doing great.” She said, caressing his cheeks.
“You think so?” He asked vaguely.
“Yes. I do.” With a grin, she nodded.
“Glad to know…” With a growing smile, he whispered, rubbing random patterns with his thumb on her palm.
“So, tell me where do you want to go?” He asked.
“I don’t know. Shimla? The last time I was there was five years ago.” She said, shrugging her shoulders.
“Sure. You won’t run away then.” He smirked, biting his bottom lip out of seductively, scanning her body.
“Zain. We are going there to have fun.” She blushed, averting her gaze.
“That is exactly what I said.” His smirk grew wider.
“The fun of going out.” She added.
“My part was also fun. You love it, Dear.” He whispered, leaning down to kiss her but she put her index finger in the middle.
“You know what? Your mind is full of concupiscence. Empty it.” She giggled, turning her head away but shifted on top of her.
“On you?” He asked temptingly.
“Zain!” Gasping, she hit his chest, turning her head away.
“Okay, okay, you know why I do it?” He asked with a chuckle.
“No.” She furrowed her brow but laughing huskily, he lead down.
“Because I love seducing you and I know what exactly increases your impulses. What drives you insane.” He said, increasing her heart rate.
Pressing his lips slowly in a brief kiss before leading to her ear, “Empty your mind to the point only I remain there.”
With a suppressed laugh, he kissed her neck, moving down to her collar bone.
“I was under your spell for a long time. What else do you expect?” She giggled, poking his cheek.
“To enhance this intoxication. To live with me at this moment.” He said, intertwining their fingers before fading into the moment of ecstasy.
“To the extreme.”
***
“Zain, could you torch this Crème brûlée?” His Senior called before going out.
“Sure.” He flashed a smile before helping him.
“There you go.”
“Thanks, Man.” He patted his back and continued to work.
In his free time, he called Hoorain.
“Hey, Dear.” He said, leaning on the counter.
“Hey, how are you?” She replied, watching TV with Aima.
“I am fine. I wanna tell you, I have submit the application for leave-”
He was about to tell her to pack up for their honeymoon but another voice called him.
“Zain.”
“Yeah?” He asked.
“The manager is calling you.” He said nonchalantly.
“Me? Okay. I will talk to you later, Bye.” He said happily and cut the call, going out to see.
“Yes, Sir?” He asked gallantly, holding his hand at his back.
“Our customer complained they found a hair in their desert and it is not possible because Tahir is bald.” Manager said and he arched a brow in perplexity.
“So what do I have to do with anything?” He asked.
“You torched it.” Manager said,
“That doesn’t mean it’s me. I just torched,” He said, making a sour face.
“You helped me in making it.” Tahir added, folding his arms, feeling bad for Zain.
“Can I see?” Zain asked,taking a closer look at the hair found.. Outside of the dish.
“It's brown, Sir. Come on, I have black hair. It’s not me.” Zain reasoned, frowning.
“So you are saying, I did it? Don’t you know the customer is always right?” The lady argued, glaring at Zain.
“No, Ma’am. I am saying it’s not me.” Zain replied calmly, under apprehend what it has anything to do with him when it’s not his hair.
“Oh, then I am wrong. I am doing this, right? You mean like this.” She continued, scolding him.
“I humbly apologize but Ma’am this is a light brown hair. Look at mine. They are raven, I don’t even have a beard.” Zain reasoned.
He grew a beard for his wedding and shaved it instantly because his work doesn’t allow it.
“So what!? Are you saying I have light brown hair and it’s mine?” She shouted, slamming her hand on the table.
“I didn’t mean-” Zain was about to say softly but Tahir put his hand on his shoulder.
“Zain.” He motioned to him to stay quiet.
“But, Sir?” Zain reasoned, not knowing what hostility she is taking on him.
“We are sorry, Madam.” Manager said, bowing a little.
“What kind of worker do you have!? He doesn’t even know how to cook huh?” She shouted, degrading him in front of everyone.
“It was not me-” Zain tried to reason but Tahir tightened his grip.
“Zain. Don’t.”
Zain realized what it was all about which brought a scowl on his face but he looked away, curling his hands in a fist.
“I am so done with this! I don’t even want to see this man here again.” She enunciated, folding her arms, earning gasps from them.
“Madam, please don’t say this. I take account on Zain’s behalf.” The Manager said, feeling pity for Zain having no fault.
“Why would you, Sir, when I did nothing? When she is lying?” Zain reasoned angrily, glaring at her.
“I am the daughter of the owner of this place! How dare you argue with me? You know what? You are so done.” She growled, hating how dare he speak against her.
“Mada-” Tahir tried to speak but she announced.
“Fire him.”
“What?” They blinked, not believing she was taking advantage of her authorities.
“Fire him. Right now.” She repeated.
“You can’t be serious. Why would I? For a damn brat?” Zain laughed dryly, hating her demeanor because this was straight harassment.
“You hear what he called me?” She faked a gasp.
“Zain-” Tahir called but he lost his mind.
“No, Sir. If she is the owner’s daughter or whoever, she doesn’t have the right to misjudge or disrespect my work.” He hissed, curling his hands in a fist to refrain from speaking anything wrong.
“You know how much I have struggled for it.”
“I know, Son. That is why-” Manager tried to call but she spoke again.
“Are you firing him or should I fire all three of you?” She smirked victoriously and fed by her constant bully, Manager spoke up.
“I can’t do injustice. I won’t do it.” He was ready to leave the job but not fire Zain for something he didn’t do.
“Fine-” She was about to speak but zain cut her off.
“No, It’s okay. I don’t want to bring you guys trouble.” He sighed, taking off his hat, the pride of his flairs, his deepest wish with a heavy heart.
Putting it on the table he looked up with a burning gaze.
“And you.” Scowling, he pointed his index finger in contempt, “Go to hell.”
And he left furiously without hearing her further words.
Cursing under his breath, he took off his apron and walked out of the back door, running his hand in his hair out of distress.
Swearing, he kicked the wall, unsure what to tell his family about it as tears began to brim in his eyes with trembling lips.
How people judged him, how she humiliated him in front of everyone left a deep scar on his mind.
“Zain.” Tahir’s voice called, coming after him.
“Sir?” He asked, wiping his eyes to wipe the tears.
“What have you done? It’s her habit to pinch fresh comers and fire anyone who dares to go against her.” He said softly, coming to him.
“So what!? I come here to work respectfully because it is my ambition not to submit to someone’s bully.” He responded angrily, resting his hand on his waist.
“You are right but you have to understand, that woman will stain your name. No other hotel will accept you after this.” He reasoned, knowing she held a firm power.
“I will go to Udaipur.” He reasoned.
“You are not understanding. You could never get a job even in a three star hotel here.” He sighed, shaking his head.
“Why!? What kind of dictatorship is this?” He hissed, losing his forbearance.
“It is going to be a big scandal now. She will do the worst to you.” He breathed out.
“That woman can go to hell.” He growled, raising his voice as a tear fell on his cheek.
“I won’t let anyone interfere with my dreams! I dreamt of this job, of this career. I won’t lose by the hands of some rich imbecile.” He almost cried but refrained himself, turning his head away.
“And what about your family?” He asked sadly but he took a deep breath.
Trying to collect some words but to no avail and hit the wall again, knowing he is caught in a scandal, “Dammit!”