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Sitting in his cabin Haider was looking towards her with a pained expression who was engrossed in her work without any care of her surroundings.
"Meri gudiya apna har kam dil laga kar karti hai"the older man said who was sitting in front of him staring at her with adoration filled eyes.
(My doll does every work wholeheartedly)
Haider was unable to understand how he was calling her his daughter when her father died years ago.
"acha chalo ab kuch business ki baat ho jae waisa bhi main busy insan hun"he said laughing a little.
(Okay now let's talk about some business I am very busy person)
"Main chahata hun tum hamara hotel khud visit karo"he said in a serious tone making him gulp.
(I want you to personally visit our hotel)
"Of course sir main personally visits karun ga project shuru hona sa pehla"he replied making him smile.
(Of Course sir I'll personally visit your hotel before starting the project)
They were in the middle of their discussion when a soft voice spoke from behind, making him freeze.
"Baba jaldi karain na mujha ghar jana hai"she whined lightly, her voice was low ,her face was a little sad yet emotionless.
(Dad please do your work fast I want to go home)
"Chalta hain meri gudiya waisa bhi hamara kam ho gya hai" That man smiled caressing her hairs lovingly, he then turned his attention towards him who was still in daze.
(Ok my doll lets go our work is finished anyway)
"Mr Ali hum phir hotel main milain ga"he said forwarding his hand for him to shake.
(Mr Ali we will meet you in the hotel than)
"It was a pleasure meeting you Mr Baig"he said shaking his hand eyeing her who was looking down the whole time.
and with that they went out his eyes followed her seeing her fading figure he gulped down his tears closing his eyes like he was trying to stop the pain that was breaking his heart.
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"meri gudiya kya kar rahi hai"Ikram Baig said to her who was gazing at the sky sitting on the cold stairs.
(What my doll is doing)
"kuch nahi baba"she replied smiling lightly.
(Nothing dad)
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Alhambra(الحمرا)
Short StoryA book dedicated to short stories. Pictures and poetry used in this book is not mine credit goes to the rightful owner