Farjaad Khan, a driven and accomplished 27-year-old workaholic who wears the CEO title with pride.
Umeed Pasha, a 24-year-old force to be reckoned with as the CEO of Pasha Trades.
In the bustling world of high-stakes business, two rivals find themse...
Farjaad, equally puzzled, checked the room details. "Nahi, yahan toh likha hai 'one king sized bed. Are you kidding me?"
Their fatigue was momentarily forgotten as the reality sank in—there were also no big enough sofas in the room, or even extra blanket.
Umeed, arms crossed, voiced her disbelief. "Ye toh bilkul bewaqoofi hai. Baghair pooche yeh kaise faisla kar sakte hain ki shaadi shuda couple aik bed share karenge?"
Farjaad, feeling the weight of exhaustion, replied, "Aap ko andaza hai aap kitni ahmaq baat kar rahi hain?"
Umeed, however, wasn't ready to let it go. "Kon aise kamre design karta hai? Main aapke saath bed share nahi kar rahi, Farjaad."
Farjaad was offended by her tone now, as she said that with complete disgust. "Mujhe bhi koi shoq nahi hai aapke sath sonay ka? Ye suite aapke hi walidein ne book kia tha Madam."
"Main nahi jaanti kuch, aap apna bandobas karein" She said.
Farjaad sighed, realizing the impending disagreement. "Umeed, hum yahan aik haftay ke liye aye hain, Isse barra masla na banaye toh behtar hoga. Mujhe receptionist ko call karne do, main isse sort out kar leta hoon."
Dialing the reception, Farjaad explained the situation and requested an additional room. The response on the other end, however, shattered their hopes.
"Saray rooms booked hain? Ye kaisa mazak hai?" Farjaad muttered into the phone, disbelief written on his face.
Umeed, growing increasingly frustrated, crossed her arms. "Kis Qism ka Hotel hai ye jahan rooms available nahi? Kya bakwas hai yaar."
Farjaad, now negotiating with the receptionist, tried to keep his composure.
"Fine, we'll manage somehow." He ended the call.
"Kya matlab manage? Apne dimagh main kisi kism ke ideas nahi layein, Farjaad Khan Bahadur." Umeed said in a threatening tone.
Farjaad looked at Umeed with a tired sigh. "Woh humein aik aur room nahi de sakte. Sab kamre booked hain. Humain kisi tarah adjust parega."
With slight hesitance in his voice, he continued, "Dekhein, Aur koi option nahi hai aur mere andr himmat bhi nahi hai ab, Mujhe neend arahi hai aur main iss bed par sou raha hoon. You're either welcome to share the bed with me ya phir bethi rahein. Aapki marzi."
Umeed was fuming, but she didn't have that much of an energy left either. She looked at the bed longingly and how Farjaad was getting comfortable on and decided she would not deprive herself of this luxury. She marched towards the bed.
As they settled into their respective sides of the bed, the room held an awkward tension that begged for resolution.
Umeed, still somewhat guarded, couldn't resist a final jab. "Agar mujhe apne taraf ek bhi ungli mehsoos hui, Farjaad, toh main apne kickboxing skills istemaal karne se guraez nahi karungi."
Farjaad, now mildly irritated, retorted, "Aapko lagta hai jaise main aapke personal space ka dushman hoon. Trust me, mujhe aapke 'territory' mein koi dilchaspi nahi hai."
They exchanged glares, each silently challenging the other to violate the imposed boundaries. The room, a battleground of exhaustion and stubbornness, seemed to amplify their bickering.
Umeed scoffed, "Jo bhi ho, actions speak louder than words."
Farjaad, crossing his arms, replied, "Aap mujhe ek misaali roommate paengi, Umeed. Shab bakhair."
The hmph that followed was synchronized, a symphony of mutual annoyance. They faced opposite directions. Sleep gradually engulfed them, the lingering bickering softened into a background hum.
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The soft rays of the morning filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow on the room. Sometime in the night, the space between both of them ceased to exist. Their faces were now only inches apart, their knees slightly touching.
The sound of birds chirping and noises of people walking out in the hallway got louder, stirring awake Farjaad and Umeed.
Warm breathes felt on their faces caused them to properly open their eyes in confusion. Their faces were unexpectedly close, Umeed's hand rested on top of Farjaad's. The realization of the proximity sent a jolt through both of them.
For a fleeting moment, time seemed to pause as they froze, their eyes meeting in an unspoken acknowledgment of the intimate closeness.
In an instant, they both recoiled, scrambling to put distance between them. Umeed, her cheeks flushed, hastily ran towards the bathroom, leaving Farjaad to deal with the unexpected flutter in his chest.
Farjaad, trying to regain composure, muttered to himself, "Calm down, bas halki si closeness thi. Koi itni bari baat nahi hai."
Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Umeed splashed cold water on her face, attempting to shake off the lingering awkwardness. She quickly got ready for the day, determined to put the morning's accidental intimacy behind her.
Farjaad, now at the edge of the bed, carefully avoided eye contact as he picked out clothes for the day. The air in the room held a residual tension, both desperately trying to forget the awkward encounter that made their heartbeat race for reasons unknown. The best solution is to pretend that it did not happen at all.
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Farjaad stood in the hotel lobby, meticulously reviewing the packed schedule Arzoo Pasha had planned for their day in Kyoto. He glanced over his shoulder every so often, anticipating Umeed's arrival to kickstart their day of exploration.
Focused on the schedule once again, Farjaad didn't notice Umeed stepping out until he looked up, and time seemed to slow down. She was a vision in her cute off-white sweater paired with a matching scarf, adorned with a beige reefer coat that gracefully complemented her brown baggy pants and off-white boots. The ensemble was completed with a stylish brown handbag.
Farjaad, momentarily caught off guard, found himself in a stance, admiring the sight before him. Umeed looked effortlessly pretty, and what captivated him the most was her hair—the curtain bangs styled perfectly, framing her face in a way that seemed almost ethereal.
For a moment, he was silent, appreciating the unexpected visual. Clearing his throat, Farjaad finally spoke, "Well, we are finally prepared to explore Kyoto. Schedule kaafi packed hai, jaldi chalein toh behtar hoga."
Umeed, seemingly unaware of the pause, nodded, "Bilkul! Agar ammi ke schedule ki aik bhi cheez nahi ki toh humari hifazat sirf Allah hi karsakte hain"
As they embarked on their adventure, the enchanting landscapes of Kyoto, its culture richness and great history thoroughly fascinated the pair. Japan is a country filled with interesting knowledge about the place.
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Hello! I'm aware the update is late, I was bombarded with college work, got sick and rewrote the chapter because I was unsatisfied with the draft. Hope the chapter made the wait worth it?
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