Tera Deedar Hua ??? ?

✨HAPPY 2025✨

Sahir sat at his sleek, modern desk, his fingers tapping impatiently on the surface.

He had just finished interviewing a series of candidates, and frankly, none of them had impressed him.

Each one seemed more like a waste of time than someone who could contribute to the prestigious legacy of SAIYARA.

His conference call was waiting, and he felt the weight of the growing frustration.

Sighing deeply, he rubbed his temples and muttered, "This is pointless. What a waste of my time."

Just as he was about to stand up and leave for the call, Yakub, his assistant, knocked gently on the door. "Mr. Chaudhary," Yakub said, entering with a slightly hesitant look. "There's a candidate here for the interview. She's in your office right now."

Sahir's annoyance was evident. "Let her go. I don't want to do any more interviews today."

Yakub paused for a moment before speaking again, his voice earnest. "Mr. Chaudhary, I know that most candidates haven't been up to standard. But believe me, this one is different. I've seen her resume, and she's talented."

Sahir sighed again, feeling the weight of the day, but the idea of at least hearing this one out intrigued him. "Fine," he muttered, "She's the last one. If she's not worth my time, she can go too."

Yakub nodded and quickly left, and Sahir stood up from his desk, taking a few steps toward the door.

He was about to head to the conference room for his call when something stopped him.

The door to his office was slightly ajar, and through the crack, he could see a figure sitting at his desk.

The back of her head was visible, and there was something oddly familiar about her posture.

The way she sat, her focus, even the tilt of her head-Sahir paused for a moment, his heart skipping a beat.

He took several slow, deliberate steps toward the chair.

As he came into view, his breath caught in his throat.

There, sitting in front of his desk, was none other than Mubashira.

His wife.

Mubashira, completely unaware of his presence, was busy looking down at her resume, her back still facing him.

Sahir stood frozen for a few seconds, the shock of seeing her here in his office, at his fashion house, was overwhelming.

Their eyes met when she finally turned to face him, and her expression mirrored his own shock.

"Mubashira?" he asked, his voice a mix of surprise and disbelief.

Her eyes widened, and she blinked rapidly as if trying to comprehend what she was seeing. "Sahir? What... What are you doing here?" Her voice trembled as she stood up in shock.

Sahir smirked, unable to hide his amusement.

He leaned back in his chair, his gaze never leaving her. "This is my office, Miss Khan."

She froze, the realization dawning on her that her husband owned SAIYARA, the country's top fashion house.

She looked flustered, her mind racing as she tried to process the situation.