He glanced down at her resume, his eyebrows raising as he saw the impressive achievements she had listed. "You didn't know, did you?" he said softly, amused by her reaction.
Mubashira's lips parted, but no words came out.
Sahir leaned forward slightly, intrigued by her sudden shift from flustered to determined. "Fashion design, huh? What makes you choose this field? What drives you?"
For a moment, she hesitated, her heart still racing from the shock of finding him here, but she quickly gathered herself.
"Uh... I... I've always loved fashion," she finally managed, her voice shaky but steadying. "It's something I'm passionate about, and I wanted to bring my creativity to life."
Sahir's eyebrows raised in genuine interest, and he shifted his posture, clearly impressed. "Please, elaborate, Miss Khan."
Mubashira took a deep breath, her hands folding in her lap as she focused on her answer. "Choosing fashion designing as a profession offers a dynamic and rewarding career path for those with a passion for creativity, trends, and design. It allows me to combine artistic flair with practicality, creating clothing and accessories that are both functional and fashionable. The fashion industry provides opportunities in various fields, from garment design to textile innovation, fashion marketing, and merchandising. It demands strong skills in drawing, sewing, and pattern making, alongside an understanding of materials, production processes, and fashion history. With global opportunities, fpr me fashion design is a career that blends artistic fulfillment with business acumen, offering a platform for personal expression while impacting the fashion world at large."
Sahir was left speechless.
Her answer was not only thoughtful and eloquent, but it also reflected a deep passion for the craft.
He could see the fire in her eyes, and it swelled his heart with pride.
This was the woman he married-the woman who, unbeknownst to her, had just impressed him more than any other candidate.
"You're hired," Sahir said suddenly, his voice firm but with a soft edge.
Mubashira blinked, momentarily stunned. "What?" She couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"You're hired," he repeated, this time with a more genuine smile.
Her face broke into a wide grin as the realization hit her. "Thank you so much, Sahir. Thank you!"
She stood, excited and relieved, the anxiety of the interview now replaced by overwhelming happiness.
Sahir smiled back at her, though his voice was smooth and commanding when he replied, "This is my office, Miss Khan. So for you, I am Mr. Chaudhary."
Mubashira's eyes widened slightly at his words, and she quickly nodded, flustered. "I'm sorry, Mr. Chaudhary. I'll keep that in mind. And just for the record... I'm not 'Miss.' It's 'Mrs. Chaudhary,'" she said, a playful challenge in her voice.
Sahir's eyes gleamed with a mixture of surprise and admiration, and he chuckled, watching her leave.
As she turned to exit the office, he sat back in his chair, feeling a wave of happiness wash over him.
This whole scenario was going to be far more interesting-and exciting-than he could have ever imagined.
His wife, now working in his company, right under his nose?
Sahir's heart skipped a beat at the thought, and he couldn't help but look forward to what the future would bring.
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