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Aur haan... Agastya ko tum par nazar rakhne ke liye bhejne par maazrat chahta hoon.
[ Translation -
My love,
Have a little mercy on your husband and look at your phone.
Please reply to my messages. I apologize for replying to you without emojis.
Please remove the call forwarding...
And yes... I also apologize for sending Agastya to keep an eye on you. ]
Safiya stared at the letter for several seconds before briefly closing her eyes.
Of course!
Only Zaviyar would send a handwritten apology and get that couriered through his men. She opened the parcel. Inside was a brand-new phone, still sealed in its packaging. A small card rested on top.
" Since you've apparently declared war on your old phone.", Junaid coughed as his 3yes caught the small note written on the box. Safiya looked up, suddenly cautious, as she tried to bite back her smile. He immediately looked away.
Ignoring everyone, she switched on the phone.
The device came to life and instantly began syncing.
Clearly, Zaviyar had already configured everything before sending it.
Typical of him and obviously it was Akshat's doing.
That guy needed to stop selling his technology to his friends to test it on them.
A notification appeared on the screen immediately as the phone got linked to her emails.
Just then a video call appeared, she swiped the phone to end the call only for the call to be answered not by her but Nizam who looked at her apologetically, " Nooo~~~", she gasped.
Unfortunately, it was already too late. The new phone had automatically synced with the same account linked to her laptop, and since her laptop was still connected to the conference audio system for the training session, zaviyar's voice and video immediately routed itself through the speakers and screen installed across the entire floor.
Safiya gasped as the screen showed Zaviyar, looking handsome as ever wearing a white shirt, his hair tousled just like she loved. He sat in his office chair, looking like he had walked straight out of an audition.
( How i imagine him to look in the video call )
The female interns stared wide eyed, at the man who looked like he could start in a calvin klein magazine, drooling at the sight while the men looked at him amused.
Zaviyar finally relieved to see his wife's face, immediately smiled cheekily but it was soon replaced by a scowl, his voice echoed throughout the office loud, clear and very possesive. He was totally unaware of the numerous pair of eyes watching him, as he could only see Safiya's face.
" A new phone for you, with a new SIM because your old one has probably stopped working considering you haven't answered my calls in days.", Safiya screamed in her head..she would never ignore his calls from now on because this husband of hers was unpredictable.
Also, it hadn't even been more than 10 hours since she was ignoring his calls and he decided to send a freaking phone to her.
Every person on the floor froze. The interns, the associates, the secretaries and even the receptionist looked up from her desk shocked to see such a handsome man. And also to see that Safiya had turned completely white, like she had seen a ghost. Nobody moved.
Their eyes widened as they realised that the Zaviyar khan who was being mentioned was Safiya's secret husband that they had never seen. Then Zaviyar continued, completely unaware that an entire law firm was listening to him.
His voice softened, affectionate yet possessive like always.
"Now give me my morning kiss, wifey."
Silence was louder than the ticking of the clock. All the interns' eyes widened at the sudden request and they couldn't imagine that the woman who seemed so distant could ever be so romantic.
A pen slipped from someone's hand. One intern buried his face in his notebook, while a junior associate quickly turned around trying not to smile. Junaid looked like he was fighting for his life.
Safiya's face burned bright, " Turn it off.", she said glaring at Zaviyar. He looked at her confused.
"TURN IT OFF!", she said, louder this time. Junaid practically threw himself toward the laptop. After several frantic clicks, the audio finally stopped.
The floor remained silent.
For exactly five seconds. Then Junaid cleared his throat.
"Should I.....", He paused, very carefully choosing his next words, ".....continue the training session while you give him that morning kiss, ma'am?"
The entire floor exploded. Cheeky grins and quiet chuckles echoed from every corner. Several interns covered their faces. One associate nearly choked on their water.
Safiya picked up the nearest file and aimed it directly at Junaid. Junaid wisely chose survival and immediately ran.
She looked around, but Nizam had already fled. She would take care of him once she reached Azamgarh.
" m-maam was that your husband... ", Safiya nodded.
" He is very handsome... ", she smiled at the intern before clearing her throat.
" The next session is day after tomorrow. 12 noon sharp. ", she announced before taking her laptop, phone and the black box and disappeared from there with quick steps.
She blushed as she heard all the employees and interns talking around them
And somewhere across the city, completely unaware of the chaos he had just caused inside one of the most prestigious law firms in the country, Zaviyar was probably sitting comfortably in his office, waiting for a reply that still wasn't coming.
As soon as Safiya disappeared into her office, the entire floor erupted. The moment the door closed, every ounce of professionalism vanished.
"OH MY GOD.", the receptionist gasped as she stared at the picture she had taken of Zaviyar before forwarding it to the gossip group.
"THAT was her husband?!", another intern damned herself, staring dreamily into the space.
"I thought people like that only existed in advertisements.", another female intern muttered.
"Forget advertisements. He looked AI-generated."
The female interns immediately gathered around the reception desk.
"No wonder she never talks about him."
"Why?", one of the newbies asked.
"Because if my husband looked like that, I'd lock him inside the house and never let him leave.", she said before gulping down water.
The others nodded seriously.
"Valid."
Meanwhile the male interns were equally entertained and discussed about the man who had just become the new topic for gossip.
"I still can't believe he opened a video call and the first thing he asked for was a kiss.", the man said, sipping his coffee.
"Not even hello.", another murmured.
"Not even a good morning or how are you. ", another said rubbing his chest.
"Straight to the mission.", Everyone burst out laughing.
One of the girls sighed dramatically.
"The way he said 'wifey'..."
Another placed a hand over her heart, " i would've fainted"
" Same. "
" Same ", all of them agreed simultaneously.
Junaid appeared with a cup of coffee.
" All of you should be grateful."
"Why?", they asked at the same time.
"You only heard one sentence.", Junaid shrugged remembering how he had accidentally answered her phone once and zaviyar had literally tracked his phone number down and then made sure to warn him to maintain a safe distance from his wife.
The entire group turned towards Junaid, curious and intrigued.
"What does that mean?", Junaid immediately regretted speaking. Because if Safiya got to know any of it, she would serve his head on a platter. All the interns surrounded him.
"What does that mean, sir?", One of the girls asked, curiously fucking a strand behind her ear.
"Tell us.", the receptionist tugged at him
"You know something.", Junaid looked like he had seen a ghost, as he tried to make things up.
The interns refused to move. Finally he sighed.
"Let's just say...that was one of the more normal conversations. That man is way more possessive about maam. ", Junaid said.
" As in?", The girls screamed.
"MORE NORMAL?", another gasped.
"Sir!", the males held Junaid's hand trying to convince him.
" we need Details!", another said, desperate to hear the gossip.
Seeing that they weren't going to leave him alone, Junaid sighed.
" Her husband is of royal lineage, so he belongs to the oldest royal families and he is a closed off person. Very few people know about him since he refuses to show up in the public. ", He paused. " That man doesn't like people. He just somehow tolerates them. "
The interns blinked at the description which seemed way weird to them.
"What?", Junaid shrugged.
" I'm serious. Most people spend five minutes with him and start questioning their life choices.", A few of the male interns laughed.
"No way. He looked like a golden retriever kinda guy", the receptionist, neha said already not willing to believe Junaid's words.
" I've heard that businessmen become nervous around him. He has a scary vibe around him and as much as I have heard he prefers to be distant and cold. ", the laughter slowly died. As a few of them googled hum and found very less accounts of him.
" He barely talks. Barely smiles. Doesn't entertain nonsense. Doesn't attend social events unless he absolutely has to. And hates PDA for sure. ", One of the girls frowned.
" Then how is he calling Ma'am 'wifey' on video calls? That too like they have been married and in love for years. ", Junaid pointed at her.
"Exactly.", The room fell silent.
" That's why all of this is disturbing.", Junaid whispered.
"Disturbing" someone repeated.
Junaid nodded, " Because the man all of you just saw and the man everyone else knows are two completely different people."
The interns exchanged looks.
"What do you mean?", Junaid sighed at the question.
" I've seen him quite a few times, in maam's absence, he is polite when necessary, respectful when required and emotionally unavailable to the rest of humanity.", some of them choked on their drinks.
" And with Ma'am?", the youngest intern questioned. Junaid laughed.
" With Ma'am, he forgets how to act like himaelf.", The girls immediately leaned forward.
" He follows her around, makes sure to check on her every second. He checks whether she's eaten."
"Aww-", the interns coo at the thought of the couple.
" He calls her constantly. Ever since she has been here. He keeps track of her schedule and her meetings. I was worried he would end up making me unemployed. ", the girls clutched their hearts.
" He remembers things she mentioned once months ago.", The room collectively groaned.
" This is getting unfair. ", one of them said. Junaid wasn't finished.
" And if she ignores him for too long.. ", another man said making Junaid pause. The interns stared, curious to know more.
"What happens?", Junaid looked heavenward, " then may God protect us all."
The room erupted, everyone frustrated as Junaid dropped information like crumbs before disappearing while they wanted a full course meal.
"JUNAID SIR!", the receptionist called out.
"THAT IS NOT AN ANSWER!", one of the interns clicked her tongue. Junaid took another sip of coffee.
" Yoi people saw one video call. ", He shook his head.
" That man could sit through a six-hour board meeting without changing his expression. ", Junaid shrugged, " But Ma'am sends him one smiling picture and suddenly he forgets the rest of the world exists."
The girls screamed, holding each other's hands as they all had one question in their heads, 'me when'
The men looked personally offended.
" Trust me. If Ma'am ever decides to leave him for a week, half his security team will need therapy. ", he said taking another sip. Yes, he had been keeping a close watch on the couple.
As Junaid walked away, all the interns followed him, curious to know more.
"Sir! Kuch aur bataye. Kounsa aapko tax lag rha hain ",
[ Sir! Tell us something more, it's not like you have to pay tax to speak. ]
"No.",
"PLEASE!"
" Woh jouh bethi hain na andar... Unhe puchch lou unke hee pati hain after all ", he said with a shrug.
[ You see that women sitting inside that cabin... Ask her, afterall it's her husband ]
The gossip continued for the next hour.
"He looked so possessive."
"The way he frowned when she didn't answer."
"I would've answered immediately."
"I would've answered before the phone even rang."
"Same."
A younger intern sighed dreamily, "Ma'am is so lucky."
Another shook her head.
"nAh wouldn't agree to that .", another argued.
" why?", she frowned.
"He's lucky to have her. Have you seen how pretty she is not to mention so classy. ", one of the male interns said.
" I wonder who wins the argument. ", the receptionist said dreamily.
" Probably ma'am.. ", the male said.
" I don't think so... Like did you hear that man's voice. I would forget what I was even arguing about if he stood in front of me. Or flashed his smile... "
" I bet their arguments ends up in a make out session... ", all them giggled. Similarly the group chat was going berserk over Zaviyar's blurry image that had been shared.
While half of the males were arguing that he wasn't that handsome, the females were swooning over him. And Safiya who was a part of that group chat was seething in anger.
She had camouflaged herself as an intern and entered the group just for fun and to get the office gossip. And now she was angry because why are all these women dreaming about her husband.
She finally gathered the courage and
swiped her phone open and the messages flooded in a flash.