Mistress

Chapter 26- A letter

Meher's p.o.v

" Is this what I have taught you? What kind of design is this?" I heard my mentor is yelling on one of my

fellow interns.

I don't know why this man is always so angry. He is too rude and rough. There is no sweetness in his

voice and words. He humiliates us very badly if we do a single mistake. After Sehreyar Al Seikh I have

seen this man too much rude.

Oh! Allah! I again compared another man with Sehreyar Al Seikh. I don't know why I always compare

every man with Sehreyar Al Seikh. I still can't forget that man.

Well, let me introduce you to my grumpy and rude Mentor aka my boss. He is Mr Rehaan Al Qureshi.

One of the greatest Architect in the whole of India. He is a 33-year-old rude and grumpy man.

I am doing my internship under him. I have studied so hard just to get the chance of doing my

internship under him. He is the best in the Architecture sector.

"If you submit this to any company then they will reject it just looking at the cover! Total rubbish! Make it

properly and then come to me. Get lost now," I heard Mr Rehaan's yelling voice.

After some time I heard him calling my name. I gulped down my saliva because of nervousness and

entered into his room.

I said politely," Good morning, Sir."

And as usual, he didn't reply and I just rolled my eyes. How rude! He glared at me very awkwardly.

He asked me with his deep voice," Where is your design? Show me."

I placed my design in front of him on the table and he started checking everything with his scrutinising

eyes.

He gestured me to sit and I obliged him.

He is checking my design where I am checking him. He is a good looking person and I can't deny this

fact. Specifically, his ocean blue eyes are really captivating. They are hypnotising.

" You are checking out your teacher! Huh! You have become a pervert," My subconscious mocked me

and I diverted my gaze at another direction.

I mentally thought," He is handsome but not more than Sehre..........

Oh! Allah. I again compared my boss with Sehreyar Al Seikh. I am sure I am having problem in my

head. Why can't I just forget that man?

I am busy scolding myself for remembering Sehreyar Al Seikh when my boss asked me knitting his

brows," What's this thing you have drew? Can you explain it? It's looking interesting."

Saying that he pointed his finger at the middle of my design.

I stood up and leaned a little to help him to understand the whole design. I started explaining the

design.

I was so engrossed in my explanation that I didn't notice when my dupatta has fallen on my shoulder

and some of my hairs are now falling on the design paper.

Before I could remove my hairs from the design paper my boss yelled loudly," Ms Meher, are you trying

to seduce me?"

" Excuse me? I asked him raising my one brow.

He stood up and said angrily," Are you trying to seduce me by showing me your hairs? Then, let me tell

you that I am not interested in you."

When did I try to seduce him? What the hell is he saying? Is he insane or have some serious problem

inside his head!

I asked him with my cold voice," Sir, I think you are quite mistaken. Why would I try to seduce you?"

" I know girls like you. Seeing a handsome and rich guy you couldn't control yourself and started

seducing me. You sl. ........He couldn't complete his saying when I showed him my palm indicating him

to stop his false accusations.

I snapped at him," I am your student. That doesn't mean you can say whatever you want to say about

me."

" What do you think of yourself? Huh! Characterless girl! You are talking against me. I can expel you

right now," He said clenching his jaw.

This time I couldn't control myself anymore and replied angrily," Then, expel me. I will not continue my

internship here. You might be my teacher but you don't have the right to talk about my character."

He was going to open his mouth again when I again said with my cold voice," And don't assume

anything so fast. You are such an honourable person. This type of act doesn't suit you."

Saying that I came out of his room closing the door angrily. I don't care he will expel me or not.

I return to the place where my fellow interns are doing their job. All of them gave me an uncomfortable

and suspicious look.

One of my friends asked me lowering her voice," What happened? Did the boss scold you also?"

" He didn't scold me. He accused me of seducing him. Jerk! I replied angrily.

My friend became surprised and said," Seduce! And you! I am sure he has lost his mind."

" Indeed," I replied and sat on the desk.

We are now discussing the new designs of an auditorium when we heard our Boss's roaring sound.

I heard him saying," Attention everyone."

We all stood up to show him respect. I just rolled my eyes. I should have slapped him hard for accusing

me of seducing.

" After two weeks there will be a business meeting. In that meeting, I will launch one of you as an

architect. I want you all to give the best design of yours in that meeting. Understood? He informed us

and glared at me.

We all nodded our head in positive and he again said rudely," My PA will tell you everything about the

design's requirements."

Saying that he started coming towards me and I am just seeing his behaviour with my suspicious eyes.

I thought that he will scold me or expel me for talking back with him. But, to my utter surprise, he didn't

say anything.

He just glared at my face with some emotions which I didn't understand. His ocean blue eyes travelled Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

my whole face like he is searching for something.

After that, he left the place without uttering any words. I didn't understand his behaviour. Why he looked

at me like that!

Sehreyar's p.o.v

I am standing in front of the mosque after many years. My feet are feeling like jelly and I am hesitating.

I am not understanding should I enter or not.

Well, I came here to pray for Meher. I was thinking to come here for many days but couldn't gather the

courage to come here. Finally, I decided to come here to pray for Meher's soul. She is no more in this

world.

After her death, many things have changed in me. After losing her I understood that she wasn't just my

mistress. She was something else to me. She was the most special person for me. Unknowingly, I

loved her but couldn't tell her because of my stupidity.

I never thought that she will leave like that. After her death, I have lost my interest in life. My sister is

still mentally unstable. I have lost a person whom I loved and killed my baby because of my stupidity.

Meher was right. I am a murderer. I killed my baby. Apart from praying for Meher's soul, I came here to

ask forgiveness from Allah for killing my child.

I have everything. Money, power, wife...whatever a man could desire. But, I don't have peace. I am

always disturbed. Meher's memories always bother me too much. After losing her and my baby I am

understanding what kind of sin I had committed.

Remembering Meher, I didn't understand when I started crying. I always feel pain inside my heart

thinking that Meher is not with me anymore.

Taking a deep breath I entered the mosque after doing my odhu( a process to clean yourself before

prayer).

I sat on the prayer mattress and raised my hands in dua(prayer). After many years I have raised my

hands like that.

I prayed for Meher and my unborn child. I prayed for the rest of their soul. I am crying in my prayer

when I heard someone's voice.

I looked beside me and found that the moulvi(priest) is looking at me with his soft eyes. I immediately

wiped my tears thinking that what will he think about me.

Seeing me, he said affectionately," Beta(dear), you don't have to wipe your tears here. You can share

your feelings in the mosque without any hesitation."

I didn't reply. I just nodded my head in positive when he said resting his one hand on my shoulder," I

don't know why I am feeling that very soon you are going to face some kind of difficulties."

" I didn't get you. I am already facing difficulties," I replied having a slight smile.

He chuckled and said looking upwards, "It's not easy to understand His game. Don't lose your hope.

He is just testing you."

Saying that, he left the place murmuring," Nobody can understand His game."

I didn't understand what's he talking about. I didn't give that much attention in his talking.

I stood up on my feet to leave the mosque when someone called me on my phone.

I saw the caller id and it's from Haniya's doctor. I immediately picked it up and said," Hello."

The doctor replied," Hello, Mr Sehreyar. If you are free can you meet me tomorrow?"

" Why not? I am free. But what happened? Is my sister ok? I asked him worriedly.

He replied assuring me," Well, it's about your sister. But, no need to worry. She is ok."

I informed him that I will meet him soon. After that, I cut the call. I just hope that Haniya is fine.

At Night

Author's p.o.v

Meher and her son Mehrab is lying on the bed. Mehrab is snuggling to his mother's chest tightly. Meher

is stroking his baby hairs affectionately.

Right now, Mehrab is listening to stories from his mother. He is very engrossed in the story.

" That's how the little boy met his mother," Meher completed the story and Mehrab just giggled.

Then, he started nagging," Mamma, me tell other story, piz(Mamma, tell me another story, please).

" I will tell you another story tomorrow. Now, be a good boy and close your eyes," Meher said to her

naughty boy who is now pouting and nagging too much to hear stories.

Meher couldn't control her laughter seeing her son's cute pout. She pulled him more into her chest and

started saying another story.

After some time Meher heard her son's cute baby snores. She smiled at him and kissed his forehead.

She looked at Mehrab carefully and an affectionate smile formed on her lips.

She said stroking Mehrab's baby hairs," I am really grateful to Allah that you look like me. I am really

happy that you have gotten your mother's features."

Yes, Mehrab looks like Meher. He has the same honey brown colour hairs, brown eyes, pointed nose

and pouty lips just like his mother.

Meher gently covered Mehrab's body with a blanket and got down from the bed.

She walked towards the closet and opened it. Then, She took out a letter and opened it.

She read the letter and some tears started falling from her eyes. She clutched the letter tightly but

didn't tear apart the letter.

After crying for sometimes, Meher wiped her tears and an angry expression appeared on her face.

She said angrily clutching the letter tightly," Your these words are still keeping me on the track. In

future, I will obviously meet you when I will have my own identity. I will show you that I wasn't a whore

and nor a mistress."

Meher is still fuming in rage when she felt a sudden pain in her stomach. The letter falls on the floor

from her hand.

She clutched her stomach tightly and uttered with too much difficultly," Why am I feeling pain again?

Oh! Allah."

Meher almost yelled and going to fall on the floor. Somehow she balanced herself by the help of the

nearby table.

With great difficulty, she opened the drawer of the table. She started searching for something

desperately.

After some time she found some pills and took out one pill immediately.

She gulped down the pill with water hurriedly. She is now sweating profusely and breathing heavily.

After some time she became relaxed and rested her head on the bed's edge. She is now looking at

Mehrab with too much intensity.

Then, she uttered nervously," I have to meet the doctor. I have to tell her that the pain is back."