MADE FOR EACH OTHER

CHAPTER 2

On his way to office armaan picked up coffee from a nearby cafe and walked towards his tall office

building.

The females of the office never failed to give him the smiles and winks.

He reached his cabinet open his laptop and began to take sip of his coffee. His PA came and handed

him the files he asked for.

Most of the work of office was dealt by armaan himself though he was not the CEO. Mr. Rizvi didn't

mind his son doing so.

Soon it was zuhur. Armaan saved time by offering the salah in his cabinet cause masjid was quiet

far,while mr. Rizvi prefer to go to the mosque to offer his prayer.

It was lunch time. Armaan would sometimes prefer to have lunch with his colleagues but today he had

it in his cabinet itself.

After the lunch he went to mr.rizvi's office on another floor. He knocked on the CEO's office thrice.

"Come in"said the voice from other side. Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

"Assalamu Aalaykum wa rehmatullahi wa barakatahu abba" said to which his father answered.

"Had lunch"asked mr.rizvi.

"Yes just now, did you had your lunch abba" asked armaan.

"No son. Just returned from masjid. I'll have soon. Either way the lunch your mother is gonna send

would be great."said mr.rizvi in disgrace.

Armaan chuckled lightly and said "abba it's for your own good."

"You have no right's to say in this matter. you betrayed me once." said mr.rizvi.

"What did I do, I did nothing Abba."said armaan in his defense.

"You did nothing. What do you think I don't know why you come up here every day to see whether I'm

eating the lunch your ammi has sent or not"said mr.rizvi.

"But it wasn't me who was caught eating haldirams somosa and mishti (Indian snacks)" said armaan.

"I was just having some of it" said mr.rizvi bafflingly.

Armaan began to laugh on his father's instincts.

There was knock on the door. The peon arrived with mr.rizvi's lunch.

"Oh look lunch is here too" said armaan.

The peon started to plate the lunch.

"Armaan, would you like to have tofu soup and salad" said mr.rizvi.

"No. Shukran.(Thankyou in Arabic) I'm fine." Said armaan.

Mr.rizvi began to much his lunch.

Armaan took his phone out and began to click photos of his abba.

When mr.rizvi began to give angry look he stopped clicking photos.

"Fine fine. I'll stop now. I'll leave you alone with your tofu soup. "Armaan said and laughed lightly.

"By the way don't forget about the party tonight. I want you to be there." Said mr.rizvi.

Armaan nodded to his abba and left.

Sitting in his comfy seat in his cabinet. He began to think about why his father wanted him this badly at

the party tonight. It would be because he wanted to introduce the next CEO of the company his son to

everyone. Then if that was the case why wouldn't he throw his own party announcing the new CEO.

But came to conclusions that he might wanted him to know about people and market more.