Mohsin - a wealthy man who owns his own company muscular ,tall ,fair skin , intelligent,and handsome.mohsin doesn't believe on the permanent existence and relying on the person.
Nahaan - a middle class man who always dreamed if becoming a actor and model but had to compromise on his dream by doing a job of personal assistant of mohsin.nahaan is also tall ,handsome ,dar eye ,sharp , intelligent.
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A shiny bright day.
Mohsin is sitting in his leather chair in his cabin who don't have any wall but completely made up of glass from mohsin cabin city is like a roaming ant.
Mohsin is silently sitting and reading his meeting schedule for todays meeting.
Door open slightly at 9:02am and footsteps hear by mohsin. mohsin didn't look up he said i didn't want tea.
A calm voice cam "no sir you misunderstood me I'm your new personal assistant from today".
Mohsin looks up and he sees a confident boy ,well suited and calmess and intelligence can clearly seen by his face.
Mohsin said"you're late".
Nahaan with calm voice "sir its 9:02am and my reporting time is 9:00 am to 6:00 pm.
Mohsin angrily" so in your eye two minutes is nothing ".
Nahaan said no sir it's not like that.
"Who hired you?"
"You did. Indirectly," Nahaan answered. "Your HR team shortlisted me. You approved the final list."
Mohsin frowned deeper. He didn't remember approving this.
"What's your name?"
"Nahaan."
"Last name?"
"You didn't ask for it in the interview brief."
Mohsin's lips pressed into a thin line.
Strike one.
He stood up, towering over the desk, suit perfectly tailored, presence intimidating. Many people shrank under that look.
Nahaan didn't.
"Listen carefully," Mohsin said. "This is not a regular assistant job. I don't tolerate mistakes. I don't repeat instructions. And I don't care about excuses."
"Good," Nahaan replied evenly. "Neither do I."
Strike two.
Mohsin let out a humorless laugh. "You think this is a debate?"
"No," Nahaan said. "I think it's a job. And I intend to do it well."
There was something in that sentence—not arrogance, not fear. Certainty.
Mohsin didn't like certainty in others.
"Fine," he said sharply. "You're on a one-year contract. Mess up once, and you're out."
Nahaan nodded. "Understood."
Not sorry. Not thank you. Just understood.
Mohsin turned away, already annoyed. "Get out. Start by organizing my schedule. And don't touch anything on my desk."
Nahaan paused at the door.
"You should eat," he said suddenly.
Mohsin looked up, irritation flaring. "What?"
"You skipped breakfast," Nahaan continued calmly. "Your blood sugar will drop by noon. You'll get irritable."
Mohsin stared. "I'm already irritable."
"Then it'll get worse."
Mohsin pointed at the door. "Out."
Nahaan left.