The Wild One

Fauzan's P.O.V

A sudden crash made me turn from my laptop. I have noticed her for the first time in this restaurant as I was here attending a business meeting though she was someone who would grab anyone's attention just by her presence. I witnessed her lecturing the waiter for something followed by a slap that left his cheek red as he caressed it with shame.

I grew curious as her back was visible and part of her physique so I bent a little to have a clear view of her and realized she was gorgeously tall about 5'8, slim with long beautiful legs. Everything about her flaunted money as she was dressed in a neat black pair of expensive Jeans and a designer red top. Her hair was golden brown which was left untied with few clips to hold them in place as her beautiful grey eyes held anger and resentment. She was fair with beautiful lips and a sharp daunting nose.

What surprised me was her uniqueness and courage, the way she carried herself in this place given that this was a small town and somebody having an international brand in her wardrobe was no joke as she appeared rich and luxurious. Everything about her screamed 'MONEY!' as she had carefully selected her attire to daunt everyone around her with mesmerizing make-up to suit her needs.

"Who is she?" I curiously asked my assistant sitting nearby who knew everyone around this place as he gaped at her jaws dropped as if she had pulled out a new trick from her bag to entertain the people around.

"That is Shahleena Bakhtiyaar." He said with awe in his voice as if unable to believe what he was witnessing as she grabbed a Bisleri bottle and poured it all over the waiter's head drenching him. "Daughter of Bakhtiyaars. They are a well-established company in the town for the last fifty years and she is their only daughter. Only she can pull something like that as she is the talk of the town but I get to see her for the first time."

"Little attention seeker for sure," I said my eyes turning on her as she was fuming in anger. I cannot make out the conversation as it was too fast though she was sitting a few tables apart I can sense that waiter had done something that ticked little Ms. Bakhtiyaar's temper.

"I feel she does it for publicity or she had something to do with attention deficiency....blah blah." His colleague's voice changed into resentment as he disliked the way she was treating the poor waiter. "Her stunts are on Page 3 every Sunday in the newspaper."

"Impressive," I muttered under my breath as I saw her intentionally picking a bowl of soup and shattering it on the ground to make a loud crash. She deliberately let it spill as I winced at her. A feeling of dislike crept inside me as she barged out of the door leaving everyone staring at her.

"Spoiled brat for sure."

"Spoiled brat?" My assistant snapped. "She is more than a spoiled brat, Sir. Shahleena is brought up by her grandfather as she lost her parents when she was too young and she was pampered crazily by her grandfather and here you see the results."

"That explains a lot," I muttered trying to wrap the topic as we have much more interesting things to take care of. I went back to typing something on my laptop so I can retrieve the presentation when I saw her right behind a glass door that leads to the cash counter. The drama was still on as she stood behind the glass door at the cash counter and threw a stash of money from her designer purse at the manager's face who was ready to lick her feet like a dog.

The Manager signaled the waiter as he hid the bundle behind the desk and the scene around grew pathetic as the waiter bent on the feet of the lady and pleaded for an apology and did the same for the hard-hearted manager. Little Ms. Bakhtiyaar had a smile and gleam of satisfaction as he turned away cruelly leaving the waiter at the mercy of the Manager.

"She is very beautiful but...." A thought crossed my mind and without even realizing I said it loud as my colleagues turned to witness what I was seeing. Suddenly I realized how can she find someone like her beautiful?

"She is a devil in disguise." The delegate opposite to me muttered as I chuckled in his response. How aptly he had defined her.

"I am surprised to see such girls in a small town like Allur here in India. I always believed that Indian girls are very meek, modest, and simple."

"And I am surprised to see a guy like you brought up in Europe." He replied as a small smile crossed my lips. "Maa Shaa Allah, you are very well brought up by your parents."

"Alhumdulillah." I smiled proudly as my insides swelled when people said good things about me. "All that you see goes to my one and only Mom. She is the best and I love her for giving us her valuable time, unconditional love, and affection so we could be raised into the best human beings. Alhumdulillah."

"Still, children do get influenced by the environment and people." My assistant added and I nodded in response as memories flew back to days when I was only 5 when she entered my life. She was his father's second wife but still, she took great care of us and handled us with immense patience. She was an amazing teacher inculcating manners and discipline in them.

Eventually, we learned to love and respect her and she became a very important part of our life. A ring on my phone as I searched my laptop bag stepping out of my thoughts and a huge smile crossed my lips to see who was calling.

"Yes, Mom." I lifted the phone speaking obediently. "Assalaamualaikum."

"Walaikumassalaam, dear." She said in a concerned voice. "How are you? Done with your lunch?"

"Alhumdulillah, Mom," I said in a soft voice signalling 2 seconds to the people sitting around me. "I am almost done with my lunch meeting and will leave for my hotel in few minutes in Shaa Allah."

"Why don't you visit our house there?" My Mom suggested and I agreed willingly. I am Mohammed Fauzan Ahmed and going to the house meant traveling 40kms away from Allur but how can I ever refuse my Mom's order?

"No problem. I will leave right away and stay there tonight. “I promised and chatted for a while. Least did I expect that I was going to face the nightmare in the next few minutes named Shahleena Bakhtiyaar.