Chapter 1
She had been practicing for the interview as well as her cooking skills. The interview had to take place after two days. She was quite nervous.
"Ayzel, you are still up?" Mrs. Khan suddenly caught her in the kitchen late at night.
She smiled sheepishly at her. The whole orphanage was drowned in silence, the very orphanage beaming with noise and plays of innocent orphan kids.
Ayzel was also an orphan. 22 years ago, her mother gave her birth here in this orphanage. A tragic night it was
"I'm just wrapping up all the things," she replied innocently.
Mrs. Khan just chuckled. She went to her. Put her hands on Ayzel's shoulders and assured her.
"Do not be nervous, my child. InshaAllah you Will be selected for the job and will be independent. Nobody can resist my angel's taste."
Mrs. Khan's words put some courage inside her. Finding a job was very crucial for her now. She has already passed the age limit. Nobody more than 20 years old is allowed to stay in the orphanage. It was only Mrs. Khan's request due to which authority had allowed her to stay here but only for a few months more. Then she just had to leave the place.
By chance nobody ever adopted her. Her friend also got a job and left from there.
Ayzel was already doing a job in a cafe, but it was very low paying. And with that job, she could not afford other expenses like rent, bills, groceries, etc.
2 days later
Ayzel and her friend Sana were walking on the road. Today was the day of the interview. Sana decided to accompany her. They decided to go on the bus. While they were waiting for the bus at the bus stop, Ayzel's attention got caught by a beggar. He was an old man in a very miserable condition, asking for a penny. Her soft and innocent heart could not see this. She checked her purse. Only a single note of hundred rupees was inside.
And without thinking twice she gave away the last money she had, to the poor beggar. The poor man's eyes teared up and he gave,
"Ayzel, girl what are you doing!" her friend exclaimed.
"It's okay. He needs it more than me."
She reasoned.
Sana just shook her head. "And how are you going to pay for your bus ticket?" she asked her with narrow eyes.
Ayzel bit her lips in nervousness.
At that very moment, the bus came. Sana grabbed her hand and both went inside the bus. Sana paid for Ayzel's ticket as well. The whole ride she lectured her that these beggars are not what they seem and all their clever tricks and facade. Ayzel only smiled at her. She still believed in helping others.
Little did she know that this act of kindness will make her pay in the future very, very badly.
As soon as the bus disappeared from the beggar's eyesight, he took out the latest iPhone and called someone.
"Finally, I found the perfect pawn," he told someone. A devilish smirk was playing on his lips.
At the interview place, Ayzel was praying very hard inside her heart. The other competitors had a very great experience, as compared to her.
She was now sitting in front of the selection committee. The restaurant was of a very great name.
" Miss Ayzel, so you never went to any culinary institute and neither have you done any cooking course." The manager asked her in a very critical tone, holding her C.V.
"Ummm...yes. I mostly learned by myself. But I can make anything and develop new recipes. I am a very fast learner." She tried to win the situation for her.
"Your work experience is also not according to our requirements." a woman commented on her.
"I am currently working in a small cafe. I have asked them many times to launch new items. But they always refused. I can try them here. And I assure you the result will be outstanding. You have tasted my cooking. I am very passionate about cooking. " At the end, she gulped very hard.
The taste was already taken and they all were inspired then. But now something was off.
"Miss this restaurant has a name. And we are looking for a well-experienced chef. Not a newcomer. You are hardly twenty-something. Sorry for now. "
The man returned her resume. Took it and with a dejected heart left from there.
Skills do not always matter. Sometimes tags and references work, no matter how good you are at work. And that reality sunk deeply into Ayzel's brain now. It was the third time she was rejected for the same reasons. Anybody who tasted her cooking once falls madly in love with it.
The day was wasted and now she was working in the cafe. With a heavy heart, she returned to the orphanage.
Mrs. Khan consoled her and told her not to lose hope. One day she will have her restaurant. Mrs.Khan always encouraged her through these words.
"No, Mrs.Khan. I don't think it will ever happen. I can't even get a chef job, let alone be a restaurant owner. Only money and powerful reference works. One's real talent has no worth at all. Now I feel that you all just fake-praised my cooking so that my heart won't break. I am not a good chef at all." she was sniffling.
" No dear, this is not true. You are the best. Don't worry, InshaAllah your future is bright and prosperous my heart says." Mrs. Khan motivated her. After this, both went to their respective rooms.
The car engines were roaring in the whole place. The hooting and support of their favorite person were creating the next level of excitement. The metaphoric thunder could be felt. But only one name's sound was dominating in the crowd "ZAIN, ZAIN, ZAIN!"
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2..
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Go
And the race began.
Both racers were fighting tooth and nail to achieve victory.
But the Man called Zain won the race. With much less effort.
His competitor was left behind at a very great distance.
Soon people gathered around the stage. Now the trophy was to be given to Zain.
The trophy was embellished with expensive stones and crystals. A dream trophy existed in reality.
Boom!
The trophy was crushed and destroyed by a bullet shot, fired by none other than Zain Skindar. Everyone was gobsmacked by his action.
Smirking, he went to his car. His cousin Burhan followed him.
"What the hell, bro! Last time you broke the trophy in the same way because you could not get it. And now even after winning it, you still destroyed it. WHY?"
His cousin asked in worry, his mind was also going to blast with Zain's action.
Last year Zain lost due to foul play by the other side, which he could not find in time. Otherwise, he never loses.
Zain chuckled. But his next words were worth remembering.
"Zain Skidnar does not like victories given on plates. And about last time, let me remind you." he paused and then said, " The things which I can't get, I ruin, burn, and destroy them. And ruin in such a way that they can't be possessed by someone else. They are not even left to use for someone else too. If not mine, no one else's either."
So here is Zain Skindar, the biggest mafia don in the country. The daytime Billionaire business tycoon and in the night all his dark actions take place.
Word Ruthless is very low to define his atrocities. He hates two things only, betrayal and forgiveness.
The word "sorry" does not exist in his life. According to him, sorry is a pathetic word. There must be no room for a second chance. Every mistake deserves punishment. And the punishment he gives is far beyond imagination unless someone faces it.
He never forgives and forgets.
He had never uttered the word sorry. Because he always does things with perfection. And expect the same from the people working under him.
Dark
Ruthless
Merciless
Cruel
Murderer
sinner he is.
The only people under his love and care were his family.
And in the future, his fire is gonna collide with an innocent soul.
Either she turned his fire into ice or get burned by him.
Only time will tell.
Only time