Chasing The Greedy Interpreter.
She's expensive.
[This story is written for entertainment. And it's fictional. It doesn't show speciality to any religion. Kindly, keep that in mind while reading. It's the plot. Actually Pakistanis__ are devoted to Islam religion wholeheartedly - that's why.]
Reporting to — my most trusted diary. April, 2020. Sylhet, Bangladesh.
Just reached. Thankfully- Even though the taxi driver doesn't understand English - he understands a little bit of Urdu, which helped.
Alhamdulillah[All the praises and thanks be to the creator only].
I'm relaxing inside the taxi after the long journey. Destination - Tourist welfare office.
You know what happened, Yr [Buddy]? I've finally done it! Yaad ha tujhe [Do you remember]? I told you! I'd escape Pakistan!
"I'm now better than I was before, despite every single fans of mine - for the last three days of my journey~~~"
Whoa- I just created a new song, with changing a little bit from the lyrics. I indeed am talented.
I'm Orhan Gazi. A top listed singer of Pakistani industry, who's tired of his busy schedule - and fans.
I left Pakistan, without letting anyone have a clue of that. Just left a letter on my bedside table before escaping my tiring life as a singer — for entire two months.
What the letter contained, was—
"Don't search for me. I'm tired. I'll be back after two months."
I know, Ammi will worry to death, Abbu will curse me for leaving like this. And my fans - the industry? They'll make a fuss.
Who cares? I want freedom.
I've had enough. Now, if Allah wants, I would like to roam around Bangladesh - for this two months.
I've always had an attraction towards the nature of Bangladesh. Especially the village atmosphere there.
Orhan Gazi
"What a view, Masha-allah!"
Hooping down the taxi, after looking around once - I take a good amount of fresh air, with a satisfied smile.
Sylhet.. Is indeed beautiful. It seems crowded though - the main city. I came to visit the nature anyway.
Not everything is perfect - ever.
As I reached the office and went to meet the men who's in charge for selecting an interpreter for the tourists, he signs me to take a seat hospitably.
Ahmed Choudhury
"I'm Ahmed Choudhury."
He looked young, had a newspaper holding while sipping a cup of coffee. He looked at me from head to toe.
Orhan Gazi
"I need an interpreter. Specifically- female. She should be young."
Giving a nervous chuckle, I try to proceed.
It might sound weird. A female interpreter is what I need at any cost. I want romance. Romance is life!
Ahmed Choudhury
"If you insist. Our work is to serve the tourists."
He shrugged his shoulders absentmindedly.
Orhan Gazi
"Oh- she should be beautiful!"
He lets out a sigh of understanding. Beaming with amusement.
Laugh all you want. Just give me my interpreter first.
He passed two photos to my reach. I chuckle unknowingly. She's — beautiful - and young.
She's exactly what I want. A perfect candidate for being my interpreter. Alhamdulillah! My life will be entangled with romance!
But___ something is bothering me.
Orhan Gazi
"She looks like a foreigner with these eyes."
Ahmed Choudhury
"Bangladeshis' also inherit such eyes."
Ahmed Choudhury
"Should I change––"
Orhan Gazi
"No need! She's perfect!"
Before he could finish, I cut in. `What if I can't find anyone more prettier here?`
Ahmed Choudhury
"Well– There's an issue."
Orhan Gazi
"What can be? Kindly explain."
He looked hesitant before speaking,
Ahmed Choudhury
"She's expensive. You know__ a greedy person."
Comments
𝐄𝐯𝐚
(~‾▿‾)~ seeing the description of the book I can say she will ask for more money, nicee starting.(~‾▿‾)~
2022-04-09
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𝐄𝐯𝐚
(~‾▿‾)~ 2 months of escaping
2022-04-09
1
🗿🕸️SPIDEY🕸️🗿
So she asks for More money for doing her Job? →_→
2022-04-08
2