I WANT ZAAN

Munaf Khan (50), a respected businessman, was seated in his company’s meeting room, deeply engaged in discussion over a new project.

The big city.

The project.

It wasn’t just another deal for him—it was his dream one he had worked tirelessly for his entire life. A dream that would not only benefit him but also provide opportunities and support to many needy people.

And today’s meeting was crucial.

Today was the final meeting

The day both parties were supposed to reach a final agreement.

Outwardly, Munaf appeared calm and confident, but deep inside, anxiety gnawed at his heart.

*What if the deal doesn’t go through?*

*What if something goes wrong?*

He shook his head lightly, trying to brush away the negative thoughts.

No matter what, bad thoughts never truly leave a person.

And why should he even fear?

The dealer was none other than his late friend’s son—his new business partner.

Still… he couldn’t explain the strange uneasiness settling in his chest, as if something bad was about to happen.

He sighed quietly.

Just then, a soft hand gently held his.

Munaf narrowed his eyes and turned—only to meet doe-like, innocent green eyes.

His soul.

His son.

**Zaan Khan.**

Zaan resembled his late wife, Sadaf, so much that sometimes it hurt to look at him. He had loved his wife deeply, but destiny had taken her away far too soon.

Munaf’s heart instantly calmed when his son smiled at him.

Holding his father’s hand firmly, Zaan said in a soft, reassuring voice,

“Baba, sab theek hoga. Aapka sapna zaroor poora hoga. Aap tension mat lijiye.”

Munaf smiled faintly at his innocent son.

"Mujhe pata hai, meri jaan… sab theek hoga,”he murmured, taking a deep breath.

He knew how many hopes were tied to this project.

Zaan sighed softly when he noticed Munaf rereading the same PDF he himself had created.

If it were up to Zaan, he would have taken all his father’s worries upon himself.

That was how much he loved him.

Zaan had only one family—his father.

He had never known a mother’s love; he was only seven years old when his mother passed away due to a dangerous illness.

Yet Munaf loved him so deeply that Zaan never felt the absence of anyone else.

Shaking his head, Zaan glanced at the clock.

He should be here by now.

And just then—

A few minutes later, the man who was supposed to be their business partner entered the room.

Ali Shah Nawaz, a 27-year-old young man, walked in with an air of confidence and undeniable presence.

Munaf immediately stood up with a warm smile.

“Ali Shah… welcome,”he said, shaking his hand.

Ali replied professionally,

"Thank you, I appreciate it.”

Munaf nodded and gestured toward the others.“Ali, meet my employees… and this is my son, Zaan Khan.”

He patted Zaan’s shoulder proudly.

Everyone exchanged greetings.

Ali then shook hands with Zaan—but his eyes lingered, observing only Zaan.

So innocent…

Such beautiful eyes.,,, he has ever seen..

Unable to stop himself, Ali remarked,

“Tumhari aankhen bohot masoom hain, Zaan… aur bohot khoobsurat.”

Zaan smiled politely.

“Shukriya.”

But his brows furrowed slightly when Ali added with a smirk,

"By the way… kya yeh asli hain?”

Everyone chuckled at his silly question.

Zaan almost rolled his eyes but controlled himself and replied calmly,

“Nahi, aap Baba se pooch sakte hain."

Ali raised an eyebrow and looked at Munaf.

Munaf chuckled, lifting his hands.

“Mujhe nahi pata… kabhi kabhi main bhi sochta hoon.”

" Baba!” Zaan exclaimed in disbelief.

The room was filled with smiles and laughter, including Ali’s.

The atmosphere finally lightened.

Munaf felt relaxed—Ali reminded him so much of his old friend.

He smiled warmly and said,

“Tumse milkar khushi hui, beta. Tum bilkul apne walid par gaye ho. Jab tumhein pehli baar dekha tha, tum sirf paanch saal ke the.”

Ali nodded. Munaf Khan had always been mentioned fondly by his father, though years of work had kept them apart.

“Aur maine bhi aapke baare mein bohot suna hai, Khan sahab.”

Munaf smiled.

"Beta, mujhe uncle bulao. Aur… mujhe afsos hai tumhare walid ke liye. Nawaz mera bohot acha dost tha.”

Ali replied calmly,

“Waqt har zakhm bhar deta hai.”

Though sadness flickered in his eyes, he hid it well.

Munaf observed him closely—there was a surprising maturity in this young man.

Ali glanced at Zaan again, narrowing his eyes slightly.

"Aur Zaan… tumhari bohot tareef suni hai.”

Munaf smiled proudly.

“Bilkul. Mera beta bohot laayak aur intelligent hai. Tum khud jaan jaoge.”

Zaan looked at his father’s proud face, then at Ali, whose expression briefly darkened before Zaan spoke innocently,

"Kyun ke main Baba par gaya hoon.”

Everyone smiled warmly at the father-son duo.

But under the table, Ali clenched his fists tightly.

Soon, Munaf shifted the discussion toward business.

“Ali… contract tayyar hai?” Munaf asked, glancing at Zaan.

"Zaan, file de do.”

Zaan nodded and handed over the contract.

It clearly stated that until the project was completed, **50% of Khan Company’s shares would remain with Ali’s company as collateral**.

This was a deal worth billions, and the condition had been set by Ali himself.

Ali read the contract thoroughly within minutes.

Perfect.

He placed the file back on the table and smiled—a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

Strange.

Resting his elbows on the table, fists under his chin, Ali spoke slowly,

“Sach kahoon toh… pehle mujhe aisa contract chahiye tha. Lekin ab shayad—”

“Matlab?” Munaf interrupted, confused.

Ali shook his head.

“Main ab yeh contract nahi chahta."

**SHOCKED.**

The room erupted into gasps and whispers.

“What are they saying?

“Did the deal fall through?”

“So much hard work wasted?”

Ali’s PA stared at him in disbelief.

“Sir… aap kya keh rahe hain?”

Ali rolled his eyes.... At his dramatic PA ,,, and said raising hi palm... Getting attentions...

"Hey, calm down. I meant the contract, not the deal."

Confusion spread across the room.

And zaan spoke calmly,

“Aap thoda saaf batayenge ke achanak yeh faisla kyun?”

Ali smirked inwardly and said,

“Purani dosti hai… main aapki company ke shares kaise maang sakta hoon?”

This sentence made Munaf smile reassuringly.,, and he said...

“Ali, business mein yeh tumhara haq hai. Ismein sharmane wali baat nahi.”

Ali raised an eyebrow.

“Sach mein?”

Munaf placed a hand on his shoulder.“Bilkul, beta.”

Ali nodded slowly.

“Theek hai… lekin meri ek aur shart hai.”

The room stiffened.

Zaan leaned back slightly, meeting Ali’s dark gaze.

“Aur aapki woh shart kya hai?”

Ali’s smirk was now visible to everyone.

And he looked straight at Munaf and said clearly, without hesitation—,,,

"  I WANT ZAAN .”

**SHOCKED.**

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