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CHAPTER 18 :Asad went to office in a good mood thinking about Zoya, how much they progressed towards each other, how much Zoya felt at ease with him now, compared to before, the way she blushed whenever he would do some mischieve with her, the way she looked at him... He shook his head, indeed, he was hopelessly in love with her...
When Asad reached office, Prasad joined him, telling about Asad's meetings for the day, that's when he mentionned that Mr. Jones was already present...accompanied by Mr. Faisal Qureshi in the conference room.
Asad's eyes became cold hearing that name and he could feel rage boiling inside him but kept his self-control not letting his mere mention taking over him. He marched towards the conference room, he took a deep breath just before turning the door knob and entering. As soon as he entered, Mr. Jones and Rashid stood up, Asad shook hands with Mr. Jones still with his eyes cold, while Rashid looked at him dazed. In a sign of respect, Mr. Jones introduced Rashid.
"Mr. Khan, you saw Mr. Qureshi yesterday at the party, but i couldn't introduce you to him...", Mr. Jones introduced them to each other, Rashid was dazed while Asad's eyes never were that cold before.
With indifference, Asad shook hands with Rashid who was under the spell of seeing his son after so many years.
"I hope you didn't mind me bringing Mr. Qureshi, actually when i talked to him about you, THE Asad Ahmed Khan, one of the youngest but most successful MD of India, running a company all by himself, Mr. Qureshi couldn't resist to meet you...", Mr. Jones kept ranting about how much "Mr. Qureshi" was impressed by him, while Asad had an indifferent look to Rashid who was just keeping staring at him.
"Don't worry Mr. Jones, i don't mind, after all my DECEASED father taught me the least of manners..." Asad faked chuckling while looking at Rashid with victorious eyes.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Khan, i didn't know...", Mr. Jones sincerely apologized and Asad brushed it off with his hand.
"Mr. Jones, we don't have control on our destiny, just like we say it's 'MUQADDAR KA KHEL', which means destiny's game, besides my late father's death made me who i am today, MashAllah a successful businessman with a wonderful family and InshAllah an even brighter future coming, if i hadn't lost my father, i wouldn't be where i am today, so i just want to say that even though i lost my father twenty-two years ago, i don't regret it, because when i lost him, i learnt many many lessons about life which i wouldn't have understood even today if my father was by my side... Anyways, now Alhamdoulilah i live a very happy life with my family and we lake of nothing...", Asad spoke sincerely with a small smile, playing the
indifferent card, tension was now present in the room with Rashid looking at Asad but Asad was behaving as if he met Rashid for the first time, only his eyes revealed the coldness.
After this conversation, they started the meeting with Asad doing a brilliant presentation, impressing Mr. Jones and Rashid for his business skills.
"Well Mr. Khan, i'm more than honoured to sign this contract with your company, all these Mughal arts and architectures really touched me. So it's a deal !", Mr. Jones exclaimed with a huge smile, holding his hand out for Asad, which he did happily.
"I'm glad that you liked our designs, so yes, it's a deal ! Thank you, Mr. Jones !" Asad spoke like a true businessman.
Mr. Jones took his leave but Rashid gave an excuse to stay for some more minutes, saying that he would be coming.
Asad started packing his things making his way to the conference door, when Rashid spoke, making his stop on his spot and turning to face him.
"Asad, won't you even hug your father ?" Rashid asked with tearful eyes, Asad faked chuckling.
"Maaf kijiyega Qureshi sahab, just like i said earlier, mere baap ka saaya mere sarr se bayis saal pehle uth gaya tha !" Asad said before turning around.
"Asad ! I know that you recognize me ! So why can't you stop this nonsense ?!" Rashid was getting angry and so was Asad.
"Mr. Faisal Qureshi ! You are definitely not my father ! So don't even try to be ! My father died for me twenty-two years ago, believe it or not, i don't care !" Asad spit out.
"Asad, i know that you are angry with me and you have your reasons, but please stop denying that i'm your father, it hurts..." Rashid almost cried and Asad laughed.
"What an irony, Mr. Qureshi, my father hurted and betrayed my family years ago, when he left us to rot to death, without taking any news of us, but making us believe his death and that he was a good man, while he himself was living a peaceful new life in a new country, he moved on changing his name and happily started a new life, then claiming that he cares for us, after more than two decades, and asking me to stop hurting him ?! That's called pure hypocrisy ! Get out of my office, Mr. Qureshi ! You are unwelcomed in my office, in my house and definitely in our lives !", Asad yelled at Rashid while he looked down ashamed, Asad was about to go when Rashid stopped him once again.
"Asad, i regret what i did years ago, i'm really sorry for how much i hurted you guys but i want to repent with moving in your house with my fam..." Rashid was cut off by Asad.
"Mr. Qureshi, your sorry is just not good enough ! And on top of that you are talking about repenting with moving in with YOUR family ?! Stop this nonsense ! You want to make us heal by hurting us even more ?! Incredibly foolish ! We healed ! We healed together ! We live a happy life and we don't want you involved in it ! Mr. Qureshi, just like i said you are unwelcomed in my house, my office and definitely in our lives ! Do you get that ?! Now please, get out ! Or shall i call the security ? They will help you to find the way out ! Prasad !" Asad was enraged and called out for Prasad who had listened the most of the conversation at the door, came rushing inside for Asad's command.
"Call the security, i don't want this man in my office ! And please make sure that this man is not allowed to enter nor my office, neither my house !" Asad asked Prasad politely while pointing to Rashid.
Prasad was more than pleased to make Rashid throw out. Prasad was a very loyal right-hand of Asad, he knew Asad for years by now and knew that he was a very nice man and if he's angry, there is definitely a reason behind, it was the first time that he saw Asad that angry and Prasad would be more than happy to throw that person out who angered his Asad sir'.
Asad left the conference room for his cabin after making sure that Rashid was out of his building. He sat on his office chair with a thud and took his head in his hands.
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Even after being thrown out of the office, Rashid was adament to make a come back in their lives.
He left for the mall, after making sure that Dilshad and Najma were there.
Once he reached and entered, he saw Najma buying an ice-cream, she was about to pay the seller but Rashid gave him the money first. Najma looked quizzicaly at the hand, then looked at the face and recognized the face, immediately her eyes hardened looking at him.
"Bhaiya, don't ! Here, take this money ! This person has no rights to pay for me !" Najma exclaimed angry.
"Am i a stranger to my daughter, now ?", Rashid asked hurted by her behaviour and Najma looked at him with fire spitting her eyes.
"I don't know about your daughter, mister, but to me you are definitely a stranger ! And my brother taught me nor to talk, neither to take a favor from strangers !", Najma said before trying to go away but she stopped when Rashid spoke.
"Your brother did a good job..." Rashid said with a sad smile, Najma turned around to face him.
"I'm sorry, did i say brother ? I meant FATHER, my FATHER taught me everything !", Najma said with a smile thinking about her father like bhaijaan while Rashid was taken aback.
"Father ?", he asked confused.
"Yes ! My brother is my one and only father !", Najma replied coldly.
But before he could answer, Dilshad stepped in, while asking Najma, since she was taking too much time for buying ice-creams, but when she saw with whom she was, her face hardened looking at him.
"You are still that beautiful, Dilshad...", Rashid was stopped by the hand that she put forward to stop him from continuing.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Qureshi, but i'm not your wife, thus you have no rights on complimenting me ! And please stay away ! We don't want you in our lives ! We are happy without you !" Dilshad spoke confidently while looking in his eyes.
"But Dilshad... I want to come back, i want us to be a family again, i want to move in with our family..." Rashid spoke and that was the last straw for Najma.
"Who the hell do you think you are, Mr. Qureshi ?! What don't you understand in 'We don't want you in our lives !' ?! You better stay away ! Or next time i wont hesitate in calling the police for harassment ! Do you get that ?!" Najma fumed at Rashid who was also getting angry.
Najma and Dilshad turned away to leave but Rashid spoke rooting them on their spots.
"Dilsha ! You ***** ! I'm sure you are the one, instigating my children against me ! You are nothing but a ****..." Before Rashid could continue, he met with a hand on his cheek.
Zoya stood fuming in front of Rashid.
"How dare you ?! How dare you talk to my mother like that ?! Who do you think you are, Mr. No-life ?! You insulted my mother ! Apologize !", Zoya pointed her index at him, while Rashid was stunned by the slap.
"Who the hell are you ?!" Rashid asked angrily.
"Mrs. Zoya Asad Ahmed Khan !" Zoya said proudly to a shocked Rashid, "Now, apologize before i gather people to beat you up and make you apologize !" Zoya fumed and he muttered a small apology.
"Remember one thing, Mr. Faisal Qureshi ! If you ever try knowingly or unknowingly to hurt my family, i'm warning you ! You'll have to deal with me ! Do you get that ?!" Zoya fumed before getting away with Dilshad and Najma, leaving a shocked Rashid behind.
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"Ammi, please don't cry because of him ! He doesn't even deserve your tears !" Zoya tried to console Dilshad, once they were home.
"You are right, Zoya ! I won't cry because of that man ! But can i cry of happiness for having two wonderful daughters ?" Dilshad wiped her own tears, before hugging Najma and Zoya close to her heart. All the three deciding not to tell anything to Asad.
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A/N : i know, i know, no AsYa in there, but much needed chapter , will be posting next chapter really soon, almost done writing ! 😳 buddy me for PMs 😉
Edited by SBanoMalik - 11 years ago
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