Republic Rhythms: Aazadi Quest S2 ~ Round 4 -- Slot 3
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CHAPTER - 1
"Kal mera beta aaney wala hai London sey. Aaj sab kaam isi cheez pe focus karke honge!" Suraiya Abdullah ordered her staff around the house as she puffed up a cushion on the sofa, quite unnecessarily.
"Aaj toh shauhar ke liye bhi time nahi hai...tie toh bandh deti humara?" 30 years of marriage and yet Usman Abdullah depended on his wife to manage the smallest of the tasks. The same business tycoon who handled the country-wide operations of their Barkat Royale chain of hotels all by himself and had been recently been awarded for the same achievement.
"Kitno ki naukri aur rozi-roti sambhalte hain aap aur aapse tie aur coat nahi pehna jaata." Suraiya chided him, fixing it, knowing fully well it was more of a custom rather than his inability to do it.
"Uskey sahuliyat ka saara intezaam karwaya hai ya nahi aapney?" Usman spoke mischievously smiling as he put his hands in the coat sleeves one by one.
"Maa ko kehna nahi padta apne bacchon ka khyaal rakhne" came the smug reply as she walked towards her son's bedroom checking on the last details.
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"Yahan bhi aatey hai toh cook rakhenge agli baar se! Khana banaana aata nahi toh mujhey kyun saza dey rahi ho?" the spoon clanged in the bowl followed by a loud bang as he walked out of the door.
All appetite lost, she picked up the barely-eaten plate and wiped the daal which had spilled over when he had thrown the spoon into it. Cloudy eyes and a heavy heart, she walked into the kitchen, dropping the utensils in the dishwasher. Why did he drag her along everywhere if she was such a pain to him? She would've happily stayed at their house in Mumbai, getting a day of quiet. But oh, his wife getting rest and peace? More like forever rest in peace.
She went into the washroom and took a look in the mirror. If she cried, her eyes would become red and she didn't want more reason for getting scolded. Quickly washing her face, she scanned again.She had a pretty face albeit pale and drained. Her eyes were big, holding a lost expression but beautiful. Her smile, that used to get complimented upon by various fans and admirers for being her best feature, didn't quite feature at all now.
She went and locked the door and lied down on the adjacent sofa. If he came back and she didn't open the door on time...she needed to let the earlier bruises heal first.
After about an hour, when she had dozed off in the same position, the deafening doorbell rang in the house. Continuously. Till she jumped up and opened.
"Jaldi kholna agli baar! The shops were closed! I am going to have to sleep hungry because of you!" he walked past furious slamming the car keys on the table.
Spared this time.
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Suraiya checked the overhead TV which had details of the flights arrival and departure. Seeing "Arrived" next to British Airways Flight 198, a smile shot across her face.
Her cellphone buzzed.
"Kahan ho beta?"
"Mom aap toh ulte direction mein dekh rahi hain!" he smiled walking with his bags, as he saw his mother checking the flight details.
She turned to see her handsome 25 year old son, Zain Usman Abdullah, now grinning widely, his arms wide open, waiting to hug his mother. Suraiya hugged him, her emotional side taking over as Zain too, indulged in a bone crushing hug.
"Mom!" Zain whined when she ruffled his hair and dodged her attempt to pull his cheeks.
They walked out, Zain keeping his mom close as she complained "Kuch khaya piya karo Zain..kaise ho gaye ho..jeans dheeli pad gayi hogi, I am sure..."
"Aapke haath ka nahi milta tha na!"
The driver shifted the gear to pull the car out of the parking lot. Now, Zain had a knack for locating good looking ladies and on that deserted parking lot pavement, there was one. Though not a Casanova, Zain had the looks and brains going for him in the best possible manner and he made sure he used them often. Flirting came naturally to him, but he had a clear demarcation between flings and girlfriends.
"India is proving to be quite a competition to London in some aspects.." Zain admitted. She seemed pretty though her hair kept flying onto her face. Making out she was distressed by the way she kept fisting her saree and walking to n fro around her luggage, Zain decided to be his chivalrous best.
He was about to initiate the process when he was surprised by his own mother's voice asking the driver to stop the car. Before he could ask, his mother had quickly gotten down to make her way to the same girl!
It was now that Zain spotted a guy at a distance too. He hoped the guy to be her brother or any non-romantic relationship...even a boyfriend would do, he had confidence on his charming/flirting skills.
But luck isn't that strong. Or...is it?
Suraiya exclaimed "Aaliya beta?"
The girl turned, shocked to see her next door neighbour making her way towards her in this unusual turn of events.
She smiled, feeling relieved. Aunty appeared no less than an angel right now.
Here, her husband had been upset because she suffered from travel sickness and was feeling uneasy and wanted to go home while he had to go to the office directly and there was just one car. She had volunteered to take a taxi but he had spat back saying she was doing this on purpose to make him look bad.
Yeah, because this is one reason she would give her mother why her married life is so awful.
"Aap yahan aunty? Kaise?" Aaliya hugged her.
"Main toh yahan apne betay ko lenay aayi hoon. London se MBA kar ke gold medal lekar aaya hai." She looked back proudly at Zain, motioning him to come out of the car.
"Tum batao Aaliya?"
By this time, there were two guys who had now come to Aaliya's side.
"Mrs. Abdullah! As beautiful as always!" Zeeshan came and shook her hand. He snaked a hand around Aaliya's waist, pulling her close. Aaliya shifted at the sudden contact. Zain's observant eyes didn't quite miss that.
"Zain Abdullah" Zain offered a hand.
"Zeeshan Ahmed. And this is my pretty wife, Aaliya Zeeshan Ahmed."
Zain wanted to stomp his foot and pull his hair out. Prayed so much to hear this word?! WIFE?! Who gets married at this age! The girl looked younger to even him!
Zain moved towards Aaliya, who was going to return the handshake but all of a sudden, Zeeshan closed his right hand around hers, kissing her on the knuckles.
Seemingly embarrassed and now cracking his own knuckles, Zain moved back. He wanted to go and sit in the car and even drag his mother along now. But courtesy demanded that he waited. So he rocked on the balls of his feet and looked on, having lost interest in the task.
However, as Aaliya moved back a strand of hair, his eyes fell on the inside of her wrist. Why was it so badly bruised? He realized Zeeshan had held her pretty close. Too close for a public place. This Zeeshan was turning out to be weirder by the minute.
Aaliya, on the other hand, felt Zeeshan's hand stiffen around her waist, holding her tighter the moment she smiled. She immediately stopped and pursed her lips focusing on a brick on the pavement. There could be trouble later on, she was afraid. Kissing her knuckles was definitely a bad sign, she concluded as she fixed her hair.
Zeeshan spoke up, "Ek meri office ki dealing thi Delhi mein, toh socha issi bahaane hum dono ko bhi romance ka mauka mil jayega ghoomte ghoomte, lekin ab..." Zeeshan smiled at Aaliya, holding her chin. Aaliya forced a smile.
"Ab kya problem ho gayi" Suraiya asked.
"Travel sickness. Toh socha Aaliya ko araam ke liye ghar bhej doon. Unfortunately, mera office jaana zaroori hai nahin toh issey main ek pal na chodoon aisi haalat mein. Par gaadi ek hee mangwayi thi maine."
"Arrey toh acchi baat haina jo hum mil gaye! Chalo, hum log Aaliya ko chhod denge. Tum araam se office jao" she immediately offered. Zeeshan finding no good reason to refuse the offer from his neighbours obviously had to comply.
As the driver hauled up the bags in the car, Zeeshan pulled Aaliya aside. "Theek se rehna. Aaj meri raat ko party hai toh main der se hee aaunga. And stop flirting with stranger guys" he snarled. Aaliya's eyes widened at the accusation.
"Are you hallucinating?!" She asked exasperated. Zeeshan gave her a dirty glance, got in the car and drove away.
Zain seated next to the driver now, was cursing his luck pretty bad. He sees this quite stunning creation of Allah, is more than pleased to discover she is a Muslim as well since mom was never really accepting of the Christian names he told her now and then; it turns out his mom even knows this young girl and offers to drop her home. AND SHE TURNS OUT TO BE MARRIED!
"Are you kidding me?!" Zain exclaimed out aloud, annoyed at the way things had unfolded. First girl in India, and his luck didn't really seem to be shining.
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