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Abhishek Mehra:

Abhi ignored the slight wobble underneath him. Just three more flowers in place and he was done. He felt ridiculous. His fans would surely crack up if they saw him like this, atop a stool with flower garlands around his neck as he was hanging them along the wall. Abhishek Mehra aka Rockstar Abhi and flowers didn't go together. He usually didn't even gift flowers to his girlfriends. For Abhi flowers seemed like a awful gift that somehow made most girls giggle with delight which he never understood the rationale behind. It was gonna wither anyway. He preferred to give them gifts that could actually come to use, especially for special moments. Abhi smirked to himself. But at a wedding it was not safe for a guy to walk around doing nothing especially with all the aunties running around. One of them handed him a bunch of flowers and sweetly asked him to help with decorations. Now he could have easily sneaked off and threw the flowers to the corner as if he had never seen them but he had one little weakness. That was guilt. Abhi could not handle guilt at all. He would have felt horrible for sneaking off like that. Imagine if his daadi had seen him do that. So far Abhi had managed to stay away from his adorable old lady and her gang of matchmakers. Abhi knew he needed to be careful otherwise he would be hitched next. It already disturbed everyone that Rehan being younger than Aahil, Rahat and himself was getting married while they remained single. Every time Abhi's daadi wanted to get him married he sneakily pointed to Rahat since he knew Rahat was perfect husband material. Abhi himself, enjoyed his career and dating Tanu too much to tie the knot so soon. Tanu unfortunately could not make it due to an ad shoot and a part of Abhi, the mean side was kind of happy. He could not enjoy his bachelorhood due to his nagging girlfriend. When it came to Aahil, his many girlfriends kept him busy. But he was also on daadi's target list. As for the annoying flowers, what was the harm in helping. Since the dinner and all the rasams were happening at Aahil's hotel, everyone was called to check in here. Hence, the hotel needed to be dressed up to look pretty. The engagement would take place at Rehan's house and the wedding at his fiance's ancestral home. But one thing Abhi couldnt understand was the last minute decorations. What had Rehan's family been doing all week. They could have called on Rahat, Faiz and him for help. Rehan was Aahil's younger cousin and them being Aahil's best friends would have not so happily helped out. Abhi's younger brother Purab, on the other hand was enjoying a work and holiday trip with his new girlfriend Bulbul. Purab was into the one woman man concept and planned to introduce her to daadi soon. That was bad news for Abhi since the matchmaking would just get worse from then on. But nevertheless, he was happy for Purab and excited to meet Bulbul who was apparently a big fan of his music. "Remind me again why flowers are necessary for weddings", Faiz complained in a whiny voice. Faiz was Rahat's younger brother and patience was definitely not his thing. "Faiz stop complaining. You just started. We have been doing this for hours," Rahat said rolling his eyes. Faiz was a few years younger than Rehan who was the same age as Purab. Abhi and Aahil were exactly the same age and Rahat was two years senior to them. The three of them had gone to the same college in Delhi although Aahil, Rehan, Faiz and Rahat lived in Bhopal and Abhi and Purab lived in Mumbai. "I will be right back," Rahat said as he slowly got off the stool and walked off towards the refreshments. Rahat was the most responsible and level headed amongst all the men. He was a little quiet but women loved his silent yet gentleman aura. Abhi on the other hand could not understand how one could stay quiet for so long. "I want a drink too," Faiz exclaimed and before Abhi could say anything he rushed off. Damn it guaranteed Faiz was not coming back. Abhi looked at the nearly complete decorations. He needed a break too. Aahil had disappeared a while back and didnt return. Abhi was a little worried. Aahil was acting strange for the past week. At times he would be his sarcastic and fun self and during others he would seem like he is present but only physically. His mind wandered in some other world. Abhi wondered if everything was ok. After what he had discovered two months ago, Abhi knew Aahil needed time. He sighed and silently prayed for things to become normal again. He looked around to see that all his friends had left him. Abhi pouted and then rolled his eyes. Once he was sure that the last flower was secure in place, Abhi looked back to admire his work. Everything was fine except for that one corner. He leaned up a bit to fix it when he felt the stool slip from beneath his feet. Instead of steadying himself, Abhi leaned backward. Bad idea! He panicked as he feel himself falling so he closed his eyes. Worse idea since he missed the fact that he knocked someone with his arm and both of them went crashing to the floor.

Aahil Raza Ibrahim:

Indian weddings were a hassle and Aahil Raza Ibrahim was glad he had no one to drag him to the alter. All his girlfriends were well aware that the relationship was going to be fun but would not last long. Aahil made sure he went out with girls with similar thinking as him amd not the die hard romantics. Thankfully there are enough girls out there looking for fun and not clinging for love. He would not be able to deal with the guilt of one sided love. Love is an feeling Aahil could not afford to have. He could not drag an innocent into his life knowing that he cant offer any happiness. Aahil tried to ignore the harsh tug he felt inside his heart. He didn't deserve to be loved nor could he think of having a family. Though he had to admit, Rehan and Asma's love story was intriguing and he was happy to find a new friend in Asma. After all friendship was all he had. His two best friends Rahat and Abhi meant everything to Aahil. They were his only family and his biggest support. They had been with him through his best and worst. Rehan, Purab and Faiz also added the much needed brightness in his life. He couldnt imagine life without them. Aahil hated attachment but his two best friends gave him something to keep him in one place. Of course their families never treated him any different and always cared for him. Rehan was probably the only reason why Aahil kept in touch with his so called family. He could not let any family politics get in the way of him and Rehan. He enjoyed being with them and thats probably why he had no complaints about helping out with the wedding. But perhaps something about the overtly happy and jolly atmosphere made him realize the emptiness in his life. Everyone had a direction in life but where did he belong? The constant children buzzing around him and the rush screamed out and mocked him. It blatantly pointed out where he stood... Lonely and without anyone to turn to. He couldnt even start a family. The scars ran too deep and he couldnt imagine why any girl would want him as the father of her child or even as a husband to be with for a lifetime. Why? Not all questions had direct answers. Just like how Aahil never understood why his father hated him so much! Just the thought of his ways of punishing Aahil as a child send a chill down his spine. What had he done wrong? Why was it so hard to move past it all! He had people who cared for him then why did he feel so incomplete! Aahil knew this was not the time and place to think like this! He looked at the hotel, his hotel Jannat Palace that he worked so hard to run. Although his father's property was his by name, he wanted something of his own! Something that wont remind him of his horrid past. The hotel was his pride! The fact that Rehan chose it as the venue to lodge the guests and complete the many events involved in the wedding made Aahil smile. His friends always pitched in to help with this hotel. They put in as much work as him! Abhi would occasionally hold concerts, Rahat would bring his clients and the younger bunch made the hotel their hang out spot. Maybe life wasn't all that bad! As he was walking back towards where Abhi and the others were decorating, he heard his phone ring. He pulled put his phone and stared at the name flashing on the screen. Not today he begged to Allah silently. He clicked reject. A few seconds later it rang again. He sighed and accepted the call. "Yes" Aahil droned. He rolled his eyes as the voice went on and on. "I will be there next week". He shut the phone tight and just stared at the wall. If he hadn't retained some self control over the years he would have slammed his fist into it. Aahil felt the noise around him fade and any bit of life that was in him... diminish. Suddenly he felt exhausted. This happened each time she called. His mom... no his step mom. The one he had trusted the most in the entire world. The one who had made sure she killed every last bit of his humanity and happiness. Flashes of his childhood threatened to take over. Aahil swallowed back the lump in his throat and tried to push away the image. Her betrayal made everything worse! All her love and concern had turned out to be fake! His own father had given him a childhood of abuse while his step mom used her fake love to steer him in the wrong direction during his growing years. Only he had been too stupid to understand that all her love was for his money and not him. After finding the truth two months ago, life had changed completely. Though he still didn't let her know that the truth was no longer hidden, he planned to soon! Aahil wanted to end all of this once and for all! But it hurt knowing the truth. Now calling her "ammi" was painful knowing that word meant nothing for her but had meant the world to him. She meant so much to him. Only Allah knows what prevented him from becoming a monster. Perhaps the few good influences in his life were send by Allah to prevent him from becoming destructive. But he was still destroyed, scarred and blackened on the inside. Something that would never change. Aahil had managed to recover... Somewhat and used girls, alcohol and parties to distract himself. But the wedding atmosphere creates a strange feeling inside of him. If only his ammi cared. He can explain it to the world and even to his mind that he was fine. But his heart knew he wasn't fine. Aahil finished his drink quickly and walked in the opposite direction, away from the rest and towards his room to get some time to himself before getting ready for the dinner tonight. He prayed that he wouldn't run into anyone. But when he literally collided into a girl who was rushing down the hall and barely got to apologize before she ran off, he laughed at himself inwardly. When was he ever that lucky. When were his prayers ever answered!