The dinner was a quiet affair. Everyone concentrated on their plates, although their hunger had disappeared somewhere into the thin air. Everyone knew how strict Dad was at times, they did not want to upset him further by leaving the dining table without eating. Everyone managed finishing their dinner... except him. He kept playing with his food when finally Dada got up, keeping his finished plate aside, and went into his room without saying a word.
Usually, dinner time was family time, the whole family would catch up on events, and discuss the happenings of the day or week whatsoever. Asad would usually remain quiet though. He was different... rather indifferent.
He hadn't been able to take some of the happenings in his childhood too well, resulting in his cold, absurd, indifferent behavior. He wasn't very social, nor was he jolly or carefree. Work and logic came first for him, he had his own conditions with life. To him love and fun were all secondry. All that mattered to him was money, Power and family, and he had all that. He didnt accept the fact, but he had gotten used to this routine of the family, and acually enjoyed dinner time.
Laiba's inclusion in the family had brought the family back to life. He thought his life was complete and that he needed nothing more. Until that fateful day. That fateful day when he laid his eyes on her. The meaning and purpose of his life suddenly started to change. But he could not let that happen. He could not, so he suppressed his thoughts and inner desires within him, and proceeded with life. Little did he know that She would still enter his life and turn it upside down.
After dinner, he went to his room and sat on the recliner. His elbows on his knees, his palms covering his face. He rubbed his eyes a little. He was tired. He lay down on the recliner. He knew he wouldnt get sleep. Not tonight. Instead, he would get into a trance, Another trance... a trance from the past. And that is exactly what happened. He closed his eyes, and let himself be taken away with the splash of memories.
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"Asad Bhaaijaan! Bhaaijaan?!" Ayaan's voice echoed through the hallway.
"I'll call you back in a while" Asad uttered in his bluetooth and looked behind him to find an overly enthusiastic Ayaan entering through his room's two-door entrance.
"Whats wrong man, Ayaan?" Zaroon asked irritated at his brother's intruding arrival, and that too with so much energy, when all his energy had almost completely drained after that horrendous meeting with that good for nothing horrendous son of Mr. Horrendous Javed. Mr. javed would ALWAYS make sure to ask the most minute irrelevant details about the project and his company, exuding the already much less patience in Mr. Asad Ahmed Khan, and, not to forget, his son was no less.
"Whats wrong with youuu, angry young man" Ayaan retorted, stressing on the 'angry young' part.
"I had a meeting with Mr. javed's son" He said, making that familiar, signature annoyed face.
Ayaan chuckled. "Hmm, well that explains. But what I came here to say was, Asher bhai's sherwani is already here, and so is yours, but the designer is doing some panga with bhabi's dress, and ammi asked me to ask you to deal with it"
Asad was going through a few files, the bluetooth still fixed in his ears.
"Hmm" he said without even glancing Ayaan's way, totally buried in the file with the unhampered mumbling of what looked like numbers, to Ayaan.
Ayaan shook his head looking at the once very chilled, away from work, lazy Asad Bhaaijaan, who now, was a changed man, a workaholic, although he wasn't any less popular with girls still, and he did get his share of 'passing time' with girls, he had still come a long way from what the real Asad Ahmed Khan was, back in the college/university days, when he used to be in boarding school, for high schooling and Asad would make it a point to meet Ayaan every week, which by the way, was just a bit more than 4 years ago. Ayaan knew his biological dad's doings were the most significant and one of the biggest reasons for Asad's change, but noone dare bring the topic out in front of him.
Asad silently walked out of the room.
It was Asher and Laiba's mehndi night. Music, dhol, laughter, colors and lights all over the place. The Khan family had made sure that there wasn't a thing lacking in the arrangements.
Asad came down the steps to be greeted by a gargantuan crowd. The women all colorful. Some looking beautiful, some extremely fake, with ample amount of makeup on them looking like they were sitting in maquillage for the past 72hours. The guys all looked soothing to the eye. The girls and guys had followed a color-coded theme to look a bit uniform. The guys all had a red ascot around their necks, and the girls all wore a red dupatta, matching with their respective suits. Asad didn't want to wear the ascot, but he had no choice, he had to. As he came down the last step, he took one end of his stole and threw it up his other shoulder, when Ayaan spotted him, and he started walking towards him.
"Yaar, Bhaaijaan, Zoya's lost somewhere, she just called and said she couldn't locate the street, i think she's somewhere on The 4thAvenue"
"But The Avenue is just beside this street..."
"I know" he immediately cut him off, "but i dont know which back alley she has turned to, that she can't spot the 5th Avenue. I need to go inform chachi that everyone's here, so that she can start with Laiba bhabi's rasms." Ayaan said it all out in one breathe, it was quite evident he was in a hurry.
Asad nodded, holding Ayaan's shoulder and pressing it just a bit, slightly, in assurance. "Dont worry, i'll go get Humeira's sister here, you take care of things here"
"Thanks bro" Ayaan hastily returned his act of reassurance, by pressing Ayaan's shoulder, and hurrying upstairs.
But wait! Asad couldnt even bring his thoughts out in the form of words as Ayaan hurried through the crowd of people and up the stairs. That stupid dumb hasty yet beloved brother of his hadn't even told Asad Zoya's car number. He hadn't even seen Zoya in a while. 4 years precisely... when Ghaffur uncle had found out about his daughter from a previous marriage. He only vaguely remembered her, because just when Ayaan started high school and he started university, Zoya had gone to stay at her Baji's place, in Dubai after her sister's husband died in a car accident, Her dad, Ghaffur uncle wanted Zoya to be staying with them, but she said she was content she found her dad, and that her sister needed her now. Now she had come back, forever probably or for the wedding. He cursed in a non-serious way because of Ayaan's haste, took the keys and ran out, driving towards the 4th Avenue, in search of Zoya.
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