Chapter 18 Day 4 - Aahil's FeelingsIt was nine in the morning. Aahil was called down to Zayn's room by Zayn himself. Aahil knocked on his door. "Come in." a voice said. Aahil opened the door to see Zayn dressed in a fancy cream and gold sherwani with a velvet red vest on. "Wow, Zayn. Fancy look!" Aahil exclaimed.
"I know. That's why I called you. Nikkah is tomorrow. And I'm not sure if I should wear this one for the nikkah or for the reception afterwards."
"Where's the other one?"
"Right there...on the bed."
Aahil saw a red sherwani on the bed that had gold embroidery work on it. "I think this one would look best for the wedding. The red one will look good in the night."
"Good idea. Besides...cream is Aaliyah's favorite color."
"Then that's perfect! After all...its your wedding day...so it should be memorable. Are you nervous?"
"Of course, Aahil! Married life is more different. There's more responsibility involved. But for Aaliyah...I'm willing to do anything."
"That's good."
"By the way...how did you feel when you got married to Sanam?"
Aahil stumbled upon Zayn's question. His mind was unsure of what to say. "Well...its hard to say, "Aahil said. "I didn't even think that-."
"That you could be a good husband," Zayn completed. "Right? I get that. Married life seems scary with its new levels in a relationship. But all that means nothing...when you're with the right person. Right?"
Aahil pondered over Zayn's words. "Right?" Zayn repeated. Aahil came back to his senses and said, "Yeah."
"Anyways...I'll see you downstairs. We'll play a game of golf, okay?"
"Sure."
Aahil left Zayn's room, thinking to himself Zayn's talk reminded me of something...what was with Basanti last night? As he continued to walk down the hall, Aahil bumped into Sanam who was coming out of her room. Aahil's hands had held onto her shoulders as their paths crossed each other. Sanam looked into his eyes as he had looked into hers. He let his grasp off of her, but couldn't stop staring at her.
Sanam was about to walk away until Aahil said, "Wait a minute!" Sanam stopped, confused. "What?" she asked. "Do you need anything?"
"I have something to ask you."
"About what?"
"About last night. I told you didn't have to dance since you weren't feeling well. You never even wanted to do another duet. So why did you do it then?"
"That...well...it was just a matter of pride. You were talking as if I'm too chicken to dance with you! I just wanted to prove you wrong! That's all!"
"What?! That is so stupid!"
"What stupid?!"
"How childish can you be?! I said that since you were sick!"
"Well I got better anyway! And even if I did say no, you would've danced anyway!"
"What?! Wait...oh...I get it now."
"What?!"
"You knew Nazriya was going to replace you as my dance partner for the duet."
"Yeah...so?!"
"So...you were...jealous?"
"ME?! Jealous?! My foot!"
"Why?"
"Because...because...that's just how it is!"
Sanam struggled to answer back to Aahil while Aahil looked at her confused. Sanam then left in a haste while Aahil looked on at her as she walked downstairs. So...that's it..., Aahil thought to himself. Basanti was actually jealous.
In the dining room, Aahil, Sanam, Zayn, and Aaliyah were all seated together at the dining table for breakfast. As they were eating breakfast, Aahil was constantly eyeing Sanam while Sanam was eyeing him back as they both were eating. Zayn and Aaliyah were even noticing their behavior as well. "What's going on here? A staring contest...or admiration?" Aaliyah asked jokingly. Aahil and Sanam looked away from each other, both embarrassed while Zayn and Aaliyah chuckled. As they finished eating, two men dressed in blue suits came in the dining room. "Hey guys!" Zayn greeted. "Aahil, I don't think I introduced you. This is Asif and his brother Akram. Asif is one of my business partners. He's been busy lately so he's only been able to come now for the wedding."
"Hello." Aahil greeted.
"Nice to meet you," Asif said. "And sorry, Zayn. At least we'll be here for the wedding itself."
"Hello." Akram said to Sanam.
Sanam turned to Akram who was standing right near her. Aahil looked at both of them. "Hello." Sanam said. Akram stared at Sanam with a weird attraction in his face which made Aahil suspicious. "Uh...why don't we all go outside." Zayn said.
"Sure." Akram nodded. As he followed Zayn, Asif, and Aaliyah, he couldn't stop looking at Sanam as she walked passed him, feeling uncomfortable. Aahil stood from the dining table, giving a displeased look on his face. That Akram guy isn't right. He's acting strange around her, Aahil thought to himself. I'll have to keep an eye on him.
On the other hand, at the palace, Aslam was sitting at the throne with pride. "I'd like to say a line right now...I'm the king of the world...but that wouldn't be right. As I am not officially king yet." Aslam said. Just then, Aslam's men had brought Emperor Altaf to the room by handcuff. "Take off his handcuffs." Altaf ordered the men. The men unlocked Emperor Altaf's hands and stepped back away from him.
Altaf stood up from his throne, taking out a gun from his hand. "I was hoping it wouldn't come down to this. But you leave me no choice. I thought torturing you in prison would make you reason with me. But now...enough is enough," Aslam said as he walked around Altaf and then stopped in front of him. "All I have to do now...is kill you on the spot. And then...Aslam saab, notorious don, becomes Emperor Aslam...just in a matter of seconds. Everyone in the kingdom thinks your on holiday. Reality is soon to dawn upon them."
"Go ahead. Kill me. It won't change the next in line for the throne."
"You mean...Princess Sanam. Sanam is not here. And besides, she isn't your own blood. So that's not possible."
"It is."
Aslam looked at Emperor Altaf with a confused look on his face. Emperor Altaf handed a scroll to Aslam that he took out from his pocket. Aslam took the scroll and began to read it. "I guess I should have shown this earlier. This degree which I have kept with me states that after my death, all power, property, and leadership shall go to Sanam, my adopted daughter. By which, she would then become Empress Sanam."
Aslam cringed at the document. "How can you do that?! She isn't of real royal blood!" Aslam shouted.
"That doesn't mean anything. And even if you kill me, as long as Sanam is alive...you can never take over." Aslam hit the edge of the throne in anger. "Take him away!" Aslam ordered his men. The men took Emperor Altaf out of the room. Aslam sat on the throne in anger. My time has been wasted with Aahil and Rehan being in charge of that girl! I'll have to kill both my brother and her then! Aslam thought to himself. But then, his eyes beamed. Wait...I have an even better idea than death, Aslam thought. One that can't be refused...especially from Sanam. And this can all go into action...once Aahil is done at that wedding tomorrow.
Back outside at Zayn's residence, Zayn was on the gold field, ready to play, while Aahil, Asif, and Akram stood on the outside of the field, watching. Sanam sat down at the bench with Aaliyah, talking with her. As they were busy talking, Akram was constantly staring at Sanam with lustful looks. Aahil was busy watching Zayn play while Asif noticed Akram's staring. "What is it, Akram?" Asif asked Akram.
"Just looking at that girl with Aaliyah." Akram answered. Aahil heard Akram's words and turned to him and Asif who were both oblivious that Aahil was looking at them.
"Why?"
"Just look at her! Khamaal lagre hai! Kya baal hai, kya aankhein hai uske. Soni hai woh."
"Stop looking, Akram. This is why I didn't want to bring you here. You're always looking at girls like this."
"But she's a special one. Very easy to trap it seems. I think I'll make a try then."
Aahil became furious, hearing Akram talk. Having had enough, he grabbed Akram by his arm and punched him in the face. The punch had shocked everyone, even Sanam. Aahil then pulled Akram by the collar of his shirt. Zayn ran towards Aahil. "Whoah! Calm down, Aahil!" Zayn exclaimed. "What happened?!"
"Zayn, tell this man to shut up! The way he talks is disgusting!" Aahil shouted.
"I'm sorry, Aahil," Asif apologized."Akram is just-"
"Your brother is sick!" Aahil shouted at Asif. "Never seen such a low life before!"
"What happened, Aahil?!" Aaliyah asked as she stood up with Sanam.
"Do you even know who you're talking about?! SANAM IS MY WIFE!" Aahil shouted at Akram. "How dare you-"
Before Aahil finished his sentence, he had realized what he had just said. His statement shocked Sanam. "I'm sorry!" Akram cried. "I didn't know! I'll never look at a girl like that again! Please!" Aahil let go of Akram's collar. He stood aback, shocked at what he had said. He left the gold field in a haste, eyeing Sanam who looked at him as he walked away. Did I hear what I think I heard? Sanam asked herself. Did he really just take me as his wife?
Aahil went up to his room, shutting the door. He sat on the bed, putting his hands to his head. What's with me? Was I merely angry because of the way he was looking at a girl and talking of her? Or because...he was looking and talking about Sanam that way? Aahil asked himself. Did I actually feel...jealousy...for the first time in my life?
Aahil stood up from the bed. He walked towards the mirror. Aahil looked into the mirror with a stern look on his face with deep concentration on his mind.
Aahil...you're changing...and you never change, Aahil thought to himself. Why? Has that one girl really changed me so much ever since this job has started? Am I...am I actually having...feelings for her?
Edited by meryl97 - 11 years ago
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