Chapter 3

Tia

@Tiaraa

Hi friends,

I know I was being stupid by getting affected with the number of readers but I must say learning a good lesson by my friend here; I say, now I will do my work not because of getting appreciation but because I like it. I like writing and so I will play my part.

Thanks for making me understand this.

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CHAPTER 2

A new day, a new life and a new challenge that's what we called a superstar's life. If superstars have million of supporters he definitely would have at least thousands of critics. This critics when are in their boundary, they are count as a foe friend but when they crosses their limits, they are simply your foe. To make a star as superstar he/she needs to have critics so that he/she sticks his bottom to ground and plus the curiosity in them to learn and experiment new things never dies. Improvement and adaptation is a boon for an actor to survive in this industry. A star is in sky due to many hands holding it from behind. It's not one man show; it needs family, friends, colleagues and luck who plays their role behind the camera to make an ordinary actor as a star of the TV. Asad Ahmed Khan is no different, God may have deprived him from his real family during his struggle but still he had blessed him with someone whom he could call as his own.

When life had been busy playing games with Asad in cold nights of city. He found someone with who he shared his only source to keep him warmth. The piece of blanket lying on both was not enough to reduce the freeze but it surely had engraved memories of him with asad for a life time. That was their first meet on the road side of R.K studio. And their rendezvous bided them to an extremely unbreakable bond of love and emotions. Asad took ayaan as his younger brother where ayaan too began to address him as his bhaijaan. It was only three days later when asad met with ayaan's mother, she is a sweet and kind lady. Asad immediately felt an unknown bond between him and her and in their first meet itself he started calling her mother. Later, he found out that there were few more members added to the family ayaan's younger sister nazma and nuzhat. Nazma is married and she stays in Jeddah, Saudi Arabia and Nikhat is engaged with Imraan who is a small level chef in gulf country. Saudi is a birth place of Asad , many beautiful memories of him is from there and unfortunately many ugly memories too he gained from the same city. He was twelve when his father left his mother for a street hooker. He sharply remembers the pains and difficulties he and his mother have endured because of his father betrayal. But, his mother made sure to keep asad away from any problem or crisis. She was a hero to him, a real hero. If someone asks him to write a essay on someone who inspires him it is and it will always his mother. Asad when turned 14 his mother was caught with a viral local disease and felt incompetent to fulfill and take care of his son's needs due to which she finally made a decision and took asad to her mother's house. Asad never met someone as aged as her yet so enthusiastic and modern approach women like her. He called her dadi, she was 55 years and yet her presence could be remarked as a lively kid. Soon asad started feeling like a home there and dadi , dadi turned into his buddy. He teased her sometimes by talking to her like another male friend. Her kindness and cuteness could be easily judge as she learned few sign languages as what's up? Chillax...Cool dude ...rocks! Using fingers like what youngster like asad use to do. Asad mother illness got from bad to worse until one day she finally closed her eyes , to never open it again. The trauma of losing her mother although shocked asad but still he was able to get ahead of this, only because of his grandmother. With time and with love dadi took place of mother , father and best friend in the life of asad. He was happy very happy with her. When asad turned barely legal he started working at restaurants as waiters to reduce the burden on her dadi. Being a single guardian never she and nor her mother have ever realized him about the struggle and efforts they made just to make his life easy. He was born and brought up there, Mother have grown a weed of responsible and kindness in his personality which with time turned in to the strongest root in his nature. Dadi too was successful in giving him the best education and inculcated in him best qualities as much as possible.

Acting had interest him always since child hood. But he sealed his dream in to small bottle and threw it away as he decided to help his dadi first and rest things can come later. Dadi when knew this she pulled his ears before taking a oath from him to never stop trying to make his dream come true, and if his dream is acting than he must get to the highest peak possible there. Despite of lot of arguments put forth by asad, Dadi forced him to come to India and sincerely try to chase his dreams. He still thanks his dadi for being so supportive it's because of her he is where; he is now.

The search for the first step to grip his feet in industry was never easy. He was forced to sleep on roads , starving many times during his struggle . But things changed after finding ayaan. He found a new home here as well and soon he planned to get dadi here too. Actually it's been ayaan's and nikhat's idea to stay together like a family. And he was happy... no complaints just peace, bliss!

Asad looked at the cupboard on his left, glancing at each and every award with so much of proudness. How he wishes his mother could see this! But sometimes kismat ko qubool karna he raah hoti hai.." he whispered his dadi words looking softly at the last trophy in the row.

"bhaijaan , ap ready nai hue?" nikhat entered in the room , surprise to see asad still in his home clothes.

"haan bas main abhi ja he raha tha" asad said not meeting her eyes , afraid to make her see his tears.

"bhaijaan.." came a voice from other room.

"haan ..." asad replied signing nikhat a gestures which says let me see what happened to him' as he made his way towards his room.

Nikhat chuckled on hearing ayaan calling asad again..,. " bilkul bache hai ye, ya allah meri bhabhi bhej do bas" she sighed as she sent a small prayer to god looking up at sky.

Asad sighed and smiled looking at ayaan and his room. Ayaan is standing in the middle of the room fighting a battle with his sherwani which is jammed between his neck and face and both hands trapped in air too. Asad mentally did a face palm seeing his younger in this condition. "bhaijaan...!!" ayaan yelled again.

Asad let a small smile before he nodded his head in a no "yahi hu main!" he answered still amused with his brother.

agar yaha ho to please mujhe bahar nikaliye na.. mera hath fas gaya hai.." ayaan pleaded and yelled in pain as he tried to move his neck which is jammed on sherwani.

"apne size ki kyu nai pehente tum." Asad scolded as he walked towards him, picking up the clothes from floor and throwing in on bed as he made a way in his direction.

"bhaijaan... Kaha hai aap?" ayaan called asad again, annoyed and sweating because of minimum air passing inside the cloth.

Asad took ayaan's hand and scolded him to keep in straight while he checked behind his back just to see cloth of sherwan in messily collected behind in a cluster, stopping it to slide the dress down. Asad chuckled as he removed the clothes jammed from his body and helped ayaan to slide the sherwani properly till the end.

"(sigh) ho gaya" asad looked at his brother with a hand crossed his chest and other settling ayaan's hair to place.

"shukriya bhaijaan" ayaan squealed like a baby in happiness as he jumped on asad for a brother hug.

"pagal!" asad exclaimed dropping ayaan on floor again, he raised his hand and ruffled ayaan's hair while his lips broke a little more than a smile " chal ab jaldi tyaar ho ja, warna der ho jayegi" asad smiled again.

"or ammi bhi datne lagengi" ayaan pouted making asad laugh.

"datengi nai dat rahi hai!" came a voice from the door and asad and ayaan both stood up lowering their head like a school boy.

"haan, kya ho raha hai ye? Kya ho raha hai , haa?" dilshad asked to both as she pulled ayaan ears ; " ayaan tum kyu apne bhaijaan ko der karwane ke peeche pade ho..." she paused looking at the entire room. " ya allah ye karma hai ya dhobi gard...ye kya kiya ayaan itne kapde kyu faila rakhe hai?" she asked in shock her both hand cutely on her cheeks adding to the emotion of shock.

"wo..wo ammi...mujhe kuch acha nai mil raha tha?" ayaan answered and quickly covered behind asad for protection.

"acha nai mil raha tha matlab? Itne sare kapde to hai.." she said as she picked up few shirts in air indicating her point . Asad too quickly stood besides dilshad helping her to fold his shirts.

"kuch sikho isse, asad kuch sikhao ayaan ko, ayaan function tumhara nai asad ka hai, tum kyu dulha banna chahte ho begani shadi me?" dilshad said in a mocking tone but she smiled at him amused as he got occupied with the mirror again..

"ya allah asad... iska kuch nai hoga ...kuch nai ho sakta" dilshad said in a melodramatic tone. "ye ladka mujhe pagal kar dega ek din" she said pointing towards ayaan who was admiring his own beauty in mirror. Asad sincerely could not help but laugh as his eyes grew by the poses that ayaan made flaunting on his own features.

"Ammi..." ayaan said in a stretching the ammi more than require to give a childish tone.

"Function bhaijaan ka hai, per bhaijaan to mere hai na" ayaan said pulling his collar up , satisfied with his own reply.

Dilshad actually did a face palm looking at asad who tried really hard to not crack laughing in front of her, especially when she is annoyed. "asad meri ek baat manoge?" she asked and asad hummed in acceptance.

is pagal ke liye ek bhabhi le ao... Please" dilshad requested as she huffed in annoyance. Asad eyes immediately turned wide in shock while ayaan and nikhat scoff silently.

"ammi main..." asad started but was interrupted by nikhat who walked inside the room and stood right beside ayaan.

"haan bhaijaan hum eek bhabhi or ammi ko ek bahu ki sakt zarurat hai.." she turned to ayaan and winked at him..

"haan haan...sahi hai" ayaan blankly said as he thought inside we want a wife for bhaijaan or hum ishtehaar de rahe hai kisi post vacancy ka" he laughed on hi joke inwardly making nikhat scrunch her brow in confusion.

Asad looked at everyone is utter surprise as he smiled inwardly a little on his marriage topic, new way to ask to marry, bravo ammi' he whispered softly patiently waiting for a miracle to appear so that he could be saved from answering and like it happened , his prayers were answered and he heard a buzzing sound from his pants pocket.

"hello"

Ya yes... I am coming,

Yeah definitely... be right there in 15 minutes." He said as he cancelled the call and pulled back the phone from his ear sliding in his pocket.

"jana hoga, ap sab jaldi kijiye." He simply said seeking the opportunity to escape from the room; soon he left every one too got busy in reading themselves.

The event started with beautiful note and various performance of celebrity ended with cheers and applauses. Asad too had a performance with sara on a sensuous song "ang laga de" from Goliyo ki Rasleela' Fan drooled over their performance as ears got tired due to the constant clapping of fans even after their performance ended. He hosted the function with Sara again for couple of minutes and he was given awards for best personality for xyz channel.

It was kind of disappointment for the fans for not seeing asad awarded as best actor. And asad too felt the same; he could make out the dull faces of the audience on the name announcement of the winner. He tried to say something but was stopped by ayaan and ammi sitting beside him. He was annoyed and felt a little disappointment when he excused himself from everyone in order to get some fresh air. Ayaan suggested to come with him but asad denied as he said he want some time in peace.

The event finished by 12 and ayaan took ammi and nikhat with him towards the exit. He did not enjoy anything after asad left. He constantly was worried about his brother being a hot head he knew of what is asad capable of and he did not wished to see his brother in any kind of problem.

He quickly went towards door when a series of flashes made him go blind. He looked at the direction from where the flash lights are coming and saw that there are many people surrounded something and were yelling questions and hitting camera to click. it looked like a bee hives there and by the act he could guess there must be a some known celebrity there giving interview. Ayaan chuckled as he wished to see his brother again rather than to know details about who and whom on this celebrity. He walked past the crowd taking ammi and nikhat along with him.

"SHUT UP!!" he heard asad's voice behind him.

Ayaan quickly turned his head to the direction of the voice when he the crowd being separated and a man is slowly started to appearing.Ayaan eyes went wide in surprise and fear as he saw asad is the man the medio had surrounded and now asad is catching someone's collar shaking him hard. His eyes burnt with anger and he is cursing him with fowl words. Ayaan felt numb on his feet for few seconds from the scene that appeared his before. He then quickly ran towards his brother separating the camera man from asad's grip , helping the lady who too was trying to separate them. The media man looked like the ladies partner in report. Asad shrugged his shoulder off dropping ayaan's hand to his side as he pulled the man again landing a slap on his face.

Everyone were in shock and flash continued to blink on his face. Ayaan tried hard to stop asad but failed to make any difference. Suddenly the partner of the camera man came forward yelling asad's name " ganda kaam karne se bura nai laga... ab sawaal pooche ja rahe hai to haath utha rahe ho. Mr we are from media , bahot pachtaoge." The girl warned him as she tried to lift asad's hand from the camera man's collar.

Asad refused to obey her threatening and kept his grip firm but his eyes were on her, with anger and rage. The veins in his eyes have turned red because of the anger built in him.

"what...what did you say?" asad asked her in utter rage , breathing hard as his emotion were alarmed on high level.

"the truth Mr. khan, apke or sara ke beech nazayaz talukat hai"

"ZOYA!!"

she didn't even finished with her line even before she felt a cold ground on her sides, her cheeks stringed with sharp pain , her hand over her cheeks and her face to one side opposite to where the air had whizzed; where she felt immense pain arising in them.

Drop of salt water fell from her eyes on the floor when she finally managed to look at the face of the man in shock who gave her this pain with utter disgust and anger.