Chapter 6

Tia

@Tiaraa

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As I promised I am updating it today itself. While I fear you all will get Pm's tomorrow only. Please forgive me for keeping you all wait.

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Chapter 5

"theek hai, bhaijaan mujhe abhi rakhna hoga, wo abhi ate honge" nazma said softly looking at the wall clock.

"hmm, theek hai nazma. Main sab sambhal lunga. Tum please iska zikar ammi se mat karna. I will arrange everything for you and jeeju. you just be relax and smile. I will reach there with money soon." Asad looked at the reciever before smiling on her "khuda afiz"

"fi-aman-ullah" he replied gently with his golden smile.

He got up from his seat picking up a book from the book shelf , he straightly walked towards his study table. He kept the book on the middle on table while he himself settled comfortably back on chair.

"bhaijaan" ayaan called him with a knock on door.

"aao ander" he said without turning at door.

"bhaijaan, wo naz...nazma-." Ayaan fidgeted with his finger while his tongue burdenised him with the unwanted demand he was going to put forth his elder brother.

"main sun raha hu , ayaan" ayaan said without taking his eyes of the page with a smile.

"bhaijaan, wo nazma ke shohar ...unka nuksaan hua hai. Wo ab kisi ke under kaam nai karna chahte" he looked here and there before developing courage to speak further.

"hmm.." asad simply hummed him, signing him to continue.

"wo humse madad maang rahe hai, I mean kind of help to set up his own business." He stopped , inhaling a deep breathe before starting the other line; "unhe paise ...-." He trailed of while lowering his eyes. Ayaan very well knew its hardly been a week where asad had arranged lakhs of ruppees to fulfill nikhat's inlaws demand before marriage and now nazma too is in need. He felt guilty on burdenising in asad so much. How he wish he would earn them? But being a struggling actor he did not have that much saving nor did him had any good and reliable contacts like asad whom will help him financially. The guilt of being incapable in fulfilling his need always had made him feel inferior in his own eyes no matter how hard asad have tried to not make him feel so , but there were few situation when reality overpowers everything, even love blind folds which he tied on his eyes.

Asad chuckled before closing the book. He turned behind to call ayaan next to him.

"intezaam ho chuka hai, tum fikar mat karo" he said in his assuring voice

"I am sorry bhaijaan." Ayaan said looking at his feet; "I know how much effort you are putting to keep everyone happy in my family. But sometimes its just feel over board , I feel that we are taking advantage of your goodness" he said in a low voice, ashamed to meet asad's eyes.

Asad got up from his seat and made ayaan sit on his place; " why are you even thinking like this? Isnt your my family, and if I am doing something to my family than what is wrong in it. by saying this you are prooving me a stranger ayaan. Don't I have rights on you all" asad asked in hurt. Ayaan slowly looked up at asad and nodded his head in yes ; " you do" ayaan said while a tears slip down his chin, "but its just that sometime...-." He started but was cut off by asad. "no more discussion, you don't need to worry about the loans I am taking. By god grace my carreer is going well. And if this growth keeps on adding to my carreer soon I will pay off all debts I have taken from everyone." He said with a sweet smile.

"bhaijaan, you know you are a very good person" ayaan said proudly looking at asad while asad trailed off the complement with a chuckle.

Asad got back to his drawer pulling a thin red book title Let your soul speak' he went back on his couch and leaning on it he took his book in air , tossing few pages until he found the desire one.

"bhaijaan, what are you reading." Ayaan asked flopping on the couch on the thin place beside asad's leg.

Asad stared at him with an incredible look and lined the title on the cover with his index finger , still holding the book in air. "oh, to ye hai." Ayaan said in a stupid gimic tone. Asad simply gave a nod while he slapped a fake smile on his face. With that he resumed back his line and paragraph on the page.

"bhaijaan... wo..." ayaan again stammered like a goat against the human skin while asad just rolled his eyes on his antics. He quickly shut the book close,while he sat straight and looked back at him in a question. "kya?" asad asked him in little above normal tone.

"wo, bhaijaan... mujhe apse kuch kehna hai." He said looking in to space. Asad's eyes grew with anxiety with the weird behaviour of his young brother.

"tumhe pata hai na, you can share anything with me." He said looking at ayaan, while his one hand travelled on ayaan's shoulder lightly.

Ayaan gave a nod before clearing his throat than with a courage he started ; "bhaijaan, wo main ek larki ke bare mein apse kuch kehna-." He left his last word hanging in air while asad smiled amused looking at the light shadow of red gripping on ayaan's cheek. He smiled again before clearing his throat to make ayaan speak; " bhaijaan, she ... she is my new friend. I met her the other day when you were bailed from custody" immediately asad's body tensed up on the bitter memory of last week. And the face of zoya poped out from nowhere in his front; he closed his eyes to wipe of the image while he tried hard to concentrate on ayaan's confession.

"bhaijaan wo , she is now my good friend, actually I am his friend... you know what I mean right." he asked while asad nodded in ausement. He was surprised positive ofcourse to see his bold and loud brother so shy and nervous on talking about a girl, he there itself knew what was coming next from ayaan , but he thought to let him finish first before jumping in to any conclusion. He calmed himself despite of the disturbing image of zoya and his moments rolling in a reel just before his eyes.

"wo , us din wahi thi. She is a big fan of your's bhaijaan and she wants to meet you. I have already promised her to fix a meeting between you two, and first time she was genuinely impressed by me and she hugged me too." Ayaan ended with walking in trance but quickly asad's eyes got him back to earth. "I really like her bhaijaan" ayaan ruffled his back hair with a stupid grin. Asad really chuckled hard while rolling his eyes on him again, "kal use bula lo ghar pe hum sab mil lenge" he said with a smile, and ruffled the upper har of ayaan lovingly.

"YES!!! Thankyou bhaijaan, ap to top ho, bhopal ki ek lauti hope ho." He quoted asad with one of his amazingly stupid line while asad gave a small laugh on his cuteness.

The day dawn with a beautiful smile on asad's face. He completed the serious novel just by turning pages. Not a single word have been registered in his raw mind and we could bet on it!

His mouth parted with a big yawn which he covered it behind back of his hand. He lazily then took his cell out and slided the lock , tapping few numbers in sequence before reaching out with other hand holding it over his ear; "hello." He said softly.

"yeah hello asad" the lady on other side replied with a soft smile.

"hi tanveer, I just want to say that I am not coming on tomorrow shoot, so...-." Even before he completed the rest of words were done by his director of the ongoing show Tanveer.

"don't worry asad, I will handle it" she said with an understanding smile.

"thanks a lot friend ." asad sighed happily with a smile.

"don't mention it, agli daawat tumhare ghar pe , deal" tanveer cheered up with a sweet purposal.

"deal." Asad laugh silently on other side. While he nodded his head in no " shukriya" he again added.

"khuda hafiz" she said while taping her finger over red tab.

"allah hafiz" asad replied while disconnecting the call.

Asad waited for few minutes then took his cell back in his palm and tapping certaing button on keypad he waited for the screen to show send. He kept the cell on table while he turned his feet towards the big golden balcony in his room. he rested his lids on peace as the cold breeze lingered on his face making him feel refresh and good.

His eyes turned against his closed lid while his lips regained the feel on her skin against them. He sighed as he touched them in a line, while involuntarily a smile tugged in them. "why?" he asked as his heart regretted the missed kiss on that fateful evening. He so tried to shut all the thoughts and fluttering of his heart on her name, but it happened, it had always been the same, which was the first reason why he wished to extend the relation to next level,until she messed it all. He scolded himself to not think about her, but his heart rebelled with a sharp pain. He touched them moving it to and fro with a grumpily while his other hand stretched on his diary to pen down his thought for today.

"hello, prasad, yeah its me tanveer." Tanveer said in an authoritive yet friendly tone.

"yes ma'm" he said in a formal and alert voice.

"prasad inform the cv's to cut shot asad's scene for tomorrow, he is not coming on shoot as he is unwell. And get those script of rest of artist on shoot, call sara and vaquar shaikh we will shoot their scene first, later part of asad will be done , once he returns." She instructed everything one by one to prasad and waited for him to recollect everything; " ok?" she asked to confirm.

"ok ma'm" prasad said with a nod confirming what she said.

With that she cancelled the call and rested the phone on table, while she adjusted her spects and worked on the schedule she adjusted for his friend on laptop. A few round of calls and finally her body rested on the chair itself.

"ap, kal yahi aa jaiye. Asad Khan ke ghar pe" ayaan said with a big smile.

"sachi?" the eyes of the girl on other side turned wide in happiness and excitement while ayaan just chuckled on her cuteness.

"to kal main apko lene aa jata hu. Ap aa rahi hai na?" he said with a thin doubt in voice.

"ofcourse aa rahe hai hum sab." She jumped in happiness and with that she invited her complete family at asad's home.

"haan, haan... apni family ke sath aa jana tum. To main khud aao tum sab ko lene" he asked with a funny expression. His dream was burst of getting cozy moments with humaira. Yes humaira is the one who has steal this tough body crazy soul's heart.

"ji haan hum sab apka intezaar karenge! Ap kitne baje aa rahe hai?" she asked excited

"I will pick you all at 8. Ok" he said waiting for her positive answer.

"ji, I will wait for you." She blushed for ayaan , it was the first time she had smiled and gave anyother reply other than a breif glare; and ayaan may not be physically present. But he was very well aware of her lips twiching with the faint line and shallow breathing because of blushing.

"allah hafiz"

"khuda hafiz" he said while hugging a pillow beside him.

"bhaijaan you are the best" ayaan whooped as he threw the pillow in air than caught it back , hugging it tight.

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