Chapter 7

Tia

@Tiaraa

CHAPTER 6

"nazma, I have made all the arrangements for you two to settle here. Take this passbook I have opened an account on your name, all money I have deposited in this." He showed a book in air and nazma nodded her head in yes, looking at the book; " if you need more I am just one call distance." He patted her head lovingly while he took another paper and a key out from his car ; " and this, this is a vacant commercial plot, and this is its key." He said handing over the keys to nazma ; " tell jiju to start his business the way he likes and he have all support of mine" he smiled looking at her.

Nazma looked at the keys and papers in her hand and her brows scrunched up with worry and sadness . she looked up at asad with tears while asad frowned with escape of water from her orbs.

"bhaijaan, thank you so much... ap nai jante ke apne ...-." Nazma wanted to give a good speech on ho she is in debt on his and how she owe him etc. but asad just interrupted in between, not wanting to hear something that would make him feel like stranger.

"bas, chup! Warna mar khaogi tum. Shukriya kehkar stranger ka ehsas dene ki sochna bhi mat" he warned her with a frown however it made nazma giggled just looking at his face. She touched her ears with both hands and whispered a quick sorry before giving asad a side hug. "bhaijaan!" nazma touched her forehead as she felt a hot on the portion where asad pecked her on.

She raised her hand and checked asad's temperature by his forehead and neck.

"ya allah bhaijaan!" she exclaimed in horror; "apko to bahot tez bukhar hai," she completed with a shocking expression.

Nazma took asad's hand and asked him to seat in his car and she quickly took her phone out dialing her family doctor number in saudi. Before someone could attend the call asad took the phone away from her hand; "bhaijaan - ye kya?" she said referring to snatching.

"main theek hu nazma, bas thoda sa thakaan hai." He tried to act jolly which made nazma do mental facepalm.

"ap theek nai hai bhaijaan, chaliye please doctor ke pas chaliye. Abhi" she actually hit the start on engine and ignited the car. Asad scoff looking at her with a soft smile; " nazma I will see doctor back in india." He said pointing at his tickets on dashboard flying with air and one corner tucked with paper weight

"khamosh rahiye aap, ap aj kaise ja sakte hai, ap rukiye humare sath yahi per aj ka din, you may go tomorrow if you want." She demanded and asad laughed on her concerned.

"zaruri kaam hai nazma ghar pe sab rah dekhte honge mere lautne ki, waise bhi aj ayaan ke khaas mehmaan ane wale hai" asad shared the information with a slightly inward twitch.

"ap kabhi humari koi bat nai mante bhaijaan, ammi sahi kehti hai, ap nikah kar lijiye kam se kam apki begum ki shayad suni jaye apse." She pouted crossing her hands across her chest.

Asad gulped on mentioning of nikah topic and like a super sonic speed zoya pop out from no where. He quickly shrugged his thought and apologized for not staying. After several sorries and apologies finally nazma accepted his sorry with a smile and also with candy floss. She munched on it getting out of the car as she crossed the road and wished him bye.

"khuda hafiz bhaijaan" she called out from other side concentrating on candy floss soft taste on her taste buds.

"allah hafiz, dhyan rakhna apna." He said as he drove the rented car away.

"ye AAK hai right?" a passenger from the crowd whispered looking at asad intently.

Asad felt a hole boring on his back which he always have experienced since he had turn in to star. Shrugging out the feel, he turned a little and smiled on the couple who were standing at a distance and staring at him intently.

Poor guy did not even know when his pitcher was taken and now that passenger was busy uploading pics on various social sites. Soon the news of asad on holiday in the name of illness got viral and had become the center of discussion on everybody's tongue.

"ye sab kya hai?" Akaash from XYZ channel called Tanveer and asked for the explanation on the pitcher and asad's whereabouts.

"ji, sir asad is in dubai to meet his family doctor, his afternoon shoot was cancelled that's why I allowed him to get a quick visit at his home medicinal."

"but your track is on kabir and simran separation right? you might need him to shoot further scene. Call him up now for late night shoot" aakash said with an authority which tanveer could not cut off in between. She just whispered a meek yes in response.

"and from now on , if shoot gets effected for any reason , please give me a call before your subordinates do. Am I clear?" he confirmed and tanveer again gave a quick nod; "yes sir, I will let you know from this onwards" she replied in apologetic tone.

"this is the highest ranking show on Our channel and I want no reason to spoil it. understand."

"ji, yes"

"ok than call him and set the shoot for night shift too" he repeated his order and disconnected the call.

Tanveer stared at the phone for few seconds and then pouting her lips in O she huffed at this man commands.

"hun!"

Asad reached home tired and weak . "ji haan, i reached home. OK tanveer I understand, but will be a little late. Is it OK?" he asked with a hope.

"yeah definitely just text me before you leave ok" tanveer replied checking on few schedules on paper.

"yes I will do that, thank you!" asad smiled ; " khuda hafiz" he wished her before disconnecting the call.

"hmm, allah hafiz" she said with that hitting the red button on screen.

"prasad, finalize the times and schedules dates etc with channels and also take the information with the maha episode when and where its going to be aired. After that please connect me to Mr chopra our directive head and also Hemant koli our editor before we check on our preparation for last time. OK?" she asked waiting for him to answer.

Prasad finished with jotting down instruction on notepad and checked with the list, nodding in yes with a hmm , with out taking off his eyes from the paper.

"very good, now lets get start to work." She said happily.

"ammi, itni preparations kisliye?" asad asked awestruck looking at the dining table which had almost all types of recipes sitting proudly in containers, while complete house smelled with tasty delecacies.

"mujhse nai ayaan se he puchlo" nikhat answered wiping sweat on her forehead while she struggled with cloth and other stuff to decorate the living area.

"kya ammi, itne se kaam, ke liye nikhat mujhe kabse sunai ja rahi hai" ayaan pouted walking at dilshad who just came out with two containers juggling one above the other. Asad left the bag back on the center table near the couch and walked up to her to catch up vessel before it falls. Dilshad smiled sweetly and sighed at ayaan's antic.

"zara sa kaam, puchiye mat bhaijaan inka zara sa kaam kitna hota hai." Nikhat said it louder with a huff gesturing a hand movement in circle all around the table to prove her point.

"pehle kehte hai, parathe banaiye kyunki unko shayad wo pasand aye, fir parathe bangaye to kehne lage ye nai unhe puri pasad aayegi. Puri ke sath sabzi banane lage to ek ke bad ek inki list badhti chali gayi" nikhat said in anger narrowing her eyes at ayaan.; "ayaan bhaijaan ne mujhe or ammi ko pura pagal kardala." She face palmed herself.

"wo to main dekh he raha hu." Asad chuckled walking at nikhat, giving a light blow on her face as she was irked by sweat on it. nikhat smiled tilting her chin up and whispered a thankyou while showing tongue at ayaan to tease.

"acha baba, bas kro tum sab. Ayaan tum jake naha lo, pure gande ghum rahe ho." Dilshad said looking at the while wheat powder in which he bathed that afternoon with an attempt to show wajid and nikhat , how to make chapati in less than a minute.but he messed it all.

"ammi, pehle in sahab se kahiye ke ye pehle kitchen saaf karne mein meri madad kare. Pura samaan faila rakha hai inhone subah se" nikhat complaint with a pout.

"haan ammi ab ap or nikhat aaram karenge or ayaan miya ap!" asad said with an inward smile; "ap khamoshi se kitchen ki taraf rookh kijiye or bahar sirf tab ayega jab apse kitchen pura saaf ho jaye." He declared while ayaan taped his feet on floor with a cry, " ye naa insafi hai bhaijaan" he complaint.

"bhai ab jo bhi hai, yahi hai." Asad smiled wided ; "or ap wajid inke sath ander jaiye or bataiye ke kounsi cheeze kaha or kaise saaf hoti hai." Asad instructed while dilshad and nikhat nodded their head together with acceptance.

"ek dum sahi bhaijaan." Nikhat clapped in praise; "teri to main rukh , bohot khush ho rahi hai" ayaan ran behind nikhat whereas nikhat ran towards the stairs with giggles.

Dilshad and asad looked at them with a smile, "asad tum bhi jake thoda aaram kar lo, ayaan ki dost ati he hongi." She said with a soft tap on his shoulder. "ji ammi" asad gave a nod before picking up the stuff he kept on table earlier and made a direct track to his room.

Later that evening,

"humaira, kaha ja rahe hai hum, kuch to kaho!" zoya shrieked as she was literally thrown away from rickshaw by razia behind her.

"ammi.." zoya said in a cry while looking at humaira which seems so over happy today.

"kya ammi? Do minute khamosh nai reh sakti hum zoya. Kaha na dawat hai, to bus chalo. Zyada media giri jhadne ki koshish mat kro tum" razia said pulling up her duppata over her head. She turned behind to pay the rickshaw fare while humaira walked in moon without caring of the two.

"humaiara? "zoya called her but than she felt a pull on her elbow and soon she was dragged by razia next to her.

Zoya felt her heart accelerate for no reason as they walked together inside the big compound.

"ye ghar, .."zoya pressurized herself to think, her eyes went wide and she pulled her hand back from razia; "ye to us akdu ahmed khan ka ghar hai, ya allah ap mujhe kaha le ja rahe hai." She said in shock her hands over mouth while razia and humaira watched her with a smile and hands on waist.

"tumhe ghar he le ja rahe hai, aise mat react karo ki tumhe hum kahi dozak me utar laye." Razia taunted and humaira giggled. "or waise bhi baji, hum pohoch to chuke hai, ab ap haan-na mat kijiye. Apko meri kasam, chaliye mere sath"

Humaira took her hand and walked happily near the entrance while razia busied herself setting her duppata over her ears, it was only zoya who pouted so hard that tears formed in her eyes, yet she could not leave not after humaira's sware."

"humaiara, ap aa gai" ayaan took big steps to reach to her; "ji hum sab aa gaye" razia poked her nose in between breaking the warmth feel of illusion in ayaan's mind 'oh how he wished she was alone here?' he thought. But than with a sad smile , he nodded in razia's direction. His smile soon got replaced with the burning eyes of zoya on him, he gulped hard while his legs trembled in fear. "ap bhi aye hai?!" he said more like crying on the fact.

"ji hum sab aa gaye." Again razia poked her nose while she searched something in her bag.

"haa, theek hai. Chaliye ap sab ander chalkr batein krtein hai." He suggested and two ladies nod while zoya face broke into cry he will paka throw me out of his house today! He will take his revenge for sure in some way. After all I have arrested him' zoya thought and her feet stuck on floor while she mildly resisted humaira to not take her in.

"ammi..." ayaan called dilshad who was standing with her back busy with the last touchup on decoration.

Dilshad turned and found ayaan with worry and nervous and funny smile on face. She raised her eye brow in worry to ask something when ayaan pointed behind him with a quick rotation of his lense.

"ya allah." Dilshad whispered taking a hiccups. Nikhat turned and gave the most funniest expression ever while razia and humaira smiled at them with dancing eyes. Zoya just crossed her hand across her chest and gave a nod, narrowing her eyes.

"Ammi, asad called from stairs.

"allah" everyone in khan's clan gasp in horror, while zoya gulped in fear and her hand traveled on her cheeks on its own.

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