*silence*
This was the only word that could describe the atmosphere in the room.
SULTAN SHAH stared at the woman that was standing in front of him with her gaze lowered.
Gray eyes, white beard, a pale skin, a hint of anger was visible in the gray eyes of the old man, as he tried to process the words of the woman.
After seeing his grandpa didn't speak for a long time, HASSAN ZUBAIR SHAH the second grandson, finally says "agha jaan, what should we do now?... Bhai ki shaadi kuch ghantoon ma shorro ho rahi ha".
[agha jaan: a title for a respected elder]
[brother's wedding is going to start in some hours]
"what should we do now.... We can't find the bride in an hour and also cannot arrange another one in such a small time.... Should we postpone the wedding than?" Hassan hesitately spoke the last words, he was standing near the desk of his grandfather's office.
A glare from his grandfather was enough for hassan to shut his mouth.
Sultan shah, who was silent from the start finally spoke up "The wedding will start in some hours
... And aiza sikandar. i. Want. A. Bride. In. My. Grandson's. Wedding. Be. It. Your. Daughter. Or. Any. Other. girl. From. Your. Family"
His voice was commanding, his sharp Grey eyes looked down at her like a predator.
aiza could feel ghoosebums, even Hassan straightened his posture after hearing his grandpa's tone.
Aiza sikandar adjusted her fearful expression and tone before speaking in a calm tone "Mr shah.... I am sorry to disappoint you - - but there's no girl in my family that's at the age to marry".
Sultan raised his left eyebrow "what is the age of the oldest girl in your family?".
A thin layer of sweat was visible on her forehead, as she heard his words.
"My niece is sixteen... While the other girls are all under ten" there was some hesitation in her voice.
"Good, get her ready for the wedding" a emotionalless reply was all she got in response.
"W-what?" aiza's voice cracked slightly, her knees felt a little weak from the pressure.
Sultan shah didn't even spare her a glance as he started walking to his chair "you already heard, what I said.... I excepted better from you... Aiza sikandar... But you already broke my trust".
"i am giving you a second chance,
your choice.... save your family and career or save your nephew" his voice was deep and calm unlike an old man.
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"This is what happened bhai" Hassan explained to his older brother a little bit nervously.
IRTAZA HUSSAIN SHAH had a calm expression on his face, he was standing tall and straight infront of the large window, all styled up in his blue suit for the wedding.
Irtaza stayed silent for sometime. "So, agha jaan is getting me married to a kid".
"no bhai.. It's no--" Hassan immediately shut his mouth, just as his sights landed on his older brother's raised hand, indirectly his older brother was telling him to shut up.
"hassan"
Irtaza called out, his commanding tone matched that of his grandfather's.
"even if you're my brother, I don't like someone interrupting me".
Hassan gulped, he was sitting on the chair like a child who had done something wrong "sorry bhai.... I-i didn't mean to.... I just wanted to.... Mhm tell you that bhabi is not that young, enough to be called a kid".
[bhabi: sister in law]
Irtaza raised his left eyebrow "bhabi?... " his questionable gaze made Hassan feel more nervous and small "w-well.... Bhai... Since you're gonna marry her...I should call her bhabi, right?".
What come as a response was silence, irtaza didn't utter a word, just stared down at Hassan with a intense gaze. Hassan avoided looking at his brother's face.
Just when he thought his older brother will scold him, Hassan heard a sound of metal being put down on the glass table "Hassan, i want the work Done.... Before my vows with my bride are finished". Hassan froze for a moment, processing his brother's words, before saying "o-okay bhai".
"good" Irtaza ruffled Hassan's hair. Hassan was somewhat overwhelmed his brother didn't scold him.
"I'll be going now... " irtaza turned towards the door and stepped out, his patent leather shoes collide with the floor with every step he took, making a loud sound.
Hassan waited till the sound of the steps faded away before raising his head to look at the glock 43x on the glass table, a blank expression was visible on his face.
*tick*
*tick*
*tick*
Only the sound of clock was heard in the office, before suddenly Hassan stood up grabbing the gun, he loaded it.
"if this is what bhai wants, than let's get to it".
Hassan whispered.
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The wedding hall was full of guests yet, there was no sign of main guests. There were no people present from the groom's side nor from the bride's side.
More than fifty guards were guarding the enterance, not letting anyone in without the invitation. the security was tight on all over the mansion.
Expensive cars were coming in from the big golden gate but only after guards had checked their invitations, the cars drove to the mansion before important people came out and went inside the mansion, joining other guests.
On the top floor of the mansion, inside a room were two people, both had a different persona, different faces yet radiated similar energies.
"son, are you dissatisfied with my arrangement of your marriage" sultan asked, he was sitting on the couch with a wind pipe resting in his hand, he smoked on it, stroking his white beard a bit.
Irtaza had a somewhat gloomy expression "agha jaan, me being dissatisfied or not even knowing my bride name does not matter... when the wedding is going to happen no matter what...". A chuckled escaped sultan's lips "well... That's also true".
"but.... Son, you should know i don't expect less from you"
"i know, no matter how much dissatisfied you're with this marriage... You wouldn't treat your wife bad.." the old man spoke proudly.
"you're not like your father..."
*silence*
The old man finally realized what did he actually said.
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