It was now evening, aiza was sitting in the car in a daze, her car was parked in front of a really big and luxurious building, she kept staring at the building she knew she had to go in but she just couldn't find the strength to do so, she had waited and waited hoping maybe just maybe her daughter will have mercy and she'll come back.. But only to be disappointed later on after receiving another call from her youngest son who told her, maybe her daughter shiza had went out of the country which made it impossible for them to find her.
Aiza took a deep breath as she drove her car into the parking lot and parked it there, she came out of the car with her head filled with thoughts maybe it was her last time being in this car what if she stepped in but never stepped out of this building.. what would happen now! Everything depended on her fate, maybe if they had mercy they can at least leave her alive even if it meant leaving her with one limb.
While thinking of this she had already walked into the elevator, aiza pressed the button of the floor she was going to go, she also was quite sure that the secretary might have already informed his boss about her arrival, and thinking of him knowing about her arrival made her face a little pale but still she took a deep breath.
Aiza didn't even realize when she arrived on his floor but again how could she when she was in her thoughts the whole time.
The elevator's door opened but everything was really unexpected... she didn't expect the whole floor to look like this, the whole floor was clean and steady it didn't look like an office but rather a luxurious hotel suite Aiza looked a bit surprised before her expression paled again after remembering what she was doing here, she stepped in without waiting for anything else because she knew he wasn't a really patient person he liked people who valued time.
She guided herself to the office and lifted her hand to knock on the door but... "come in.. " his voice came through... Her heart dropped immediately but she stepped in nevertheless as not to make him wait more...
*silence*
This was the only word that could describe the atmosphere in the room.
Aiza stood in the doorway looking at the two men in the office, an older man with white hair, gray eyes and a quite handsome face he may have been old but one could tell he was probably a Heartthrob in his younger age, a really stern expression was plastered on his face... The elder was sitting on a office chair doing his work while a young man probably in his early twenties was eating an apple while sitting comfortably on a sofa that was placed inside the office, the young man had gray eyes with chestnut brown hair he had feminine yet sharp features, a clean face, and not to forget his clear skin that made one want to bite on it... anyone could tell they both were related.
"what is it, you have come here for?" sultan shah's voice was what made her come out of her daze she looked at the older man and wanted to say some words in her defense first but immediately swallowed her next paragraphs when she heard his next words "get straight to the point... I don't want to waste my time".
Despite wanting to say say something in her defense she choose to get straight to the point... "I-I.... I-about the... Wedding.. I-.. " just as she mentioned the wedding the old man suddenly turned his gaze towards her as if the word wedding made him interested.. Even the young man that was sitting on the sofa straighten up his face turning serious.
"wedding?... Hmm what about that?" the old man asked, Aiza gritted her teeths secretly, two intense gaze stared at her, like if she opened her mouth she wouldn't even have the time to close it before bidding farewell to the world.
Nevertheless she spoke up "I'll like to terminate the wedding" Aiza immediately lowered her gaze not wanting to look at their reaction but what she expected didn't come instead she was met with a "why do you want to terminate it" the old man was calm too calm that it was slightly terrifying he almost looked like, the topic he was talking about didn't even concern him.
Aiza opened her mouth and closed it again trying to come up with a reason, she surely couldn't tell them about her daughter running away but she could still tell a white lie that wouldn't harm anyone, just as she opened her lips again to spout out the lie... "i hope you know.. It wouldn't take me more than ten minutes to know about the truth" the old man was truly a sharp one without even her saying anything he already catched on her lie, Aiza's face turned red with embarrassment.
She know knew she couldn't tell a lie so the only thing that was left was to tell the truth, Aiza felt bitter in her heart as she opened her mouth and told them her humiliating secret "i... I'm...Sorry but my... D-daughter has run... Away".
Surprise flashed on the old man's face that was always cold, but what she didn't expect was he didn't do anything or said anything till a minute later..
"... shouldn't you get going now..." his tone was too cold and his eyes held only indifference, Aiza wanted to believe he will let her go just like this but at the same time she could tell he wasn't a man who would let her go, she immediately racked her brains trying to find something she could use in her defense that's when...
"W-wait... Mr shah even... If my daughter has run away.. We... We can still proceed with the wedding" she said nervously, at this point Aiza herself didn't know what she was actually talking about but she was a human and humans have strong surviving instinct.
Sultan lifted his gaze again with a little interest "proceed? didn't you want to terminate it... And how can a wedding go on without a bride...huh?"
while showing them a insincere smile Aiza bitterly said "Mr shah please don't take it to heart... I was too immature earlier to say to terminate the wedding so I decided to reflect on my behavior and also my daughter's... I would like to marry my niece to your grandson... As a compensation to you.. " she was really praying in her 'please old man please just take the bait'.
"niece? Huh? How old is she... " the old man was intrigued by the offer so he asked her casually about the age, probably she would be at least twenty was what he thought but he didn't expect "seventeen... She's seventeen... " Aiza's heart was pounding while telling this...
The old man was shocked "so you want your seventeen year old niece to marry my twenty five years old grandson..."he looked at her like she was a mad woman.
"No... No... It's not like that... She's going to be eighteen In two months.. So please do not worry...about it" finally he was relieved, this time he didn't object but rather said "than go and talk to her... If she agrees than we're ready and if she doesn't we can just terminate the wedding." his tone was ambiguous at the end like he hinted at something.
Aiza without wasting any time bolted out of the office, not caring about manners or shit. Her happiness was visible on her face as she hummed while taking the elevator.
On the other hand hassan, who was there from the start to the end also walked out of the office immediately texting someone, as he felt a burst of excitement in himself.
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"So this is what actually happened, hmm" Irtaza Hussain shah had a calm expression as his younger brother told him every little thing he could, what made him feel disbelief was that his grandfather didn't even bother to tell him anything about his wedding or how the bride was getting changed, his Grey eyes were staring out of the large window while he stood there all styled up in his black suit, his hair were the same color as Hassan, anyone could tell they were relatives from their similar features, Hassan had feminine yet sharp features but on the other hand irtaza had an extremely beautifully carved face his features were gorgeous just like an entity, his tan and slightly muscular arms were beautifully decorated with tattoos as his cuffs were neatly folded, he was standing tall at 6'2 with his body hidden in his suit.
Irtaza had nothing to say or complain to anyone when his grandmother had him already promise her he'll get married this time, even if he didn't want to.. He had to, everyone else also wanted him to get married so he didn't object at first he also saw the girl she was quite beautiful but now after knowing how she run away and another girl was replacing her that too a really young one, he felt like a clown, it hurted his ego knowing his bride run away, what face would he have shown to everyone with this stain on him... He really urgently wanted to get rid of it.
Hassan stayed silent as he stared at his older brother, he saw his brother in deep thoughts so he choosed not disturb him but Rather wait for him, Hassan just sat there on a chair, simply looking at the ceiling with a bored expression his brother was really taking a lot of time, at this rate he might really doze off.
"Hassan?" he was pulled out of his daze by his brother's call. Irtaza
Just when he thought his older brother was going to take his anger on him, Hassan heard a sound of metal being put down on the glass table "Hassan, i want you do a thing for me.... Before my vows with my bride are finished". Hassan froze his heart thumped because he could tell it wasn't anything good if his brother was saying it like this "G... G..bhai" he stuttered.
[yes... Yes.. Brother]
"good" Irtaza ruffled Hassan's hair. Hassan was somewhat overwhelmed like his brother didn't scare him a moment ago, he stayed obediently till his brother walked out of there.
irtaza turned towards the door and stepped out, his patent leather shoes collide with the floor with each step he took, making a loud sound, he walked away with no interest in his mind about his new bride.
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 plastered on his face.
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Only the sound of clock was heard in the office, before suddenly Hassan stood up grabbing the gun, and loading it he whispered . "if this is what bhai wants, than let's finish her".
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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 different personas, similar faces and one old one young... "son, are you dissatisfied with the arrangement of your marriage" sultan asked, he was sitting on the sofa 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".
[agha jaan: a title for a respective male elder]
"well.. you should also 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 poorly..." the old man spoke proudly.
"since you're not.. like your father..."
*silence*
Oh well the old man realized a little late.
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