𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

Sabr is when your heart burns

But you remain silent.

A A H I L -

He shot the gun on his target, and in the next second his enemy was lying in a pool of blood. He turned back while rolling his sleeves and glared at the two biggest idiots in his eyes.

Asher and Haris.

They both looked at each other and gulped nervously seeing the soul piercing gaze of Aahil.

"Who the hell told you both to do this?"

He yelled at them, he pointed the gun at Asher which made Asher and Haris both to gulp their saliva.

"Bhai, main saga bhai hun apka, aise na kariya abhi toh meri shaadi bhi nahi hui hai."

Asher said almost crying dramatically.

Aahil rolled his eyes at their drama and then looked at haris who was looking at him with so much emotion in his eyes.

"Haris, how many times have I told you to not get yourself involved in these matters, it will risk your life."

Aahil said pointing off the gun at Asher, haris looked at him and haris wiped his tears which were falling from his eyes.

"Aahil Bhai, don't I have the right to find out my parents' murderer? Didn't i have the right to find out where is my my elder sister?"

He said, Aahil could sense he was burning in revenge, his eyes were having a pure rage. He sighed and hugged him.

"Nahi mere sher, you have all the rights but you have to understand if something happened to you then how you would punish your parents murderer?"

Aahil said cupping his cheeks, Haris was always his baby brother, his parents had died when he was only 1 years old, he had grew up in the rage of revenge from his parents murderers.

"And you."

Aahil said, turning towards Asher, who smiled at him cheekily.

"What was the need of that stupid race? You have wasted 25 lakhs in that petty race of yours which you have lost."

Aahil said glaring at his younger brother dangerously, Haris chuckled at the scenario. Asher mumbled a 'sorry' to him.

The next day, Aahil woke up at his warehouse only as it was late yesterday so Asher and Aahil stayed in their warehouse. Today they have to go to meet his soon to be wife's family.

"Bhai, you are getting married and you didn't even bother to tell us about this?"

Haris and Asher said in unison, coming into his room.

"Masjid mei Elaan kar wana hai kya?"

He rolled his eyes and opened his huge closet.

"Bhai i will take out the clothes for you aur vese bhi aapko dekhar to ladkiyan impress ho jaati hai hamari soon to be bhabi bhi ho jayengi."

Haris said, smiling at the thought and in response Aahil smacked his head.

"I'm not going there to impress anyone."

"What about this?"

Ignoring his last statement, Haris took out a royal green two piece suit.

"No, I wore it four days ago."

He denied and took out his watch Collection.

"Then what about this one?"

This time Asher said, taking out a navy blue raven suit.

"No, I wore it a week ago."

"Bhai you are behaving like a girl, outfits are meant to be repeated."

Haris and Asher knew how conscious Aahil is towards his looks. He was worse than girls.

"You should try something traditional bhai, it suits you."

Haris said, taking out a black salwar suit.

"No, it's for special or festive occasions."

He denied once again

"Isn't this a special occasion? Yaar kya musibat hai Bhai."

Haris said, whinning like a child, Asher sat on the bed looking at the drama eating a packet of chips.

"Stop whining like a child."

He said while taking out his Rolex watch and putting it on his wrist. Haris' eyes finally got on the black jeans paired with white shirt.

"This is perfect, our soon to be bhabi will fall for you at first sight."

He teased him winking at him playfully. Aahil glared at him while taking his clothes from his hands and went to the bathroom.

Haris sat on the bed and waved his eyebrows to Asher, who was smiling.

"Kya baat hai Asher Bhai, itna kyu muskurya jaa raha hai?"

Haris asked him.

"Do I look bad, Haris?"

Asher questioned him, his voice was serious. Haris looked at him and nodded in no.

"Then why the hell she said that I look like a raccoon dog?"

Asher said, As soon as the word left his mouth haris was laughing on his stomach, Asher glared at him. He stopped laughing and looked at him.

"Who said that?"

Haris questioned him, wiggling his eyebrows. Asher smiled at the question.

"Teri hone wali bhabi."

With that he ran in the lounge leaving haris with his mouth wide open. Aahil came out of the washroom and looked at him.

"Kya hua?"

He questioned him, Haris nodded in no and left the room before kissing his cheek. Aahil stood there in shock.

What did that young man do?

He glared at his disappearing figure, surely Asher and Haris are really idiots.

Soon after getting ready he leave to his parents house along with Asher. He asked haris to come, his mother would like it but haris declined as he had some other important work to do.

Reaching towards his parents house and seeing everyone in haste, the servants were running here and there with fruit baskets, gifts and gold jewelry and even clothes.

And what was pissing him more that he was getting married to a woman whom he had never seen properly kr barely seen. Zayna Qureshi was a mystery for him. Where he had seen many women uncovered around him but that woman was always covered with a thick veil which covered her head as well as her whole body.

"Assalamualaikum Ammi."

Asher said while taking his mother in a hug, Zohra smiled at her younger son and kissed his forehead. Zohra looked at Aahil who gave her a small smile, he gave a side hug to his mother mumbling a salam.

"Chale?"

Arsalan said to his son and his wife, Aahil glared at him which made Arsalan laugh at his misery. Zohra glares at her husband who shrugged. Little did Aahil know he was doing this for him only.

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Standing in front of the huge gate of Qureshi Mansion, they entered inside.  As soon as they entered Arsalan was taken in a hug by Mehmood Qureshi.

"Assalamualaikum bhaisaab, akhir waqt mil gya aapko apne iss dost se Milne ka."

Mehmood said, leaning on the sofa, Arsalan let out a small laugh.

"Bas kaam mein mashroof thain, lekin ab aaye hai toh tumhari ek amanat toh leke hi jayenge."

Arsalan said Playfully, Shahvir, Asher and Aahil were initiated to their talks,  and Zohra were having formal talks.

"Meera goe and call Zayna and Ashinoor."

Aafreen said to her maid, in which she nodded positively and headed towards Zayna's room.

"Come, let's go."

Ashinoor said to zayna, who was all dolled up in a white frock suit with a hijab wrapped around her head. Applying her favorite nude pink lipstick. She looked at Ashinoor and nodded.

(Zayna's outfit)

They came downstairs and Ashinoor left her arm, Aahil's gaze tended on Zayna, he blinked his eyes and gulped, his breath hitched, his heart was thudding aloud seeing the hoor in front of him. Asher smirked at his brother who was continuously gazing at his soon to be bhabi.

"Zayna, bache it's been years since I saw you last time,You have turned into a beautiful woman."

Zohra said cupping her cheeks, Not knowing what she should say zayna smiled at her awkwardly. The last time she had seen zayna 4 years ago when she was 20.

Zohra made her sit beside her, across from Shahvir, Asher and Aahil. She just prayed to Allah to make things easier for her. After a few talks Zohra gestures to Arsalan to talk on the topic.

"Mehmood, as you know our friendship is from a long time and I came here to ask for your daughter Zayna's hand for my son Aahil. I hope you don't have any problem with this?"

Arsalan said, looking softly at Zayna and Aahil, Zayna's heart was eratically thumping against her chest.

"Arre, kesi baat kar rahe hai aap, Aahil apni aankhon ke samne pala hai aur zayna ke liye Aahil se behtar koi nahi ho sakta hai."

Mehmood said with a wide smile, they both shared a hug. Zohra feeded some sweets to zayna and Aahil.

"I think we should let kids talk to each other."

Arsalan said, Aahil looked at him with wide eyes, his father knows very well how to get on his nerves. But he knew he couldn't say no. While Zayna wanted mother Earth to swallow her as this is gonna be so awkward for her. She never talks with any guy face to face until it is required for some reason. Last time she had talked to Aahil when she was 17 years old and that too was a very formal conversation. She couldn't even believe that they were going to get married.

Or unless she knew she doesn't have any option rather than saying 'yes' to this proposal.

"You better behave with my sister, man."

Shahvir warned him.

"Fuck off Shahvir."

Aahil was fed up as everyone warned him. In response, shahvir rolled his eyes.

Zayna got up and started to walk towards the backyard, Aahil followed her silently. The mansion was the same as it was years ago with slight changes. They were passing through the hallway when his gaze fell on the huge family portrait hanging on the wall. He stopped in the middle and looked at the portrait. It was shahvir around 8 years old and then ashinoor was around 1 year old  but zayna wasn't seen anywhere. Zayna looked back and saw him looking at the portrait.

"Why are you not there in this picture?"

Aahil questioned her, Zayna looked at him and then at the picture.

"Because at that time I was out of the country, the photographer was from high class so he didn't have time to wait."

She said as she asked her parents why she isn't here so this was the answer they had given to her.

"Did your parents sent their child to another country without getting worried, you might be so small for travelling alone?"

Aahil questioned her, narrowing his eyes. He asked out of Curiosity, he was always like this so straight forward.

Zayna looked at him, his question made sense, she didn't have any answered and was already annoyed by his question and doubtful nature.

"Seems like you don't have any answer."

He said as he looked around and saw several kinds of flowers there, they were beautiful. There was an awkward silence between them.

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