The Tales of love- II

One shot:"Pride and prejudice".

I am back.

One shot is a very big commitment. It took me 2 days and 2 night to complete this one. But, I am so hyper to share it with you all.

The word count is more than my assignment combined.

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Nawab Mansur Ali Khan is a well known pashto man in the country. He used to be famous in his time for his handsome face however his brain worked differently from all his siblings which made him a man everyone desired to be.

He has four sons with his beautiful wife married, Nadiya.

They raised their children filled with love and respect and never compromising on their education, religious beliefs and values.

Each of his sons is one year apart from the other. They all excelled in their lives carrying their father empire to vast lands.

Hadi is the firstborn of the prestige family, Raza is the second oldest, Imran is the third and the last favourite son and baby brother is Latif.

"Nawab Sahib". Hadi heard their house worker say from the other side of the door, "The breakfast is ready and everyone is waiting for you".

"I will be down in a minute". He said with authority and from all the other he is the one who is the strictest with everyone

He tied his tie looking at himself and the way his father used to be famous in his days of glory, now that glory is bestowed on him though he never cares about it enough.

He enters the dining room looking at his family waiting for him. He sits on the chair on the right side of his father and all his siblings sitting after him.

"Is something going on?". He asked feeling the atmosphere bit tensed

"We can talk after we are done eating". His father said and everyone followed his order

They all sit in the lounge waiting for his father to speak about the matter so he can leave for work since he has a pile of work delayed.

"Shahqat is arriving with his family tonight". His father stated, "They will be staying with us".

"The whole family?". Raza asked confused because he has never seen them before, "How come they are coming after all these years?. They didn't even come at Dada (grandfather) funeral".

His father sighed, "Those are elder matter, beta. Don't say things you don't have any idea about".

"Who else is coming?". Imran asked curiously

"Since his family is coming after all these years I thought of inviting Ahmad and his family along with Rubina and her children".

"Oh God". Latif said groaning, "You know Chachu (uncle) and Phopho (aunt) eats my brain".

His mother pursed her lips, "Behave Latif. They are your family".

"But they are not nice". Latif whined watching his father, "Can I leave to our other residence?. I don't want this drama please?".

"You are a drama". Imran teases, "Last time Phopho came over you throw a glass of juice at her".

Latif groaned, "Don't remind me. That day still haunts me and every time we meet she give me a separate lecture on it like the first one wasn't enough".

"That is what I wanted to inform you all. Be home on time". His father said shaking his head at his children behaviour, "Hadi, I need to speak to you".