A Year In Paris

AYIP- NINE

"If you want to be happy, be."

-Leo Tolstoy

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C H A P T E R    N I N E

Saturday, 4th November 2021.
12:28 pm.

Since from the beginning Hammad had a very bad feeling about the party, he shouldn't have gone to the party in the place if not he wouldn't have met with his uncle to even give him a chance to talk nonsense to his face.

Hammad kept clenching and unclenching his jaw as he stared down at the short-rounded person standing in front of him. It is his uncle by the way.

"If your father was here, he wouldn't be happy seeing you like this."His uncle stated, pushing his hands into his pocket and heaved a long sigh.

"Of course, he wouldn't. And do you know something? If not for you my father would've been here with me."Hammad retorted with a serious face.

His uncle snorted and shook his head. "Agree to this, my boy! Get married to my daughter it'll be a bigger success for you, don't you think?"

"Me? Your boy? Wait your daughter? Pfft!"Hammad chuckled shaking his head. "That's probably the least thing I wanna do right now, marriage! That too with your daughter?" he paused and laughed again. "What makes you think I'd like to marry your daughter? Couldn't you find a better life partner for her that you came running after my life out of the blue?"

"Getting married to your daughter won't bring any bigger success for me, my success is only by Allah. To hell with marriage and your damn daughter! I'm not interested."He ended with a hiss.

His uncle was very much angry at the look on his face but he kept his cool. "Think about it." he tapped his shoulder and left.

"There's absolutely nothing to think about he—-"he stopped when he saw a shadow by the left side of the door as if someone is standing there. Probably eavesdropping on their conversation.

With slow and delicate steps he reached the place only to see that lady- what's her name again? Uh...uhmm...yes! Mahreen! That's the girl. She had her phone firmly gripped between her palms and her eyes shut as if she was scared or something.

Scared or not it doesn't matter to Hammad, he quickly jerked her by his elbow and she was now standing right in front of him, breathing louder than usual.

"What are you doing here?"His voice was thick and laced with anger she could sense it from every blood vein of hers.

Mehreen slowly opened her eyes to look at him, but she shut them quickly. In this case, she is at fault, she eavesdropped on their conversation by mistake, she didn't mean to but it happened, it's a bad day for her it seems.

He gripped her elbow tighter hurting her in the process and yelled directly into her ear. "Are you deaf? Didn't you hear what I said?"

"My...hand...you're hurting...me."She stammered in a whisper. It was so hurting that a tear escaped her eyes.

Shit! Hammad released her elbow slowly, he was just angry and pissed off already by his uncle and it wasn't a good idea to vent out his frustration on her. Now he made her cry, such a crybaby she is.