𝐃𝐢𝐥𝐫𝐮𝐛𝐚

𝟎𝟖 | 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

"I am not the jealous type
but what's mine is mine
End of story..."

A Z H A R -

"This whole marriage thing is getting on my nerves. I get it, I married because of father but now this new honeymoon drama ?" Azhar punched the steering wheel while driving with Ahad by his side. They just left the house and Azhar didn't even let Ahad eat properly.

"Woah BB, please don't do this. I don't have a death wish yet. Plus.." He turned to Azhar. "I haven't found a wife yet." He completed with a nod and a small smile.

"I thought you didn't want a wife because being loyal is too difficult and you didn't want to cheat ?"

"I did...but I changed my mind. Seeing you and Zayna bhabi together makes me want to have a wife." He shrugged casually.

"But we aren't even a real couple. It's just for the name of it. I even slept on the couch yesterday." Azhar admitted but soon regretted because Ahad was going to tease him about it.

"Yeah, but that will change with time. And trust me, when you both come on good terms like good husband and wife. Those people are going to burn in jealousy because of how powerful your couple will be." Ahad smirked and patted Azhar's back in sympathy but Azhar highly doubted his younger brother's words.

"Whatever, have you found an apartment for your trip ?" He stopped his car and called a guard to park it. And both went in the farmhouse.

"Yes. I think I should be in a college to act as if I went there for studies. People are keeping a firm eyes on us, it's better. In that way, I can do my work without anyone knowing it." Ahad was thinking about this for awhile, since Azhar asked him for the work but he was a little hesitant.

"It's still dangerous, by doing this you'll also put in danger the life of the students who study there." Azhar resonated. They were walking in the hall, looking for Hassan.

"You're right." He nodded in understanding. "Where is Hassan ?" Ahad asked a worker there.

"Hassan sir has gone somewhere." The worker replied, his head slightly bowed.

"Without informing me ?" Azhar was angry about the fact because Hassan wasn't allowed to go outside without telling him. Not that Azhar will not allow him, but he knew if Hassan didn't ask him that means he is up to something. He exchanged a few messages with Hassan this morning, but he didn't tell him anything.

***

In minutes, Ahad had called Hassan and Hassan hurried to the penthouse. He was met with an very scary Azhar and Ahad. "Where were you ?" Was the first question he was asked.

"Niazpura..." There was no point in lying because sooner or later Azhar will found out.

"And what the hell where you doing there ?" Azhar banged the table beside him.

"You know what I was doing there." Hassan wasn't scared of Azhar but he respected him a lot. The reason was he had seen him worse than this and he knew Azhar will never hurt him.

"When I told you not to go there then why did you disobey me?"

"I wanted answers." Hassan dared look at Azhar's eyes.

"Good, because now you won't involve yourself in that matter again. IT'S OVER. You are no more a part of this. If you don't care about your life, I do." Azhar was about to go when Hassan's words stopped him.

"You can't do this! I have as much rights as you do, even more." Hassan raised his voice, Ahad tried to control him but he wasn't listening.

"He was my best friend !" Azhar crashed the vase on the floor.