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Storming into his mansion, Zubair caught sight of Sultan seated in his room, hands conjoined with eyes closed.
"What the heck are you doing?" His voice pierced the silence, snapping Sultan back to reality. With an exasperated sigh, Sultan responded, "Lower your voice. Remember, I'm your boss too."
Zubair sneered, "If you wanted Amara back, why did you marry Mishti? Why ruin her life?"
"I didn't ruin her life," Sultan asserted."Nor I want that bitch back."
"You're about to be a father soon. Drop the act," Zubair challenged.
"That's not true."
"Then enlighten me."
Sultan sighed heavily and proceeded to spill the truth. Zubair listened intently, squinting in disbelief. "You want me to kidnap Kiara from the house? Will that fix things for you two?" he proposed.
Sultan slammed his hand on the table in frustration. "That stubborn woman will cry herself to sleep for her selfish sister," he lamented. "It's irritating how she always chooses someone else over me. She wants to have her cake and eat it too!"
"Are you feeling jealous?"
"I'm concerned. You don't know what's in their hearts. If they can't be in charge, they'll sink the ship," Sultan expressed, his worry evident.
"I have an idea."
"What is it?"
"Why not arrange Kiara's marriage? But you'll also have to convince Mishti that you didn't betray her out of spite," Zubair suggested.
"I can do it without hesitation. I have recordings from the hidden camera in my room when I was with Amara in the room. We just need to find someone suitable for Kiara," he replied confidently, remembering those teddies he had gifted her.
"Sultan?" Shama's voice pierced through their conversation. He gazed at his mother for a while, who looked visibly angry.
"If you have a moment to spare, your wife is at the doctor's for her monthly check-up appointment. Are you willing to take her, or should I leave with her?" Her words carried a pointed edge.
"Ammijaan... please, let's not be so harsh," he pleaded helplessly, meeting his mother's stern gaze with a mix of exasperation and pleading.
Shama scoffed, "Oh, forgive me for my bluntness. I suppose I should have been worshipping the ground you walk on instead, right? Now that all this is over, go downstairs. Mishti is waiting for you."
The air in the room hung heavy with unspoken tensions as he processed his mother's words and the implications behind them.
He sighed in exasperation, watching his mother's retreating figure as he glanced over at Zubair. "See, I have a lot of people to explain things to," he muttered.
"You saw that coming, my bossss," Zubair sarcastically retorted, raising an eyebrow at Sultan.
Rolling his eyes, he made his way downstairs, but as he descended, he caught sight of Mishti. Dressed in a shimmering crystal blue saree, her hair flowing down her shoulders, she looked radiant despite the baby bump. His throat went dry as their eyes met, both feeling a mix of emotions.
"Mishti..." his voice trailed off, the softness in his gaze not going unnoticed by her. Hope flickered in her tired eyes momentarily before reality set in.
"You are such an eyesore"
She remembered, quickly turning away to hide her emotions. "We are getting late."
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