Arbaaz Sulaimaan aka 'Abhi', is a handsome and happy-go-lucky guy, 24, the younger son of Sulaimaan Ahmed, who is the richest man in the country. Grew up like a prince being the apple of eye of the family, all set to join his father and elder brothe...
The sunlight coming through the window fell on Zunera's face, waking her up from her peaceful sleep. With a smile on face, she sat up and stretched her arms above her head. She looked at the clock on the side table to check the time.
11:17 AM.
‘Ya Allah... I have slept for late today.’ - she thought, rubbing her face. ‘But wait a second... I don't remember entering my apartment...’ - she frowned.
Her stomach grumbled, diverting her attention and she got down the bed. Freshening up, she entered the kitchen when suddenly realized that she was, obviously, lacking the essential utensils, spices and groceries.
“Haye Allah! Living in an apartment is gonna be so costly...” - she whined.
The envelope of money struck her mind and she decided to head out for shopping. And as for the breakfast, well she'll grab something on the way.
Making up her mind, she headed for shower as half of the day had already passed and she had a lot to do.
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Sharp at 11, Arbaaz came downstairs in the hall. He was wearing black jeans and vest with an olive green cotton jacket over it, looking effortlessly handsome, while spinning his Rolly keys in right forefinger.
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There was no one in the hall and he knew he would find everyone in the garden. It was a kinda tradition now of their family. Doing late Sunday breakfasts in the morning breeze and fragrance of fresh flowers.
“Assalam o Alaykum!” - he greeted enthusiastically as he stepped into the garden.
The greetings he received in return were mixed just like last night. His mother upset, father thoughtful, whereas his brother, grandmother and sister-in-law were as warm as ever.
“I am sorry guys but I won't be able to join you for breakfast. Have some work for which... I'm getting late.” - he informed humbly.
“Don't worry Dadi Jaan. I'll eat something on the way.” - he assured, hugging his grandmother from behind as she was sitting on the chair.
“See you later! Allah Hafiz!” - he bade, moving towards the garage.
“WHEN WILL YOU RETURN ?”
He heard his grandmother's shout and grinned.
“AROUND DINNER!” - he shouted back before sitting in the car.
He had a very busy and interesting day awaiting him.
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“See ? He doesn't even care that his mother is upset!” - Aafiya crisped out as they heard Arbaaz's car going away. “Fine! I won't talk to him now. Until he realizes his mistake.” - she stated firmly.
