Invisible String

chapter 1

A crisp autumn breeze gently rustles the colorful leaves, carrying the earthy scent of fallen leaves. The sun's warm rays interplay with the cool air, creating a comfortable atmosphere. Farjaad enjoyed this view until the sudden knock caught his attention.

The study echoed with the weight of Farjaad's father's words as he revealed the unexpected twist in his son's destiny. Farjaad, accustomed to the calculated moves of business, wasn't prepared for the revelation that awaited him.

"Farjaad," Shujaat began, his voice measured but firm, "Humara karobaar ek aise maqam par pohanch gaya hai jahan ek muqablay ke saath union zaroori hai. Ab hamare warisat ko mehfooz karne ka waqt hai hamare competitor, Kamal Pasha ki beti ke zariye."

Farjaad's brow furrowed in disbelief.
"Baba, unke saath ek rishta? Hamare competitor? Ye aap kya keh rahe hain?"

His father, a man with years of experience etched onto his face, met Farjaad's frustration with a steady gaze.
"Farjaad, faiday ko madde nazar rakho—ye shaadi hamare karobaar ko hamwar banati hai aur industry mein mazbooti bhi lekr ayegi humare liye. Ye hamare khandaan ki tarraqqi ke liye zaroori kadam hai."

Farjaad, torn between filial duty and personal desires, clenched his fists. "Baba, kya mujhe apni khushi ko hamare karobaar ke faiday ke liye qurbaan karna padega? Ye meri zindagi hai, mera mustaqbil. Aap mujhse itni bari qurbani nahi maang saktein."

Shujaat sighed, acknowledging the weight of the request he was making. "Farjaad, hukmarani ka bojh qurbaaniyan talab karta hai. Tumhari khushi hamare business ki kamiyabi se jurri hui hai. Ye ittehad dono ko mehfooz karta hai."

Frustration etched across Farjaad's face as he wrestled with conflicting emotions. "Baba, main samajh nahi sakta ke main kisi aese shakhs se shaadi karun jise main pyaar nahi karta, khaas kar unse jo saalon se hamare mukhalife hain."

His father, recognizing the internal struggle, softened his tone. "Farjaad, muhabbat ki shaadi kuch hi logon ko naseeb hoti hai. Hamara farz hai apni virasat ko banaye rakhna. Mujh par bharosa karo, waqt ke saath samajh badhegi aur is ittehad ke faide zahir honge."

Farjaad, feeling the weight of familial expectations, exhaled a reluctant breath. "Mere sath zyadti horahi hai, lekin hamare khandaan ki virasat ke liye aapka ye faisla manzoor hai ."

His father, relieved yet knowing the sacrifice asked of his son, placed a hand on Farjaad's shoulder. "Thank you, Farjaad. Kabhi kabhi bari cheezon ke liye bhari qeemat adaa karni hoti hai. Waqt ke saath, tum is mein hikmat dekhoge."

As Farjaad left the study, the heavy door closing behind him, he carried the weight of a decision made not by desire but by duty. He had only heard of Umeed Pasha when it came to the business but felt a hatred towards her, blaming her for the death of his freedom. His life, once woven with dreams and aspirations, now bore the threads of an arranged alliance that would shape the course of his future.

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In the softly lit drawing room of Umeed's family estate, Umeed sat on her sofa, reading her favorite psychological thriller novel, blissfully unaware how her life will be changed in upcoming momets.

Someone knocked on her door and entered.

"Umeed," her father, Kamal Pasha, "Hamaara khandaan ek musibat par khara hai. Business main bohat nuqsan horaha, iss baray main tum janti ho, humari Reputation bhi bigarne wali hai. Isse bachane ka ab ek hi raasta hai, Shujaat Khan ke saath ek alliance Pasha Trades ko wapas khara karne ke liye zaroori hai."