Made For Ishq

1.

Ashar's P.O.V

"Your father is here." Arzaan comes in to my office bearing bad news.

"Did you tell him I'm busy?"

"Yes and he said it's important."

I sighed. I stood up and buttoned my jacket.

My father only visits my office to aggravate me. I wonder what's the topic today.

He's sitting in our meeting room as if he owns the place.

He does not.

When I started this firm with Arzaan, I made sure not to take a single penny from him. I did not want him to have that hold over me or my company.

"To what do I owe the pleasure, father?" I ask turning the glass walls opaque.

If a fight or murder was going to happen, I would rather not have any of my employees witness it.

"Is that how you treat your father? No greetings?"

"No, that's how I treat you. Now get to the point. I have a meeting in 10 minutes."

"Fine. Your grandfather's will is being read tomorrow and you need to be present there."

"And this couldn't have been a text?"

My grandfather passed away a month ago and his lawyer was waiting for my father to come back from his trip to read the will.

Yes, my father was roaming South Asia while his father was on the deathbed.

"Just wanted to pay my son a visit, is that a crime?"

"For you? Probably." I stood up, "Now if there's nothing else, you know the door."

I left without a second glance. Not that he would care.

1 month later

"Bhaiyya where are you?" (Brother)

"I'm on my way, you go ahead."

"How can we go see the girl for your wedding?" Halia screamed through my speaker.

"Chill Lia, we are coming." Arzaan answered from the passenger seat.

"You're coming too? Great." She mumbled. "Just be quick!"

She cut the call.

"Okay so how many have you rejected?"

"5. 6, If you count the one I never visited."

"What are you even looking for in a girl? It's a girl, just pick one."

"That's great marriage advice, thanks." I muttered.

"Look all I'm saying is that you can't keep rejecting girls for no reason."

"I had reasons."

"Yah, seems to be weird isn't a reason."

"Let's just hope I find someone quick." I said parking the car near the apartment.

Ahana's P. O. V

I'm so nervous. I'm gonna die from an anxiety attack even before the guy's family come to see me. I kept pacing in my room and looking in the mirror.

I looked good enough. Honestly I don't like this whole concept of people coming over to see a girl as some sort of animal. But I can't change culture at least not while living with my mother.

I just have to make a good impression. The guy is an owner of a company, he's twenty six, he's tall and good looking. Okay extremely good looking.

I just hope he's not a misogynistic weirdo.

My mami (aunt or mother's brother's wife) came in to tell me that they're here and I should prepare myself. What I heard was that I should prepare my deathbed.

Taking deep breaths, I went to our kitchen where mom gave me the tray with tea and snacks. I spent a better half of my morning preparing those snacks so I'm confident about the taste of them.

I did not look up once and gently placed the tray on our coffee table. Judging from the feet, there were four people here. Two women and two men. One of them possibly my future husband. Yay me.

Finally I looked up and said Salaam (religious greeting) to the elder women. She smiled at me and asked me to sit down.

The elder women and the two men were sitting on the sofa while the younger girl was on the chair so I took the other chair and smiled again. Making sure to keep it small and graceful.

"Haaye, mashallah! Kitni pyaari h aapki beti (your daughter is beautiful)" The elder women said.

"I'm Hafsa, mother of Ashar and this is my daughter Halia." She introduced politely.

I nodded and smiled at both of them. My cheeks are kind of aching now.

"And this is my son, Ashar and his friend who's like a son to me Arzaan."

I smiled at Arzaan. He was good looking in a boyish kind of way. Very charming and youthful.

At last, I looked at him to find him already staring. I was struck, the pictures didn't do him justice. But his gaze was unwavering. It was as if he was trying to read me.

Flustered I broke the eye contact and looked down at my lap.

After some polite talk, I was led back to my room where I could finally breath. It was time for the elders to discuss now and I was grateful for it.

Through out the meeting, I felt his eyes on me. It was unnerving.

After around fifteen minutes, my mami came back to get me. She was followed by my mother who asked for my consent. I scoffed internally. As if it would matter.

I was led back outside. Everyone was smiling at me so I am assuming it's a yes.

As I sat down, Hafsa aunty took my hands in hers and said, "It's a yes from us beta (in this context - child, a term of endearment) , tell us your decision as well. Do you like my son?"

Really putting me in the spotlight here aunty. I looked at my parents and they were smiling so I smiled as well hoping it was enough of an answer.

Apparently it was, aunty took out some cash and put it in my hands. " I'll come back with shagun soon. But for now this is a gift from your future mom."

I just smiled. I'm getting real tired of this smiling. Halia squealed and hugged me. I was a bit startled but she seems really nice so it was fine.

"I'm so excited to get to know you!" she squealed again.

Arzaan smiled at me and then went away.

Ashar stood up still staring at me. He didn't smile just kept assessing me. I tried giving him a smile but it came out all wobbly.

He said salaam to my parents and the elders, looked at me again and then left.

Watching his retreating back, I had no idea how I was feeling.

Guess I'm getting married.

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