Raah_e_Muhabbat (path of love)

22|party

All of sudden the tension grew thicker in the room few minutes earlier the biggest fear Saahir had wo tomorrow's party but it was suddenly changed about his almost empty notebooks. He can't remember the time he have actually sat down and took notes the last time.

Ever since Saalar relented on his studies his notebooks have never been completed and surprisingly it never become a problem for him until today. His heart was palpitating faster and sweat was forming on his forehead.

Suddenly as if the good deeds worked for him they heard a loud pitched voice.

"Sayeinn!" They heard someone yelling.

"Uthou ye sab or forran room me jaou!" Saalar practically threw Saahir out from the gate that opens in their living room and rushed towards rhe other gate which connects the study to garden outside.

Saahir sighed in relief as he rushed upstairs he decided to do something about this whole thing soon and throw his books on someone's face so that they gets completed fast.

Saalar never allows his brothers to gets involved in his governance matters. He can understand from the scream that it was again a poor oppressed person who was yet again oppressed by the rich of his country.

The guards brought the man inside he was an old man who fell down at Saalar's feet and cried.

"Kia hua ha inhe?" Saalar wanted to stand up and make him stood too but over the years he have learned doing this is being considered as arrogance to these people so he allowed him to do it.

"Sayein please kuch! Wo mere bete ko mardenge." The old man cried.

"Baba ji! Uper uth kar bethe me apki sari batein sunga apki madad bhi krunga bas aise roye mat." Saalar helped him stood up as the guy was not crying.

"Paani do." He asked his guard and he rushed to the dispenser and filled the old man a glass of water.

"Malik Talal ka bara beta (Aliha's brother) or uske kuch dosto ko sharab peete we or aiyashi krte dekhlia mere bete ne.. wo chup chap nikal gaya wahn se leken unhone use dekhlia ab wo usse mardenge take wo khabar yahn wahn na poocha sakhe. The old man cried.

"Kuch nahi hoga apke bete ko! Sikandar inke ghar jou or inke bete ko guards ke sath leke aou 8 10 din usse yahi outhouse me rehne ki jagah do ghar se na nikle woh tab ke me Malik Talal se baat krta hu jo larka ek baar mere ghar me ajaye usko marne ki himmat nahi krsakta woh." Saalar said to right hand man.

"Ji saiyeein!" Sikandar replied.

The old man once stated crying hysterically as he was grateful nobody in Saalar's lineage have ever been this helpful but Saalar was a different story. The chain broke when Malik Shahzaib khaanzada chooses to marry a normal poor girl a girl he found attractive when she was going school. He threatened her family and married her when she was only 17.

The 17 year old Rahila faced so many hardships but the end result came different for the entire lineage the first heir and the next successor turned out polite and soft just like his mother yet demanding and firm.

"Inko ghar chor kar aou or Malik Talal ke logo pe nazar rakho." Saalar said and his guards escorted the old happy man out.

Saalar sat on his chair with thud. He hates this he absolutely hates being on this side of law but he have no other options. He also absolutely hates Malik Talal and his sons he knows that Saadan also have a dispute with his younger son but he have Saadan to tone it down. It was now Saadan he was worried about but Saahir.

His younger brother was friends with Malik Talal's youngest daughter the only daughter after three brothers. She was a princess and Saalar fears her getting obsessed with Saahir.