Qurbat

-10-

It had been a week since the mangni. The both family couldn't content their happiness of the nikkah approaching.

As the clock ticked , lesser and lesser time was left in the time was left in mission 'demolish the wedding'.

Osman rubbed his temple letting out a tired sigh. He had just let all his frustration out on his poor employee.

Well not all beacause of the family drama but no boss would be happy if you mess up your assigned files for the millionth time. Our princess was little sensitive about his files.

His quite and peace was interrupted by a his office door slamming open and closing shut with a loud noise.

He lifted his head to see his only friend entering. Ayaan siddiqui.

They had become friends after a successful deal when Ayaan's nosey ass hanged out with him all the time. They had'nt been friends for long but trusted each other alot.

Also, they were eachother's only friends.

But that's a thing they would never accept, like ever.

Osman lowered his head again. His eyes rather irritated as he again let out a helpless sigh rubbing his palm over his face.

"Good morning to you too, Osman sahab." Ayaan spoke as if replying to his unasked question in sarcasm. "I am doing very great! Its good you are too. Oh! If ur insisting so much, just a coffee will do fine, thankyou."

Osman's hand reached to the telephone placed on his desk as he ordered his assistant to bring two black coffees.

The silence filled the room as the peon brought the coffees keeping them on the desk and walking away.

Sipping their coffees they let out sigh. Osman rubbed his temples.

"Now, tell me what happened?" Ayaan spoke looking at Osman rare messed up state.

It's not like he actually wanted to help but the young man just seems to love drama.

"Nothing, just my life taking the worse turn." Osman spoke rolled his eyes at his situation.

"And what exactly is that turn?" Ayaan asked sitting straight leaning towards Osman , interested in the rare gossip from Osman's side.

"My marriage got fixed." Osman replied almost glaring at Ayaan , due to his situation.

"And?..."

"And I don't want to marry right now. Especially that troublesome wild kitten!" Osman expressed his thoughts with a bitter face.

"So?, Is your problem marrying in general or with that wild kitten of yours?" Ayaan raised his eyebrow his index finger fidgeting with the rim of the cup.

"She's not 'my' kitten." Osman pointed his finger at his friend. "And both of these are my problem." He rubbed his temple.

"Tou mana krdo. Simple." Ayaan shrugged his shoulders as his back fell back on the backrest of the chair.

Osman gave him a done look. Well, what could he expect from a friend like him.

"If it would've been this easy, I would have done it long ago." He explained, getting furious from Ayaan too.

"Dad and bi-jaan won't let me. They think too highly of that wild kitten." He continued, his face telling how helpless he is.

"Yikes. Ab to isse tujhe Allah hi bacha skta hai!". Ayaan chuckled while Osman gave him a sharp glare making his go shush almost immediately.

"Waise, who is your 'wild kitten'?" Ayaan questioned almost with a hint of tease in it.

"I already told you, she is not 'my' wild kitten." Osman gave him a pointed look to shut him up. Which was kind of failing to work on Ayaan.

"Yeah sure, I believe you." Ayaan let out a teasing, all knowing chuckle as he stood up making his way out leaving Osman giving him a questionable side eye.

—————————————————————————

Though it was mid-day Shahid villa seemed to be calm. Way to too calm with a person like Isha being present in the house.

Light chiprings of birds could be heard from the lawn while some 'teen dabbe wale' and omore's icicle tricycles passing by. The day felt as if Isha was absent. Which she was certainly not.

She sat on her bed with her legs crossed, hair tied in a messy bun as she typed something with deep engrossment. Her tongue poking out from between her lips as she clicked 'enter'.

Quickly picking up her she again started typing something in it. Scrolling and clicking random surface of the phone for good 5 minutes she put it down letting out a deep sigh as a large usual smile she always had plastered on her face.

Quickly opening her hair as she closed the laptop shut and getting up from the bed to look at herself for a minute , fixing her hair and clothes she turned to open her side drawer .

An evil smile of pure mischievousness covered her face as she got the hold of the thing.

She put that thing in her bag before grabbing her dubatta, putting it on and escaping the room after wearing her khussas , closing the door behind her.

Silence filled the room as faded step could be heard.
Suddenly the door bursted open with Isha quickly grabbing her bag and running away again. This time forgetting to close the door.
.
.
.

"Ammi! Mein kaam se jarhi hun! Shaam tk ajungi." Isha's head poked through the slighly open door.

Just as Abida processed Isha's words her figure had already disappeared.

A loud yelp was heard next , making her sigh as she face palmed herself knowing very well that her daughter slipped yet again.

—————————————————————————-

Isha got out of the backseat of her father's white corolla , her driver on the driver's seat.

Her eyes shined from the sight in front of her.

She quickly made her way inside the destination not ready to even let a single minute go to vain.

This might be the only and last time she would be doing this.

Her feet roamed here and there for good two to three hours. As her free hands got busy handling the exciting weight.

While on the other side , a phone pinged everytime before her feet left and entered different E.A.S systems.

—————————————————————————-