Mrs.Mirza

CHAPTER 24

Shabbir Ali Khan
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I was seething with anger, to the point where I felt like I could explode. How dare she not show up to meet me after I specifically told her the night before that I wanted to see her today? It felt like a blatant disregard for my feelings and a total defiance of my wishes. The frustration and disappointment boiled over as I, Shabbir Ali Khan, shouted in disbelief while pulling at my own hair in a fit of rage. I couldn't believe that she would just ignore my request and leave me hanging like that. In a fit of emotions, I turned the car around and started driving back home, feeling a mix of hurt and anger consuming me.

I have to reach home fast, as quickly as possible, and tell dadi that I want to marry Minha today. Iam determined to marry her, no matter what obstacles may come out way. No one has ever shown me the type of disrespectful attitude that this girl is displaying towards me. She has blatantly defied me, and I feel a need to teach her a lesson that she will remember for the rest of her life. 

As I stepped out of the car and lit up a cigarette, the smoke curling around me in the cool evening air, I couldn't help but feel a surge of frustration, anger, and humiliation wash over me. Standing there, alone, smoking, I couldn't shake the feeling of being let down by her. She didn't come to meet me as planned, leaving me standing there feeling foolish and exposed in front of everyone at the university.

The weight of disappointment and embarrassment settled heavily on my shoulders as I tried to make sense of what had just happened. The bitter taste of betrayal lingered on my tongue as I took another drag of the cigarette, the only comfort I could find in that moment of vulnerability.

"Shabbir", someone called me from behind, causing me to turn and look at them. I saw dadi jaan coming towards me, so I quickly throwed the cigarette from my hand and stepped on it. It's not that I'm afraid of her, it's just out of respect that I disposed the cigarette. I walked towards her and stood there, looking at her with a sense of anticipation.

"I got a call from the university that Asifa got into a fight", dadi jaan said as she adjusted her glasses and dupatta.

"Its nothing new dadi jaan", I replied with a hint of annoyance. "She always fights and gets into trouble", I added rolling my eyes as I started to walk into the house. But then dadi jaan dropped a bombshell, saying, "she got into a fight with Minha", which made my steps halt in an instant. 

The news of Asifa getting into a fight with Minha was unexpected and concerning.

"You might love to come to the university now", she said with a smirk, her cunning demeanor evident as she turned and walked towards the car. As I followed her, I couldn't help but think that even Satan would sit and learn a thing or two from her.

I stepped inside the car with her in the passenger seat, noticing the guards sitting in the back following us. I despised the feeling of being constantly watched and followed like this. Why did I have to be the sole heir of this Khan khandan?

'Ahem', I cleared my throat and looked at dadi jaan, who was already staring at me.

"I want to marry Minha", I said, as I turned to the left.

"That's good to know. We will go tomorrow and inform them that we are seeking Minha's hand in marriage", she replied with a smile, patting my shoulder.

"No, I want to marry her today", I insisted as I pulled over at the university gate. Our home and the university were just two streets away.

"We will discuss further when we get home", she said, stepping out of the car, leaving me staring after her.

"Why are you sitting in the car? Come with me", dadi jaan said as she entered the university. I groaned in annoyance as I stepped out of the car and made my way behind her into the university. The familiar surroundings of the university made me miss my university days.