𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑨𝑹 𝑶𝑭 𝑬𝑮𝑶

8. Two 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫

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AGE UPDATE

AARIZ: 24yrs (CEO of khan techbuild groups)

SAIRA 21yrs (Interior designer, CFO at her father's company)

ALIZA: 26yrs (neurologist, founder and CMO of khan health care group)

OMER: ( cardiologist, MD and Director of Surgical Services in khan health care group)

ZAIN: 26yrs (software engineer and COO of a tech company in london )

AYAAZ: 24yrs (CTO and COO at aariz's company)

RAYYAN: 25yrs (CEO of his father's company)

AZLAN: 23yrs (COO at his father's company)

HAMZA: 21yrs (LAW student)

AYYAN: 20yrs (MBBS student)

AAMIR: 17yrs (high school student)

AMAIRA: 15yrs (school student)
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AARIZ'S POV

Two years have passed since our wedding announcement in India, and today we're heading  back to India for
another wedding – mine.

Becoming the CEO three months ago was a milestone, and Saira, completing her master's added to the accomplishment. But despite our professional success, our personal relationship remained strained.

Our interactions were strictly business, like walking on eggshells. Saira's interior design expertise, praised by Baba, irked me. To him, she was perfect, but to me, she was just another designer.

Par kya mai use apni company me koi badi post dunga! Nah, never. I have some other plans for that. I smirked as I had a plot on what to do with her when Baba would ask her to join the company.

Conversations with her were always tense, Ayaaz the mu-bola bhai of that jungli billi often use to handle our fights and arguments over phone calls as we were in contact because she also helps us in some of our work. Despite our success, the rift between us deepened with time, burdened by bitterness.

Heading to the airport with cumbersome luggage, apprehension gnawed at me. Would this trip bring us closer or widen the chasm? Only time would tell.

Uff, the weight of this luggage!

Santa's sleigh doesn't come burdened with as much baggage as we do, I thought to myself, struggling to manage the overstuffed suitcases and bags.

kyuki ammi ne apni bete ki shaadi ki khushi me saare bodyguards or maids ko 4 din pehle se hi chutti dedi hai.

Boarding the plane, dread filled me at the thought of facing Saira again. Memories of our past sparked irritation, but families aware of our egoistic relationship.

Touching down in India, rage surged within me, years of frustration bubbling to the surface. But
controllll!

After arriving at our penthouse in Hyderabad, I indulged in a refreshing shower to wash away the weariness of the journey. The warm water cascading down my body felt like a soothing balm, easing the tension that had built up during the trip. Once refreshed, I nestled into the comfort of my bed and drifted off into a peaceful sleep, allowing the tranquility of sleep to envelop me.
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In the morning, after salah, i did my morning routine and prepared a cup of black coffee for myself and headed towards the terrace.

On the terrace while sipping on my coffee, i went towards the railing of the terrace and while enjoying the morning sky scene, i mistakenly pushed the plant pot kept on that railing and it straightly landed on someone who was passing through the way.