***Chapter 6 : The New Beginning***

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"Yaad rakhna, tumhari dil ki baatein
Halaat ki dhool mein chhup jaati hain h
Woh faisle jo tumne khud kiye
Mohabbat ki raah mein thodi si ziya mein kho jaate hain."

("Remember, the words of your heart
Get hidden in the dust of circumstances
The decisions you make yourself Lose their light in the path of love."

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Ahmed sat in his office, poring over a stack of files. As he meticulously reviewed the documents, he noticed several mistakes. His brow furrowed in frustration, and he immediately called in the employee responsible.

"Please come to my office," Ahmed ordered sharply over the intercom.

When the employee arrived, Ahmed did not hold back. "How could you overlook such basic errors? This is unacceptable," he reprimanded, his tone cold and authoritative. After a brief discussion to correct the issues, he turned to his secretary to discuss some ongoing business matters, ensuring everything was in order.

Later that evening, Ahmed was back in his room, still working diligently on his laptop. A knock on the door interrupted his focus.

"Come in," he called out.

His mother entered, and he greeted her warmly, "Mumma, aaiye" (Come in, Mom).

Ahmed set aside his work as his mother sat beside him. He laid his head on her lap, a rare moment of vulnerability.

"Koi baat hai, maa?" (Is something the matter, Mom?) he asked, sensing she had something important to discuss.

"Haan, mujhe tumse baat karni thi," (Yes, I wanted to talk to you,) she replied, gently running her fingers through his hair.

"Ji boliye, ammi," (Yes, please tell me, Mom,) Ahmed responded, looking up at her with curiosity.

"Beta, maine tumhare liye ek ladki dekhi hai," (Son, I've found a girl for you,) his mother said, continuing to stroke his hair.

Ahmed sighed inwardly. He had been avoiding this topic for two years, but it seemed he could no longer escape it.

"Ammi, I told you I don't want anything like that right now," he replied, staring off into space, avoiding eye contact.

"Beta, kab tak aise hi bahane banaoge? Koi pasand hai to bata do, main leke jaungi rishta waha," (Son, how long will you keep making excuses? If you like someone, tell me, and I'll take the proposal there,) his mother asked, her concern evident.

"Nahi maa, koi pasand nahi hai mujhe. Bas in sab mein interest nahi hai," (No, Mom, I don't like anyone. I'm just not interested in all this,) Ahmed admitted, feeling trapped.

His mother lightly smacked his head and said, "Kyun nahi interest hai? Yeh ek zaruri hissa hai life ka. Koi humsafar hona zaruri hai jiske saath tu apni har ek dil ki baat share kar sakta hai," (Why aren't you interested? It's an essential part of life. It's important to have a companion with whom you can share all your thoughts and feelings.)

Ahmed sighed, realizing he had no way out. "Okay maa, aapko jo theek lage wo karein," (Okay, Mom, do what you think is best,) he agreed, resigned to the situation.

His mother grinned and said, "Okay, I'll send you the photo of the girl."

Ahmed shook his head at his mother's antics, amused but resigned. As she left the room, he tried to refocus on his work. However, his mother's words echoed in his mind: "Yeh ek zaruri hissa hai life ka. Koi humsafar hona zaruri hai jiske saath tu apni har ek dil ki baat share kar sakta hai." (It's an essential part of life. It's important to have a companion with whom you can share all your thoughts and feelings.)

Ahmed tried to shake off the thoughts, but they lingered. As he sat back down, he couldn't help but think about the possibility of this new journey in life. Perhaps, he mused, it was time to consider the importance of having a companion.

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