Chapter 2

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Ahan woke up even before his alarm . Getting up from the bed, he went inside his washroom. After doing his ablution, he made his fazar prayer .

In his prostration, Ahan said ," My rab , the most gracious, forgiver, most merciful please forgive me because I can't forgive myself. I have done a lot of things and also suffered for that . I have lost someone precious to me . Ya Allah, please give me the strength. I am not able to endure so much burden. It's making me crazy. Please forgive me, ya rab . " He completed his salah, and after reciting, the Quran went for his indoor gym that he has in his bungalow.

He came from his gym all drench in sweat. Ahan went inside the washroom to get a cold shower. As he started, the shower water started to flow in his well-built model like body. He let the cold water soothe him . He came into his closet area, and water drops all over his body . Running his hand on his hair, Ahan came in front of the mirror, looking at his reflection. Suddenly, his hand went towards the scar, not so visible now . He ran his hand in it, going into deep thought. Suddenly, a notification came in his phone, making him get back to his senses he saw it was his assistant. Then he got ready for office, all ready in formal attires, looking as fine as always. Getting his car keys , watch, and moneybag, he went for his office.

Mrs. Aziz Ahan's mom was taking to him through video call .
Ahan was in his office doing some work on his laptop. In an irritated voice Mrs.Aziz said , "At least stop your work while talking to me . You don't even have any respect for your mother. "
Taking a deep breath Ahan closed the laptop and turning his face he said in his usual not bothered tone ,"Sorry mom , now tell me what's the emergency that you called me so many times and didn't even listen to my assistant after he said that I was in a meeting ".
Getting emotional, she said ,"Now do I have to have reasons and take permission from an assistant to talk to my own son."
Ahan ," I didn't mean that, ma. I was just saying that I was in an important meeting....
Just leave that ,tell me what's the matter is there any problem. "
She sighed ,"You Ahan, you are the problem .

Ahan ,"Me, what have I done now !!?".
"Do you know how much people are saying behind our backs? Even relatives are asking me why I am getting my younger son married when the older one is still unmarried."
Ahan's eyes became a little dark with this ,
he said with a cold tone ,"I don't give a damn what other people think about me ma ,let them say whatever they want I don't care they aren't important. These people can only talk .Their mere gossip won't change our life. "
Because of Ahan's this kind of behaviour, she became worried and said with a soft voice ,"I know you don't care, but I don't want any other people to talk bad about our family. Even if it's now or some time after you have to get married,your father and I are worried for you. "
Ahan scoffed," Father is worried about me. What a joke."
Mrs. Aziz," Don't talk about your father like that ,he really cares about you and wants you to be happy."
Ahan," only if it was true," he said to himself.
"When are you coming home ?It's your younger brothers wedding, and you are not even home yet. When will you come ?".
"Soon ma just let me finish some important work than I will come ".
Mrs.Aziz," Your works have become more important than your family. Ok Allah Hafez ,take care of yourself. "Then the call got disconnected.

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