THE DESTINED CONFLUENCE

CATCHING UP

"Mujhe nahi karna aapka wala workout, it's so deadly."Hassan complained

"Fatty... It never gets easier, you just get better." Haider responded

Hassan asked, "Original tha?"

"Nahi, kisi gym ke bahar padha tha," Haider replied with a grin making Hassan laugh.

"Guys, ab jo sab sort hogaya hai, ammi ne tum dono ko dinner pe invite kiya hai." Zaviyaar announced

Hassan asked, "Dono ko?"

Zaviyaar corrected him with a chuckle, "Ummm... nahi, matlab kiya to Haider ko tha, par tumbhi chale hi chalo"

"Kuch special hai" Haider asked

"Nahi... Mere sasural waalo ki dawat hai" Zaviyaar replied

"Mahim bhi aa rahi" Haider asked a smile appearing on his face

"Kon Mahim" Hassan raised his eyebrow

Haider quickly responded, "Tumhari bhabhi," then, realizing his mistake, corrected himself, "Ki dost, I mean."

Zaviyaar covered his mouth, trying to hide his laughter.

Hassan ignored the two and asked "Shaheer kaha hoga bhaijaan?"

Haider guessed, "Kisi instructor ko aajis kar raha hoga."

Hassan decided, "Wow my favourite job I'll just go meet him," and headed towards the door.

Zaviyaar added sarcastically, "Tell him to wrap up, humari favourite khala ghar aayi hai."

Hassan made a face and muttered, "Oh shiz."
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Hassan and Shaheer, chatting as they left the academy, saw Haider drive up in a luxurious car.

"Ruko, mai gaadi nikaal ke aata hoon," Haider said as he pulled out a Porsche Cayenne from the parking lot.

"Porsche Cayenne!" Hassan exclaimed with excitement.

"Ye kab li aapne bhaijaan? Matlab ho kya raha hai? Mai UK kya gaya, Zaviyaar bhai ne Land Rover Defender le li, aur ab aapne Porsche Cayenne? What on earth is happening?" Hassan said, showing off his car knowledge and enthusiasm.

Haider smiled.

When they arrived at Zaviyaar's house, Hassan couldn't contain his excitement. Seeing the house brought back memories. He had spent a lot of time here, either escaping Haider's tough workouts or enjoying game nights with Shaheer.

"Wow, bhai, aapne ye fountain kab lagaya?" he asked, looking at the new addition like a child.

"Kuch mahino pehle hi" Zaviyaar replied getting off from his car
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As they entered the house, Nagma, who had opened the door, saw Hassan and her eyes filled with tears. She had always cared for the boys like a mother. For Hassan, who had spent little time with his own mother, Nagma had been a crucial source of motherly love after his grandmother. Whether it was helping him with school projects or comforting him after Haider's stern scolding, she had always been there. Hassan deeply appreciated her kindness.

Nagma, unable to hold back her emotions, exclaimed, "Has... hassan," and pulled him into a warm hug.

"Mere bacche, tum kab aaye? Kaise ho? Kitne duble hogaye ho, khana sahi se nahi khaate kya? Dekho kya haal bana liya hai," she said, her concern evident.

Hassan laughed and replied, "Shhh, mother India, itne saare sawaal ek saath puchengi to mai jawaab kaise dunga?"

"Mai ek hafte pehle aaya, aur dubla to nahi hua. Bhaijaan ne to kaha mai mota hogaya hoon," he answered.