Mars: A game of black and red

Chapter-1

**Ayushra Qureshi:

Thud, a slap landed on my cheek as soon as I stepped inside Qureshi mansion. And it was none other than my step ma. Hafsa Qureshi.

"you bitch, can't you be punctual ?"

"why are you slapping her ma? Its just half an hour she must have her reason to be late" - Ayush said

"you better not poke your nose when the elders are talking" she glared him and added " And - if you are ready then leave for the party."

He left because he knows that if he urged with me more it will cause trouble for me. I sometimes really think how can be a mother and son be so different from eachother. In fact he was not like my father though. My family looked like a typical aristocratic family , where daughters are considered as burdens. After my mother died, he married my step mom. Arranging a party on my mother's death anniversary and flowing crocodile tears turned to be a trend in this family. It was just a show. And about love my surroundings and the environment I grew up was enough to make me belief that love is a manipulation.

My life always plays rough games with me. Not like that I don't prefer rough and raw. Smoothness was never my aura. It was always rough. I was immediately summoned to Qureshi mansion, which I have never considered as home as it doesn't feels like one. I don't know the reason, so I have to rush from my hospital with my bike. Getting a leave from my hospital wasn't a smooth cup of tea, but I have somehow managed today. When I arrived here I got to know about a party that I have to attend in an hour with my lovely father and ma. Which was nothing but a show created by my papa and ma about how caringly the look after me. Nah my life is a show.

After getting a good criticism from my ma I headed upstairs towards my so called room to get ready. Red, it was my addiction and obsession. Most of the stuffs in my collection are red. Say it velvet, crimson, carmine, scarlet, blood or maroon, its always red. I went towards my wardrobe where I kept some of my dresses for this type of case as I have successfully shifted myself into an apartment. And about Peps and Media, my skills and brain is enough to handle such a small mess. Taking one of my red and golden embroidered ghagra choli set and essential jewelries, I did applied some makeup to cover the red slap mark on my brown cheek. And then I approached towards my ma and Papa who was sitting on the sofa and talking about some business with Malliks' . After they saw me they ordered me to sit on the back sit of their car and go with them. I went with them , a fake smile prevailed through my lips..

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My eyes got widened with the mesmerizing beauty of AK empire. The Party was thrown by Mr. Shaheen Ahmed Khan in a occasion of his son's arrival. Sons, they always gets the most priority. The hall was a big hall-room that looks like a mansion but it's a hall. The most beautiful and expensive hall to book in the whole Bangladesh, owned by AK Empire. The two storied building had a vintage vibe. It was surrounded by huge field type flower garden. And now as it was spring, and the time for the krishnachuras to bloom, the top of the trees turned red making the grass field look red. ' Ugh, me and my desire to go to the backyard of this place...'

After meeting a few guests there, It was superb clear that all the Business man of Dhaka and Shahenshabad are present here along with their whole family. The main reason for ma and papa to commemorate their daughter. The sun was soon to be set, the red shade of the sun could be seen from here. And I got a chance to move from here to the backyard. After seeking permission from my so called parents I ran towards the backyard. A wired feeling of being watched took over me. But that is the less important thing that I would care about right now.

Soon I reached the backyard of the Mansion. Slightly cold spring wind covered with beautiful fragrance of belle unknowingly took over me. My lungs filled with the smell of freedom and independence from the breeze. I gladly slipped off from my heels and placed my barefoot on the cold grass. The feeling of freedom took over me and I love it.