A beautiful mishap

58. Cigarette

"Meri bhen ko apni team me karliya, ab mai kya karungi!" Minaheel pouted sadly.

"Toh aap meri team me!" Ahaan ruffled minaheel's hairs.

"Aap mujhe ghumane lejaoge?" Minaheel asked.

"Kyu nahi, waise bhi humlog plan hi kar rahe hai zara aur umer ke exams ke baad, aap sath chalna maza aayega!" Ahaan answered smiling.

"Bhaiya ki team me aana hai toh unse din me 2 baar daant khani padti hai!" Umer chuckled.

"Tum toh chup hi karo, bewajah Ahaan bhai ko tang karte ho, mai jaanti hu itna bhi nahi hai jitna tumne inhe strict portray karke rakha hai!" Minaheel rolled her eyes.

In just two short months, Umer and Minaheel had developed a beautiful friendship, through countless chats and phone calls.

"Mujh pe yaqeen nahi hai to zoi se puchlo!" Umer shrugged.

"Sach keh rahe hai umer bhai, bhaiya ki team join karna bekarr hai meenu aapki life me already bhaiya 2.0 hai zayyan bhai!" Zara jumped in teasing.

"Aapi bolo!" Umer gritted his teeth glaring zara, who ignored him.

"Zyada nahi hora zara!" Ahaan shot her a sharp glare.

"Tumhe zyada karne ki zarurat nahi hai, trust me you won't enjoy getting slapped in your future in laws house!" Arsalan whispered.

Ahaan's eyes widened, his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. He still remembers Arsalan's firm slap.

Flashback:-

Arsalan was at villa on hania's wedding day when he heard Ahaan shouting loudly downstairs, he stepped out of his room to see what happened. What he saw made his heart skip a beat. Zara in the room opposite to his crying brutally in umer's embrace. He overheard their conversation on makeup, and his blood boiled, He loved Ahaan and Umer like his own children, but Zara had somehow managed to carve out a special place in his heart, one that Hania ans Saad has. The thought of Ahaan scolding her so harshly in front of everyone was unbearable.

He went downstairs and spotted Ahaan sitting on couch. His instincts screamed at him to slap Ahaan right then and there, but the presence of Aiman and Minaheel stayed his hand.

"Ahaan come to my room right now!" Arsalan commanded firmly, he turned and moved towards his room.

Ahaan's eyes widened in shock as he watched Arsalan's retreating figure, he stood up and trailed behind Arsalan to his room.

"Ji chachu?" Ahaan asked with his hands folded behind his back.

Arsalan locked the door behind ahaan. Without saying a word, he slapped Ahaan hard, catching him off guard. Ahaan stumbled backward, clutching his cheek in shock. He had expected Arsalan to scold him, but the slap had come out of nowhere.

"How dare you scold her so badly?" Arsalan shouted.

"Chachu please, you can't just take her side without knowing the reason." Ahaan struggled to maintain his composure.

"Whatever the reason is Ahaan, she's just a kid and you cannot shout on her like that, awaazein upar tak aarahi thi, pagal hogaye ho jo is tarah chilla rahe ho, bachi rorokar apna bura haal kar rahi hai!" Arsalan scolded.

"Har baar rodeti hai aur sab melt hojate hai, maine mana kiya tha usey makeup lagane se chehra dekhein aap uska makeup ki thick layer nazar aarahi hai!" Ahaan said looking down.

"Wo nahi toh tum lagaoge makeup? Bachi hai kardiya makeup to kounsi aafat aagayi!" Arsalan asked firmly.

"Chachu baat samjhein please doctor ne mana kiya hai usey, kuch din sabar karlegi toh uski skin ke liye acha hoga, mai thodi na dushman hu uska, mujhe bhi pyari hai wo!" Ahaan's voice remained low.