--- Clouds of Arrogance / غرور کے بادل Ghuroor Ke Badal ---
Rohan Lashari, heir to a powerful political dynasty, is accustomed to a life of privilege. His father Mir Lashari, a veteran politician, shields him from the repercussions of his rec...
The grand hall of the mansion grew eerily quiet as the last guests departed, their cheerful chatter replaced by the hushed rustling of staff cleaning up after the evening's festivities. Zahra gave a satisfied smile, pulling her shawl tighter around her shoulders as she turned to Mir.
"It was a good evening," she said, her voice soft but brimming with pride.
Mir Lashari nodded, his expression that of a man who had just secured another victory. "Yes, it was. Another step forward," he replied, glancing at Rohan, who stood slightly apart, his demeanor uncharacteristically distracted.
"You should rest, beta," Mir said, giving Rohan a knowing look. "It's been a long night for all of us."
Rohan nodded, his face unreadable, though his jaw tightened ever so slightly. "I'll check on something first," he replied, his voice low.
Zahra watched him go, a hint of curiosity in her gaze, but she said nothing, turning back to her husband as they made their way upstairs.
Rohan's steps were brisk, almost impatient, as he made his way to the east wing of the haveli, where his room was located. The ornate hallways, dimly lit now, seemed to stretch endlessly, but his mind was too preoccupied to notice.
When he entered the lounging area there, Kabir, Baryal and Jahan were already there, lounging on the leather sofa. Kabir was idly flipping through his phone, while Jahan and Baryal were talking. They all looked up when Rohan walked in, their expressions curious.
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"What's with you?" Kabir asked, his tone casual but his brows furrowing slightly at Rohan's tense demeanor.
Rohan closed the door behind him and leaned against it for a moment, exhaling sharply. "We have a problem," he said, his voice low but filled with urgency.
That got their attention. Jahan straightened in his seat. "What kind of problem?"
Rohan's eyes darted between them before he stepped forward, running a hand through his already disheveled hair. "The girl," he began, his voice clipped.
Kabir frowned, sitting up. "What girl? What are you talking about?"
Rohan shot him a sharp look. "Meherbano. The girl whose father... you know," he said, his voice trailing off slightly as if unwilling to say it out loud. "She was here. At the party."
Jahan swore under his breath, standing up abruptly. "What the hell do you mean she was here? How?"
"She's part of one of the research program we been funding," Rohan explained, pacing the room now, his movements frenetic. "I didn't know until I saw her. She... she's the one who broke the vase upstairs. I caught her snooping in my room."
Kabir's eyes widened. "What?! She was in your room?"
Rohan nodded, his hands clenching into fists. "Yes. I don't know how but she recognised me, and also you two from the farmhouse"
