A beautiful mishap

82. Silent treatment

"Bhaiya bhaiya please stop I am sorry!" Zara pleaded, chasing after Ahaan and grasping his hand.

Ahaan turned and gave her a sharp glare, she took a step back and lowered her head.

"Koi zarurat nahi hai sorry karne ki when you don't even realise your mistake!" Ahaan said firmly.

"Nahi bhaiya I realise it aapke aane se phele hi I knew it maine kya kiya I am sorry!" Zara apologised with her head hung low.

"Kis cheez ke liye sorry haan? Ghar se jhoot bolke permission lene ke liye ya bina permission liye bina inform kiye club jaane ke liye? Ek unauthorised driver ke sath drive pe jaane ke liye? Ya wo spiked drink peene ki bewakoofi karne ke liye!" Ahaan's voice echoed through the whole mansion, it was so loud that zara had goosebumps.

Umer gestured to the servants, signaling them to leave. Ahaan usually handled sensitive matters in the library, where privacy was assured, but this time he hadn't moved towards the library. Umer ensured that the servants wouldn't gossip about Zara's mistakes, all the servants silently went into servant quarter.

Tears flowed down zara's cheeks listening Ahaan's tone.

"Bohut badi hogayi ho na, wo zara rahi hi nahi jo phele thi, clubs jaane lagi ho, apne bhaiya ji ko dhoka dene lagi ho, actually meri hi galti hai bigaad (spoil) ke rakhdiya hai maine tumhe, theek hai fir aaj se mera tumhe bigaadna bund, ghar me pair to ruk hi nahi raha do pal ke liye, mai dekhta hu ab tum Istanbul kaisa jaati ho, you're grounded for your Istanbul trip, sab jaenge par tum yahi rahogi ghar pe, aaj se mere paas sone ki bhi zarurat hai jab itni hi badi hogayi ho ki sneak karke clubs jaasakti ho to akele bhi so sakti ho!" Ahaan's words cut deep, and Zara's tears fell harder.

With that, Ahaan turned and walked into his room.

Zara stood there, shaking her head in denial. Normally, when Ahaan scolded her, there was a question-and-answer session, a chance for her to explain herself. But this time, there was no discussion, no opportunity for justification. Ahaan had simply announced her punishment and walked away.

Deep down, even Ahaan knew that Zara must have had her reasons for sneaking out. She wasn't the type to lie confidently or take risks without a thought. There was more to the story, but Ahaan's mind was consumed by the consequences of Zara drinking the spiked juice

This is what huda wanted, she knew how protective zara's brothers are and how they will react knowing their sister is in club, it was her plan to let faaris know, and from faaris to umer and Ahaan, because no way she would get scoldings, she knew her mother might protect her.

Zara's heart shattered when Ahaan said he would stop spoiling her, it was a luxury to her, no one ever spoiled her and pampered her before the way he did. She never had the guts to be the stubborn and ask for the things she wants, she never had the guts to throw tantrums because she never had anyone who could bear her tantrums, ahaan provided her the comfort to be as naughtiest, moody, mischievous as she wants but there was always a line he maintained to make sure she doesn't turn into rebel or brat. His spoiling had been a warm blanket that wrapped around her soul, making her feel seen, heard, and adored.

"Bhai..aap to baat karein, aap toh naraaz mat ho!" She sobbed.

"Mai nahi naraaz hu buss gussa aaraha hai, tum atleast mujhe to bata sakti thi aisa kuch plans ho to, mai handle karleta, tumhe andaza bhi nahi hai wo kitni gandi jagah hai, 18+ illegal couples ki jagah thi zoi wo tumhe waha nahi jaana chahiye tha kuch hojata tumhe, tum jo drink peene wali thi wo spiked thi agar hum nahi aate time par toh tum wo drink peekar... pata nahi kya hojata!" Umer sighed and went near her, he took her into a hug and kissed her head.

"Jao apne kamre me, bhaiya naraaz hai kuch der baad jab unka gussa thanda hojaye to mana lena!" Umer said gently.

"Aap kaise maanoge?" She asked sniffing.