Zeeshan Ahmed - Point of view:
I just wanted to apologize. I realized that ke meri bhi ghalti thi. Aur wase bhi maafi mangne se insaan chota nahi ho jata balke dil bara ho jata hai. So I am sorry for every each thing like actions and words I used on you.
Ya Allah yeh ladki toh kuch aur hi nikhli. Pehle itni akar dikha rahi thi aur phir assani se maafi bhi maang li. People need courage to do that and she just did it.
I was sitting on the couch in the hall when mom entered, "agay beta, kaise raha university ka pehla din, acha laga?" she asked question on question.
"Relax mama itni sare questions aur woh bhi ek sath, bache ko saans toh lene do" I said and she sat beside me on the couch. I sat up and laid back again with my head on her lap.
"Jee mama university acha laga, it was pretty cool, apko bata hai ke mera teacher Mr. Brandon papa ke naam be mujshe maska lagane ki khosish kar rahe thé lekin unhe kya bata ke unke students unse bhi zyaada clever hai" I told her and she laughed.
We were talking when the businessmen entered in the hall. Yeah my dad and my only loving, caring brother Ishaan.
They said their salams and sat down, taking off their coats.
"How was your day?" mom asked them and dad smiled looking at Ishaan who looked down.
After a bit time he looked up at me and my lips curved up to a smirk.
"Begum aaj meri baat hui thi un logo se aur woh ke rehe the ke jab bacho ko 1 maheeney ke baat 2 hafton ki chooti hogi tab shaadi karwani hai" dad said in a happy tone while smiling.
"Yeh tho buhat achi baat hai" she said when the servant entered with tea on a tray in her hands.
"Papa, shaadi kahan karni hai?" I asked and he replied "Dubai main".
"Yaey, bhai ki shaadi aur woh bhi Dubai mein, mubarak ho bhai" I said while walking towards him. "Thanks bro" he said now hugging me.
Mom and dad were busy in their own conversation, and bro of course SMSing hone wali bhaabi jii.
I slowly walked out of the hall to my room upstairs, my big and peachfull heaven. I entered the room and walked to my bed. Falling on the soft bed with blue and black bed sheets on. Laying my head on the soft pillow, I raised my hand to the left black drawer beside the bed and took the remote to the, tv which was six meters away on the front wall painted blue.
After watching a football match, I walked to the wardrobe in the other end of the room. Taking out my black adidas trouser and a black t-shirt I went to the bathroom, for a long and relaxing shower.
I came out of the room and went downstairs for dinner. Eating mom's own made chicken biryani is the best thing ever. "Wooaw mom, delicious" I said looking at her who smiled in return "thank you beta".
"Zeeshan tumhari mom keh rahi thi ke woh Brandon kuch zyaada hi maska lagata hai, is it right?" he asked smiling at me. "Well dad maska toh woh mirch masala laga kar karta hai, but woh kuch student ko pehle hi din, pareshaan kar ke rakha hai" I said and he laughed.
"Dad I don't like the different behaviours of his. Mere sath ache se pes aata hai lkin bagi students ko jasa katne ko dorr ta hai. Apko bata hai, ek ladki ne asi band bajai, asi fireback ki, ke uske pass kuch blone ko hi nahi tha" I added and they began laughing.
"Who is this girl bro" Ishaan asked with raised eyebrows.
"I don't know, muhje Umair ne bataya tha, uska friend bhi Brandon ke class me bartha hai aur wahan be kisi ladki ne ... " I answered.
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General Fiction"Get it I don't care if you are the Zeeshan Ahmed 'son of the billionaire Mohammed Ahmed' or if you are a jerk walking down the street. Never ever mess with me, understood?" she asked pointing her finger towards me. I fisted my hands and...
