Somewhere in Beijing is the son of a Turkish billionaire, Aabid Jalaludeen, the first male grandchild of a deceased Multibillionare, Jaluludeen AbdulHameed. An order from his father to move to Turkey and stop his troublesome activities is proved by...
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The moment he parked his car in the lot, Aabid gallantly walked up to a group of men playing billiards in the front yard. They all paused at the sight of him.
"Look who's here!" A voice beamed with a grin the moment Aabid approached them. The man called Farhan walked hurriedly towards Aabid and the two embraced as brothers. The other two also came up to him and hugged one after the other.
"It's been a long time I swear, I cannot believe we are finally meeting after so many years," Farhan said softly, looking into Aabid's excited eyes. He had been his friend since he was 5 years old after his mother suddenly disappeared. They naturally had a strong bond with each other.
"If you want, do not believe it," Daanish playfully slapped Farhan, to which Farhan shoved him in retaliation.
"Stop it, you two," Farhed said, trying to stop the two from having a play fight. Aabid just laughed, enjoying what he was seeing.
"This reminds me of our wrestling match," Aabid said and went to the water dispenser to get a cup. They were in Daanish's luxury flat.
"Oh yes, I remember!" Daanish exclaimed as he laughed and then stopped to smile at Farhan. "I almost broke your neck, then, Farhan. Father was so scared."
"Liar. That was before I almost broke your figure. You are lucky Aabid saved you, I swear," Farhan replied.
"I wonder who will win now?" Said Farhed "It was like that when the boys were boys. Now I'd like to see how it turns out when the boys have become men!" he chuckled as Aabid toasted him.
"I would definitely win!" Danish exclaimed, and moved closer to Farhan. Farhan tried to poke Daanish in the groin with his feet, knowing that Daanish would run back and it would all end. And it did. So it ended.
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After a random discussion, they moved to the living room, each with a packet of crisps that Farhed had supplied. Now their eyes were fixed on an action movie. From time to time Daanish glanced at his phone, Farhan at the clock; Aabid was suddenly completely engrossed in his phone while Farhed was watching the movie with keen interest. The air-conditioner was blowing moderately and the curtains were completely separated so that one could see the night scenery.
It was a 2-bed flat given to Daanish by his father, a popular Turkish surgeon in Istanbul. Daanish was a practising architect and the only male child of both his parents. He had two older sisters who were preparing to marry soon. The mother, a psychologist who worked in the same hospital as her husband, was planning a double wedding.
