Till we meet again

Chapter 7

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Jamal walked in the lounge anxiously with his hands at the back. Waheed stood beside Jamal's big chair he usually sat in. He had been receiving calls from all the people in his social circle asking him about the mistake his company made and some of them even taunted about him being in the elections at a time when people won't even trust him enough to vote. A number of news channels had also called him asking for an interview while a huge crowd of people had gathered outside his house. He was stressed.

"Why of all the time, it had to happen now?" he muttered to himself as he walked. Waheed looked at him.

"Sir you should sit down and relax, you will wear yourself out getting stressed like this."

"Relax?" he stopped and glared at him, "How can I relax at a moment when all the media is waiting to jump on me the moment I step out of my house!" he started to walk again, "It was a plan that could have gone smooth, if I had earned profit from the new formula, but the pharmaceutical team had to make a mistake at a crucial time like this. I should not have taken the risk at this time, I made a huge mistake."

Waheed's lips turned into a mysterious smile, "I have an idea sir."

Jamal once again stopped and gazed at him anxiously, "and what is it?"

"You should simply apologize in front of the media and then," he paused

"And then?"

"And then announce Hania's Marriage to get all the attention focused on her."

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He entered her room without knocking as he always used to do.

"Hey Hani!" Waheed gave a smirk at Hania who was lying in her bed. She had come home after the transmission and had just fallen asleep but jumped off the bed startled as she heard him.

"Why won't you knock the door before coming inside?" She sat straightening her posture, as he came and sat beside her on her bed.

"Why should these formalities come between us and ruin our relationship-to-be sweety?" He smiled widely as he leaned over to her and her eyes widened.

"What relationship-to-be?"

"Oh come on darling you knew right from the beginning that we were going to get married sooner or later and now that your father has worst circumstances, he wants you to get married as soon as possible, so get ready, you're soon going to be my wife and then I won't tolerate you pushing me away." He pinched her nose lightly as he got up to leave, while she sat still, with her gaze fixed to the wall.

"No...No, this can't be..." she murmured when her phone started to ring on the side table beside her.

The call was from an unknown number but she picked it up anyways.

"Who is this?"

There was silence for a moment.

"I..It's Farhan."

Her eyebrows rose in surprise, because she had never given him her number, neither she had expected him to call her at such a late hour.

"Why did you call and how did you get my number?"

"I...um...I'll marry you."

There was a long silence on either sides, she was utterly confused and could not gather up words before she said, "It's too late to make such jokes to tease me, we'll talk in the morning."

"No, no don't hang up. I...um..I'm serious. Well let's talk about it tomorrow, can we meet up?"

She still couldn't believe in what she had just heard but couldn't refuse to meet him as this could be her last chance to get rid of Waheed from her life, so she agreed.

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The picture Farhan saw in Jawad's inbox was of Hania, and the text contained the details about her being the daughter of Jamal Mushtaq. He still didn't know the intntions of Jawad but he himself had actually hit a Jackpot, the person he had been looking for, all this time was right beside him. How could he let such a wonderful chance, to peek into Jamal's secrets, go. This could be a huge breakthrough for his career, and he could do anything for that even if she had to marry Hania!

But for now his motivation had a downfall when in the morning his chief sent him to the producer. He was scolded and insulted for what he had did to Jamal's reputation.

Jamal would have sent this message over to him, he thought to himself, but this is only gonna make me want to destroy him even more.

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She walked slowly with her shoulders drooped and her hoodie on her head saving her fair complexion from the sunrays. She had the nightmare again. That teddy in blood had her awake right in the middle of the dark night and she couldn't sleep afterwards. Her eyes were red. Her feet suddenly came to a stop when she saw a rose in front of her eyes. She lifted her head up and saw Hassan holding the flower for her.

Hassan was a 12 years old kid that used to work at a small restaurant. Hania had seen him working and getting beaten up by the shop owner, after that when he used to come out crying, she would buy him bunch of candied and chocolates.

She smiled at him, "Hey Hassan, how have you been?" she bent over to pat his head and took the flower.

"This is beautiful." She sniffed the rose.

"You know sis, I am going to study in a school. My father got me admitted to a school nearby." He smiled delightfully.

"Oh that's so good, I am so happy for you." She smiled, while a thought crossed her mind, I wish I could too.

"Thankyou, anyways sis, why does that strange man keep looking at you." He said with concern pointing over to somewhere far. She followed the direction of his finger and saw Farhan waving from a distance.

"Is that your boyfriend?" She turned towards him startled who said the words sheepishly.

"N...No..Not a boyfriend." She stuttered.

"Well, he's actually very handsome, you should marry him." She went speechless at the kid's words and just patted his head again as her cheeks turned red, and looked at Farhan who was probably on the phone with someone.

What was there fate going to be?