Alina was ecstatic when she got selected for an internship in Noida's best Architecture firm- Infinite Designs. Her parents were apprehensive, but she was positive and determined. Only if she knew she was going in for a rollercoaster ride that woul...
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'Uzma! Uzma.' Jahangir called as he struggled with his tie. Within minutes, a worried-looking Uzma entered the room and enquired about him. She suppressed her smile as he pointed towards his tie. As she helped him with his tie, he began to apply perfume on his wrist and then the collar. Uzma took a step back.
'Ji, I was wondering where you are going?' Slowly, she looked at him. Jahangir turned to the mirror and spoke whilst adjusting the collar of his white shirt.
'Your good for nothing son has left me with no choice.' – He said sternly, turned to face his wife, - 'the business won't run on its own.' He taunted pulling his coat from the back of the chair and then wore it. Uzma pressed her lips and exhaled deeply.
'I don't know what to do with him. He is turning out to be much like Minhas. Useless.' She expressed her displeasure. Jahangir hummed in response adjusting the sleeve of his shirt. Uzma looked with uncertainty.
'Ji, yesterday when you were out then—Haider's girlfriend and a boy had come.' She paused as he stilled. Slowly, he turned to her again. He looked intently at her. Uzma lowered her head briefly, fidgeting with her fingers, then she looked at him.
'I gave them sound reprimanding and threw them out of the house.' – She sighed, - 'You were right, that girl was very beautiful.' – she placed her hand gently over his chest, - 'I trust you, Jahangir. Whatever you do is for Haider's benefit.' She confessed. Jahangir smiled a little and held her shoulder bringing her closer to him.
'That is why I love you so much.' He kissed the side of her head. She smiled closing her eyes.
After Uzma bid Jahangir goodbye, she walked back inside. She called out a maid that passed by her and enquired if Hania had eaten breakfast. She got concerned when she was informed that she hadn't.
'Okay, you get me food I will feed my daughter with my own hands.' She said with a loving smile.
Uzma twisted the doorknob but it doesn't open. She took a moment and then knocked at the door. There was no response. She bit her lip, thought briefly and then, knocked harder. A minute later, the door flung open.
'Oh, Hania. What is the matter, my dear?' Uzma queried looking with concern at her crying daughter. Hania was still dressed in her nightclothes, her braid messed up and tear-stained her cheeks. Uzma placed her palm on her shoulder and shook her gently. Hania doesn't lookup. Her mother made her walk inside and the two women sat on the edge of the bed. Uzma held her chin and lifted her face.
'What is the matter?' She asked. Hania sniffed.
'I am a very bad sister, Mom. Big brother loves me so much and I—fell for what dad said.' She cried. Uzma frowned.
'What, my bacha?'
Hania wiped her tears with the back of her palms, - 'Dad said that girl, Alina was manipulating Big Brother. I have met her and knew she is a middle-class gold digger. That is why I believed Dad and told him about his new place. But had I not said to him, Big Brother wouldn't have been injured too badly.' She confessed in between her sobs.
