Four walls and a Roof

COMPROMISE

"Dad, Try to understand please, If you won't let me marry him, you'll lose your one and only daughter. I'm seriously so sick of convincing you. If you plan to abandon me, OKAY I'm okay with that. Live here with your so called privilege, your property, your throne but remember one thing you won't ever see my face." Amaima almost shouted at completion of her side.

Mr. Ahmed Ali Khan was kind of worried and kind of angry since the day her one and only and most precious daughter had revealed her love life to him. Amaima Ali Khan wanted to marry a man who had already been married to someone. Apparently that man and his wife had a son too. Mr. Ahmed Ali Khan did a little bidding about the man his daughter was madly in love with. Muqeet Ali Shah was very much new into business world and his reputation wasn't at Mr. Khan's level.

Mr. Ahmed Ali Khan was country's well known politician, had one of the most spreaded and vast businesses  in country's history. His reputation among locals was just right. Some looked up to him because of the way he started from a scratch and became one of the biggest icons country had. Some were jealous so they kept backbiting, called him arrogant and corrupt. Some were just too much onto his feet for the way he helped improving underdeveloped areas. Aside from the industries he set up, a number of hospital and schools were under his business. In short He was one of the country's biggest industrialists. He got married an ordinary girl when he was nothing but just a beginner. A normal flower enthusiast, softest than thousand roses. She volunteered at a flower garden when she caught Ahmed Ali Khan's attention. He visited that flower garden daily back then until one day he finally got to talk that sunshine of his life. Things grew up and they got married. Being hot headed business man who married his work even before his actual marriage, he often forgot about his wife. Until one day, she was rushed to the hospital for pregnancy complications. Time is cruel, fate is cruel, she couldn't make it and died after giving birth to a beautiful baby girl. Ahmed Ali Khan was devastated to know that. He had no choice but to regret and grieve over what had happened. A part of him was continuously bashing him for not being with his wife when she needed him the most. A part of him was worried about his daughter and her upbringing who just came into the world. He had taken tough decisions in his life earlier. He had to move on, he had to make the best for his daughter. That day he promised himself to bring her daughter everything she could ever desire for and he did fulfill his promise. Despite his hard schedules, he never failed making time for his invaluable daughter. Amaima loved her dad dearly unless she finally met a reason to argue with him. 

Amaima met Muqeet at an exhibition. That man had a charm, attraction, youth and good looks, he had everything. She fell for him, chased him down unless he started liking her back. At first he kept her first marriage hidden. When he revealed it, she was so in love to head back from that point and honestly she didn't care much, she loved him and him only, his background never did matter. 

It was the time her dad started implying his focus on her marriage. She came up with best choices but Amaima kept on refusing until one day she finally told him about whom she was interested in. Her father had no problems with guy's financial background, he could easily afford a thousand guys like him. Problem was his marriage background. A man who was already married and had a son was not the right choice he knew. He kept on refusing until today her daughter threatened him of leaving him alone and not showing her face ever again. He was devastated once again. He wasn't young now. He had nothing to lose but his only daughter and he wanted her on his side no matter what. He gave up trying to make her understand.

"Fine, Fine", His eyes started to turn red as he spoke up.

"Fine, you can marry him but don't leave Just, Just don't ever leave me Amaima I'll die" He, a man stronger than steels, who faced hardest of times on his own started crying in front of his daughter who was weaker than paper strings. Love for loved ones. Love, Love in any shape is the strongest emotion God created. Love made lovers spend their lives in abandoned desserts. Love made lovers consume poison just to meet their loved ones again. Hatred can be hardest but love is the strongest. 

He was his father, he loved him more than all the forests and oceans combined, he finally gave up. 

                                        ..................................................................................

He was just greeting his chachi [1], Ashar had left for picking grocery up. Mahnoor was busy washing dishes ofcourse with her ear phones and favourite music blasting in easily edible to people passing by. Anyways she didn't care.

The moment he wanted to have seat, someone entered the hall. Mahnoor came out to inform she had done dishes when she heard her sister coming home.

"Asslam Alaikum[2]" She was tired and her face had a lot of emotions combined including irritation, annoyance and tiredness. 

It was her. 'OH MY GOD It's her, it's HER.'

He was going to have a seat but couldn't. Him hung in air, half sitting half standing looked funny. Who cared when she was here for whom he came all the way long back to hell. His brain stopped all the calculations. His heart acted like it had forgotten how to beat anymore. STUPID. Heart is stupid [3]. 

She looked at him. OH GOD. His charms were no more there. He looked stupid continuously staring at her face. Who knew he was in another world. She looked at him, didn't bother to greet again as she had done earlier. She just bent a little and moved to her room. 

It was lesser than a literal second when she looked at him and sent him to frozen hell.

"Bro you fine?" Mahnoor came up giggling as she saw him half sitting half standing with an idiotic posture. He suddenly came back to the world.

"Ah yeah, I'm fine. I don't know I keep zoning out now a days alot. I'm growing old I guess."

A perfect smile at the end. Perfect. His charms were back.

[1]: For brown familie, Chachi is your dad's younger brother's wife.

[2]: Muslim way of saying hello.

[3]: Just a piece of advice. :)))))))))

A/N: Introduced first part of flashback today. Don't be confused. I'll link everything soon. Enjoy. Don't forget to vote and comment Of course if you come this far.