His Family

Biya is a unique and straightforward girl and a bit fiery. Her fierceness is for those who trie to be outspoken with her or lure her to themselves for no reason. By nature, she is a soft-hearted girl and according to her mother, she is badly caught by the germs of her kindness which made her help every troubled person.

And in her that act of help, she forget about the loss she has to take on herself. Her mother is always afraid because of her habit, she quickly became angry.

According to her mother, girls should be patient and calm by nature. While her father always supports her because her father knows that Biya doesn't become angry for no reason.

While, on the other side there is a tall, handsome, and good-looking man Sikandar Shah. His killer dressing always intensifies his personality. He is well aware of his dashing look. That's why there is always an indication of arrogance in his gait.

While walking in a style he seems more like a prince of the state. His facial look and features were clearly expressing his haughtiness.

Either men, children, or older whoever looked at him they forget to flutter their eyelashes. But the solemn look apparent on his face and the wave of hatred running in his eyes were enough to tremble or fear the one in front of him.

Girls usually used to droll over him. But he never glanced at them, in fact, he consider it his insult to look at the girls. In his life, two women were respectable to him one is Aunt Bina and the other is Hina (Ayaan's mother and sister).

Except them, he loath every other women.

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"Excuse me, Biya...." Biya after constantly taking three long classes was coming downstairs while talking with her friends Hira and Ahad when a voice on her back stopped her feet.

"Hi" Hammad stood at a little distance from them and greeted them. They all greeted him as well.

"How are you, Biya?"

"I'm good."

"Biya I have to talk to you," Hammad said, staring at her. She was wearing white trousers and a white short shirt on which there was light embroidery work. And along with that, a white dupatta was on her shoulders and white sandals were on her feet. She was standing with her confident look and looking breathtakingly beautiful.

In her green ocean eyes, Hammad felt he was drowned in her beautiful eyes.

"Biya, we are going to the cafeteria. You also came there." Hira after gesturing to her went to the cafeteria with Ahad.

"Let's go." On Hammad saying, they both walked and came to the lawn of quiet and abandoned place. Here students' flow wasn't that much. And Hammad felt he can easily talk with her.

"Whatever you want to talk about, please do it quickly." Biya got irritated by his prolonged standing silence.

"Look Biya, I don't know how I tell you this.... I you......"

"What you...?" Biya asked, arching her brow.

"I love you....not today but one year ago.... you reside in my every dream and thought.... I am telling you this.... because it's my last semester and I want my mama and papa to come to your home..... I want to marry you..... living without you...." Before he could continue, Biya cut him off in the middle.

"Excuse me, Mr. Hammad.... don't you feel ashamed while talking like that.... whether you love me or not or whoever revolves in your dream, I don't care about it....these institutions are for studying and not for your love choosing.... I'm coming here for studying not for doing this useless work and to become the reason of satisfaction for a sick-minded girl like Zarmin..... and yes one thing more... I never want to marry..... and especially in a rich family, I will never do.... and neither does rich people and such so-called love are my standard......" She answered nonchalantly and then walked out of there without knowing that a silent tear escaped from Hammad's eye and was immersed in the ground.

And what if this tear of him become the reason of upheaval in Biya's life. Hammad was standing dumbfounded and staring at Biya, who was going away from him. "What was Hammad saying?" As she to the cafeteria, Ahad asked her.

"Nothing....he came to know about my fight with Zarmin....so he was apologizing for that." While answering her, she picked up the bottle of cold drink in front of Hira and took it to her mouth.

She doesn't feel it necessary to tell her the actual matter.

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Mrs. Bina, who runs an NGO, was at home today because of her holiday. She was cleaning her house from the maid under her supervision when a familiar honking sound of the car made her face turn into smiling.

Walking briskly, she came out of the lounge because she knew that her son Sikandar Shah just came. Sikandar, after stopping his car on the porch, came out and as always he finds Aunt Bina coming towards him. On that, a beautiful smile came to his lips.

"Assalamualaikum aunt...(Greetings)" Standing in front of her and placing both hands on her shoulders, he leaned and kissed her on her forehead.

"Walaikum salam my son (Greetings back)." Mrs. Bina took him in his embrace and showered her love for him. Holding her hand, Sikandar took her inside with himself.

"Sila..... leave this dusting. Go and make fresh juice and then make everything ready.... today biryani, chienese, sweet dish everything will be my son's favorite..... I myself will make them...." Mrs. Bina was so delighted on his arrival. After instructing her maid, as she turned towards him, Sikandar can't stop himself from smiling at her love for himself.

Willingly, he can't stop her from doing so because he knows he can't stay for a long time here, due to his important meeting today. But now how he can deny her? He always finds her that much caring and loving for himself.

"Aunt please.... come and sit here." Taking her, he made her sit on the sofa. Meanwhile, Sila came with the juice.

"Hina doesn't come yet, aunt?" Talking with her for a long time, when at last he asked her about Hina. She smiled and said to him.

"It's been two days since Hina is here. I think she is angry with you....."

"Why is this so?.....and where is she?"

"She is in her room. Her morning didn't happen yet."

"Ok, I am coming." Saying that, Sikandar went upstairs. Hina's room was on the second floor. As he turned the knob of the door of her room, it started opening by itself. He came inside and find Hina sleeping on her king-size bed.

He smiled and walked towards her. He kissed her on her head and straighten the blanket on her which was half on her and half lying down on the carpet. Feeling someone familiar touch around herself, Hina was forced to open her eyes.

She finds Sikandar sitting on the chair near her bed and running his finger in her hair and staring at her with adoring eyes.

"You......" She abruptly got up and sat on the bed and Sikandar's hand which was running in her hair, she took in her hands and kissed it.

"When did you come? I didn't know."

"It's been thirty-two years since I came to this cruel world."

"Brother.....go..... I am not talking with you. And by the way, I am very angry with you." In Sikandar's opposite reciprocating, she raised her finger in a warning and slide down from the bed, opening the drapes of the window.

"Hey, why my doll is angry?" He placed his hands on either side of her shoulders, turning her. Her eyes were clearly speaking about her complaining look.

"Look at my brother how ignorant he is acting...it means he doesn't know what sin he had committed.....wow ..... it's been three months and you didn't missed me once this time. Let alone call me, you didn't bother texting me a single. And neither did you come to pick me up from the airport." The way she was counting his sins on her fingers made it hard for Sikandar to suppress his smile.

Seeing his smiling face, as Hina moved forward to smack him, he raised his hands in surrendering himself.

"Ok ok sorry...." He was now holding his ears while asking for her sorry.

"I was busy." He said making his poor face.

"You will be apologized only on one condition.... you have to take me for dinner to a fancy restaurant."

"Ok done. Whenever you want.... I am always there for you."

"Ok, then you are apologized."

"Let's go out now. Aunt will be waiting." They were coming downstairs when Ayaan, who just entered the home came towards them after seeing them.

"Wow, amazing.... today big people are at our home." Ayaan took him in his embrace.

"Yes, Mr.... I am here since ten o clock. And look, it's almost three o'clock now...." Sikandar was showing him time to make him feel guilty.

"Yes, boss.... I got an ultimatum at two o clock from Mom that her prince has come home. I was dictated to be at home at three o clock. And now I am here ......" The three were laughing and conversing when they came to the dining table.

"Assalamualaikum mom.....wow what a smell....it seems everything is made of prince favorite...." Ayaan took his seat while kept on his blabbering.

"Of course.... today my son came after so many days......" Mrs. Bina was serving lunch on the table.

"Mom you know your prince, who is already the king of the business world, is now ready to prove himself to outside the world....he is working on a big project...." On Ayaan informing, his mother and Hina gazed at him whose faces were all showing smiling.

"Well done..... very very congratulations to my son.... which kind of project are you working?"

"Actually our company is manufacturing some new machines and materials. We are going to introduce new designs and ideas and show how, where, and when to use these machines and minerals.....and how they can benefit us.... very soon I have a meeting with a foreign delegation in which there will be our certain opponents.... everyone is gonna present their idea.....but I am hundred percent sure that our company will definitely achieve this project."

"Yes, my son will definitely achieve it."

"Best of luck, bro."

"Thanks, aunt, thanks, Hina."

After lunch, they were served with tea. After taking the tea, as Sikandar got up to take leave, Ayaan also stood up and went out with him.

Sikandar was ignoring him when Ayaan stood in front of him. Unwillingly, Sikandar has to stop.

"Sikandar I am sorry..... whatever happened in the office on that day.... you were right.... it's right I don't have any right to force you for something. I just want to see you happy...if it's that way then let it be like that.... I can't see you sad from me. Again I am sorry."

"What nonsense buddy....how can I be angry with you?" Sikandar said, taking him in his embrace. Ayaan felt a great relief as he hugged him back.

"But some things aren't in my hold.... I can't control myself... sometimes it felt to me that my nerves will burst out.... I will get mad. Don't try to force me.... please..... I rarely come to this house to seek peace."

"That's why I am saying to you again and again to live here with us."

"Ok, now I have to go....bye." Avoiding his saying, he embrace him for the last time and went towards his car. And as always he hides his eyes by wearing goggles.