New Girl In The Court

Chapter 9

Mornings, a time of the day where we try to find out answers to our where, why and what. Then we slowly gain consciousness and everything is vibrant again. Most of us hate mornings, a) because we are reminded of our worries. b) We do not wish to face those worries c) we want to finish our lacking sleep. There are various reasons for hating mornings but the feeling remains constant for all.

Haajar woke up feeling tired, just as she had felt yesterday, the day before yesterday, the day before, before yesterday, and before that as well. She had forgotten what it was like to wake up feeling fresh. She dragged herself out of the room, brushed her teeth, then took a shower, later got dressed and around seven-thirty she entered the kitchen and found a stranger on her chair. It took her a moment to identify him and then another moment later she remembered why she disliked him. Rahemat was the first one to talk, he introduced Haajar to his nephew and then the nephew started to talk. 

"I think we met at Mamu's wedding. You were very young.  I am sure you remember me. Everyone speaks of how remarkable I looked that day. They still remember it." Haajar slowly looked at her mother and raised her eyebrows. "It was a great evening. The decorations were spectacular. The flowers were the highlight, how could they not be? I was the one in charge of them." Sufiyan talked, and talked, and talked and talked for twenty minutes before a call took him back to the guest room. Haajar, who had her eyebrows raised higher than ever, blinked as she asked, "Why is he not jetlagged?"

"I have been wondering the same," Her mother said as she sipped her coffee. "Rahemat is staying at home to accompany his nephew, so I will drive us to work. Wait for a second, I will get my purse, then we will leave." 

"We are planning to have dinner out tonight,"Rahemat said as his wife left, "I hope you will join us." Haajar smiled and replied with InshaAllah while hoping to find a way to find herself busy at that time. The ride to work was filled with chatter about the new visitor, his words, his behaviour and the reaction that he would create around them. They were not the only ones, everyone in their family had something to talk about this new character and his history.

"I do not believe he is here!" Noor exclaimed throwing her hands in the air. "Sufyaan bhai is going to flip out! He hates him. None of us is a big fan of him so imagine Sufyaan bhai. Zyva must be vexed as well, more because of her husband, less because of her cousin. It is a bad situation, no one should be in one."

"Why is it so bad?" Zeeshan looked up from the newspaper. "It was a long time ago and you said they weren't technically engaged. Then what is the problem? Okay, he had feelings for Zyva but she did not have any. Problem solved. I am sure Sufyaan is mature enough to handle it."

"It is not as easy as you say it. Getting married to Zyva was not easy and The two sufyaans actually had a mini world war. Sufyaan bhai sure is mature but when it comes to this he is the childish child on earth. He is not going to take it well. There is going to be another war." 

As Zeeshan dismissed her overreaction, Kehara, in her kitchen, was expressing her reaction. "Bhai must be angry and he is not going to hide it. This is the first time they are meeting after their encounter in India. It would be a little rocky."

"A little?" Aman chuckled. "You are very sweet. Sufyaan is not that nice or patient. Her cousin says one word that crosses him and he would not let it be. Man does not fear to fight."

"He won't fight or do you mean to argue? Of course, that is going to happen. Even if not a big one, but surely a few minor ones. Bhaijan won't let it be and even her cousin isn't that noble."

"He is not. They both are short-tempered and would not think once before overreacting. Zyva is the only one who would be stressed. Poor her. This is a bad situation for her."