Mine To Be Called ✓

~~•Forty•~~

"That's very true, Sir but I am afraid it won't be successful as well. The issue is very big and we need to be careful. If we will give them the slightest doubt, they will upgrade their game. The best thing in these circumstances is that one of us would join that particular Institute and then slowly try to mingle. I am pretty sure that enemies have someone from that Institute's authorities' back."

The boss seemed to be thinking about this before he nodded. "Hmm. You are right. Let's take this route then. I underplayed this when I thought that we had taken some lead by catching a few of their chats, but they aren't fools."

"True Sir. Let me know of the further development. You will find me in the front."

"As expected from you, A. Let's call a meeting in a few days."

"Sure Sir!'

As soon as this call ended, he heard a ringing from the second phone which belonged to him. He raised a brow as he glanced at the screen. The transition of becoming a rich landlord from a spy was quick this time as he picked up his cell phone.

"Assalamualaikum Bi Jan!" He greeted her.

"Walaikum Assalam. It's like you have forgotten us by busying yourself in work." The sweet and affectionate voice of Bi Jan welcomed him.

Masab laughed loudly as he stood up and headed over to the window to draw aside the curtains that were covering it. A bright sunlight made its way inside the library as it was already in need of finding an opportunity.

"How can I forget you, Bi Jan? You all are always with me whenever I do something. Work is a necessity, but that doesn't mean that I will forget you," he replied cordially; his mind quickly went over to another person who was added to this list.

His wife. The woman he loved.

How would she be doing? And talking of all the forgetting and remembering things, would she be thinking about him? Love was far-fetched. Her recalling him in good words was also a fool's dream. Masab just wanted her to remember him even if only in bad words or by hate.

"Yes yes. You just came from abroad and here you only got involved in work without spending time with us. But I am more angry at your father for this because it's him who gave you so much burden," Bi Jan complained.

"Well, now be happy, Bi Jan, that I am going to remove your every complaint. I am just about to travel back to the mansion by tomorrow morning's flight. Then you can punish me in any way you want."

"What did you just say? Why would I punish my dear grandson? You are the apple of the eye of everyone, and I am so glad that you are coming back. You know what? I will use this opportunity to prepare for your wedding with Hoorain too. Now you can't linger on this. I want to see you both happy before I die."

Masab's mouth turned into a thin line at this as his grip on the phone tightened. He had told Hoorain in clear words that he was in love with someone else but maybe she didn't take his words as true due to her craze for him. Or perhaps she found herself too weak to tell this to their family.  He wanted to be honest with her even before he was aware that he could get Andaleeb in his life. However, now that he really got the woman he loved as his wife, he must tell things with clarity to his elders.

"Let's discuss my marriage once I come to the mansion, Bi Jan. Send my Salam to everyone. Now tell me how are you doing?"

He talked to his grandmother about our random things but all the time, his mind was focused on how to dispatch the truth over them that he had already married someone.