But being a minister had made him realise that there was so much good he could do, so many people he could help, he had to start taking things seriously.
And pissing General Ashfaq's daughter like before, it wasn't on the table anymore.
"So you're talking about Minal. What's the big deal?" He asked casually.
Ofcourse, he understood Aaina's point of view. Why she felt what she felt.
"I literally told you all that Zaydaan had said. And yet you were laughing with her. I thought we were friends."
Ahad smiled warmly at his sister in law as a few people passed by them, greeting them both with smiles and salaams.
The Prime Minister was on the stage, and his wife, instead of sitting at the front seat like she was supposed to do, was in the middle of a conversation with his brother.
He wanted to remind her that they had to end this discussion, but Aaina looked so vulnerable yet angry that he chose to listen to her.
She couldn't dictate him while bearing whatever Zaydaan threw her way. It pissed him off slightly. Why did she get so tongue tied when it came to his brother?
"We're best friends, Aaina. But does that give you the right to tell me who I should or should not meet?" He said instead. She shook her head.
"No. But you should have the conscience to not talk to someone like that."
He groaned lightly, glancing at all the minister sitting at their designated places. He leaned in close to her.
"You can't dictate me, Aaina. If you have a problem with her talking to someone, you should have it with your husband. Not with me."
He whispered, cautious about the people around.
"That's the problem, he won't listen to me." She replied, her mind going back to the fact that it didn't matter if Ahad laughed with Minal or not, as a friend she could feel possessive but nothing more.
But Zaydaan laughing with her, it truly made her feel unworthy.
"What makes you think I will?" Ahad replied, ready to walk away.
He hadn't walked a few steps ahead that he turned around, looking at her.
"And I wasn't laughing with her, I was laughing at her. There is a difference."
He mumbled the truth, then walked ahead to sit in the front row. Aaina did the same, Ahad's words might have comforted her but her heart was still as heavy as before.
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While her heart was somehere else, she forced herself to fake a smile as she met some of the renowned journalists of her generation.
Fake a smile. Be intellectual and graceful. Don't answer too much, don't answer too less.
