Sadqay Tumhare

25.

"And you tell that to mama and baba who are being crazy with me right now." He continued.

My eyes widened.

"Ahad, speak up."

"Right, so there's a girl." I relaxed.

A girl. Ahad had a girl in his life? Wow, how new. And here I was, stressing that something really bad had happened.

"There's always a girl." I replied.

He rolled his eyes at me.

"And I love her." I raised my eyes and a smile crept up on my face. Did he truly love a girl?

Atleast some girl was getting loved.

"Love love or?" I wanted to know if this was his playboy love or the real thing..

Knowing that Ahad loved someone, it was quite amusing. His face turned straight but his eyes were still shining.

"Marriage love." He answered.

For a second there, I gasped.

"Oh wow, okay,"

Was he thinking of settling down?

"And she loves me too. There's just one problem." He continued.

I nodded. If he needed my help, I would gladly give him that. Ahad was my friend, he had always been a major help, had always supported me, consoled me. I needed to do the same for him.

"And that is?"

He closed his eyes, not speaking for a moment, as if he was pondering whether he should tell me or not.

Finally, he let out a deep sigh before looking at me.

"She's the daughter of Chaudhry family." He stated, eyes staring at me for a reaction.

I shrugged.

"So?" I was as clueless as ever. Why did it matter? Who was her fam- Holy shit.

Ahad. What the fuck?

"Wait, wait, as in opposition?"

The chaudhrys were the party in opposition, they hated Zaydaan, they hated the party, they constantly campaigned against the current and the ex Prime Minister. They were the second largest party in Pakistan.

"Mhmm yes." He admitted.

I truly wanted to yell what the fuck at him but at the same time, it was love. He loved someone, it didn't matter how or who. Loving someone was important and unconditional, uncontrollable.

I didn't want to love Zaydaan, he had told me specifically that he couldn't love on the first night of our marriage but I had still fallen in love with him.

How could I judge Ahad for that?

"Ahad." He sat down yet again by my side.

"Yesterday, mama and baba called me. They said that I'll always have people taking shit about me if I don't get married. Now, I want to marry her but I can't tell that to them. And God forbid if bhai gets to know, he's gonna kill me." He spoke in a low tone.

I put a hand on his shoulder for comfort.

"How did it start?" I asked.

"We met during the election days and just hit it off. I thought it would be nice to flirt and all but I don't even know how it turned so serious."

You don't expect to love someone. You just do. You don't expect that one day, you'll get so attached, that you heart beat only for them, that all you would want to do is spend your whole life by their side, that their actions, their words, their desires impact your life more than anyone else.