Bekhudi || √

5. Politics || سیاست

I glanced at the itinerary card lying in front of me. A sense of relief washed over since the program for the night was over and dinner was about to end; I could finally retire to my room.

Despite our security concerns, we sure knew how to throw a soiree. Tonight was, but a taste of what was to come over the course of the next week. Dada Jaan took immense pride in the family's hospitality and generosity, and such ritzy gatherings had been a testament to that.

I scour the hall one last time, trying to spot a familiar pair of azure eyes in the crowd. Disappointment etched through me, there was no sign of Yaar. The hall had started emptying, the guests saying their good byes made their way out. It was pointless hoping Yaar would still make an appearance.

I felt agitated at Yaar's absence from the event, he was never one to disregard invitations. Despite my disappointment, my mind was abuzz with a surging perplexity. Something was amiss. My unexpected encounter with Aliyaar only added to my misgivings. Certainly the Chaudhry family had visited the Haveli earlier in the day, but why hadn't they stayed over for the dinner. Even Mother had confirmed their attendance earlier at lunch.

Chugging the last sip of my remaining coffee, I decided it was time to call it a night. The bitter taste of the drink mimicked my own emotions. I wasn't sure if it was anger, disappointment or plain sadness that I felt, but in that moment whatever remaining hope I had for the upcoming week was thwarted. I slowly walked up to Mother to announce my departure.

"The dinner was wonderful, Mum. I think I'll retire for the night now."

"But we still have a few guests remaining," her brows furrowed in disapproval. "It is highly improper to depart before the guests. Where are your manners?"  Her voice was laced with dismay.

"I barely know anyone here. It's been a long day. I'm tired," I countered, my shoulders drooped in silent fatigue.

Mother passed me a look of sympathy, but shook her head in nay. "It wouldn't reflect well on the family if the hosts left before the guests. Besides, your Dada Jaan and father wish to speak to you." I took cognisance of a cursory stiffness on mother's face, but like always, it was quickly replaced with a weak smile. The same pretentious smile that has long veiled any real emotions she felt. 

I stared at her trying to catch any fleeting hint regarding the looming conversation, but there were none. Despite the worrisome feeling settling in the pit of my stomach, I tried to put forward an impassive front. My brain, behind my collected facade, whizzed through the various predicaments.

"Now? It's almost midnight." I couldn't help but notice my shallowing tone.

Mother sighed, "The guests will be out soon. Take some rest in Abba Jaan's study if you're tired. We'll join you shortly."