《The Wandering Fate》CHAPTER 9

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Amaan had an absolute perfect life, filled with inner peace. But the need for a perfect life and a desire of inner tranquility conflict with each other. Whenever we are attached to having something a certain way, better than it already is, we are, almost by definition, engaged in a losing battle.

Rather than being content and grateful for what we have, we are focused on what's wrong with something and our need to fix it. When we are zeroed in on what's wrong, it implies that we are dissatisfied, discontent. Same thing was happening with Amaan, he was in dilemma.

He couldn't expect her mother's health to be this serious, and he blamed himself for that, for giving her more tensions, but deep in his heart a ignite war burning strong and only one name was in front of him, that to was Arzoo.

The hate in his heart for her was increasing, she blamed her the sole reason of his this situation.

It's been a week since Amaan was with his family.

As per his orders Drs were doing his mother's treatment at home.

This way she was getting her health back since the atmosphere of home was less stressful for her.

So Amaan's this decision worked for her.

Mrs. Zarina was sitting in garden of their house, When Amaan approached her and sat beside her.

He held her hand

'' you had breakfast?''

He calmly asked his mother.

''walaikumsalam son, You will never learn to do your salaams''

She smiled and so Amaan. Mr. Ahmad also joined them.

Their maid bring their breakfast.

'' Amaan we want to talk to you about your marriage''

Mr. Ahmad said.

Amaan stopped sipping his protein shake and looked at his father through his lashes.

He knew it that it was coming.

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Drs have told him too that his mother was getting ready for the operation so he didn't want to give her more stress because he was well aware of her health now.

'' Amaan we were thinking that..

'' mom I know what are you trying say and my answer is YES, Anything for your happiness''

He didn't let his mom to say what she wanted to say but he said yes only for her happiness.

Mrs. Zarina had tears in her eyes.

She hugged her son and her tears roll down her cheeks.

Amaan wiped her tears.

Amaan was happy to see his mom happy but was he happy?

No he was not.

'' so Amaan is there any date in your mind that we fix the wedding?

Because you are very busy so think of a date first then we will think of the wedding''

Said His father asked with a happy smile.

Amaan thought for a good few mins and looked at his mother who was looking at him with hopeful eyes.

He sighed

'' dad I need to go back because I have a very important meeting with GLOBAL SUNSHINE ENT ,which I can't mess as a 40% shareholder of that company, so you can fix the date when I get back, which I will be back in just 2 or 3 days''

He said in his cold and authoritative voice with no fabrication and honesty.

Yes he had that meeting which was important for his takeover plan so he couldn't mess that.

Mrs. Zarina looked at his son for few seconds.

'' maybe I won't survive from the operation son but before I close my eyes, I want to see you married to Arzoo, I want to see her beside you then I won't mind if I close my eyes forever''

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Her voice was broken, and weak Mr. Ahmad hold her hand Amaan's heart was aching from his mother's words she was right the chances of the operation were low and he couldn't lose her at any cost.

He got on his knees and holded her hands.

'' I will get married mom and you will be with me you are not leaving me''.

He never thought of getting married in first place but if in far his thinking he saw his self-getting married then definitely Arzoo was not the girl he ever would think about.

Arzoo was completely opposite of his personality.

He was blessed with good looks his features were apple for the eyes.

He was a man of every girl's dream

Sharp features, straight face, brown eyes, ,chiseled chest, broad shoulders, muscled arms, strong hands, he was obsessed for his business and his workout and that showed his results too.

He was at the peak of success and his body showed the hard work he has done on himself.

But his personality was opposite of his appearance.

He was arrogant

Rude

Heartless

He was filled with vexed

Rage

Hate

Acrimony

Animosity

Impatient

Hot blood

He had laid with money girls, but he was not a womanizer and marriage was far for him.

On the other hand was the innocent Arzoo,

She was indeed beautiful

She had amber big eyes

Attractive personality

Alluring smile

Sharp features

Straight face

She had a captivating and exquisite beauty.

But that beauty was something which mostly kept her at home.

She was scare of people's intentions toward her.

And this was her undoing.

It affected her personality.

She was calm, she would get nervous among people, she would stutter, and she would lose herself.

She tried hard to overcome this fear.

But she couldn't do it.

It was not her fault though she had no parents, she was raised in her uncle's house though they give her a lot of love and attention, '

but soon she realized she is indebted of their love.

Arzoo never asked something from them.

Her uncle would complete her all needs without her asking but that never made her happy.

She felt more indebted.

And now was the time that she should go from here whether she want it or not.

She had no choice.

She never had.

And she was sure that she never will.

This was her life's reality but she never complaint about this.

.............................................

he is leaving again, having no interest in this marriage.

but what will happen when they will come face to face?

keep thinking and keep reading.

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