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Chapter Twelve

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SHEHRYAAR'S POV

I paced back and forth in the corridor outside Amjad uncle's study while Hussain stood in a corner, staring at the wall, and dad sat on a chair, silently. We had been waiting for Amjad uncle for almost an hour now but he was busy in a meeting and hadn't had a chance to talk to us since last night. 

Suddenly the study's doors opened and Hussain, dad and I gathered in one place. While two old men walked out, Raheel gestured us to come inside and I patted Hussain's shoulder to ease his nervousness.

If Rehaan hadn't dragged Ifraz outside the house, no one would have realised Hussain and Pakeezah were on the terrace and we wouldn't have been in such a tight position.

"Aaiyein Asif sahib!" Amjad uncle stood by the large window, with his hands in his pockets and back towards us.

I glanced at dad and he sighed. "Amjad—"

"Kuch bolne ki zaroorat nahi hai," Amjad uncle shook his head, "Aap logo ko shareef aur izzatdaar samajh kar humne humaari beti ki khushi maangi thi aapse. Humein toh andaaza bhi nahi tha ki aapke bete aise niklenge."

He turned around to look at us and dad lowered his gaze out of embarrassment.

"I am sorry Amjad uncle, Hussain had no idea—" I began to speak but Amjad uncle stopped me.

"Sorry? You think your sorry is going to fix everything?" He narrowed his eyes at me, "Tumhaare bhai ke saath kitne logo ne dekha hai Pakeezah ko! Hum tum logo ki tareef karte rahe aur tum humaare hi ghar ki betiyo ke saath—"

"I am sorry to say uncle but I have done nothing wrong," Hussain spoke, "I was only returning her anklet, aap Pakeezah se pooch sakte hein!"

"Chup ho jaa, Hussain," I mumbled to him but he didn't even glance at me.

"Anklet?" Amjad uncle frowned as he walked over to his desk and picked up something, "aur yeh jhumke?"

Amjad uncle threw the earrings at Hussain. they slammed against Hussain's chest before landing on the floor.

"Humne yahan aapko kaam ke liye bulaya tha Asif sahib," Amjad uncle added, "humein kya pata tha aapke bête humaari naak ke neeche humaari betiyon ke saath—"

He placed his hands on his table, leaning against it and exhaled a loud sigh like he was trying to calm down. "Aaj jhumke de kar chhat par le gaya tha, kal pata nahi kahan le jaata— Kuch kar deta!"

"Excuse me! Mera bhai aisa kuch nahi kar sakta," I defended Hussain, "Aap itni choti si baat ka itna bada issue kyun bana rahe hein?"

He can't just keep assuming things like this!

"Issue? Main issue bana raha hoon?" Amjad uncle glared at me, "tum jaante ho tumhaare bhai ne kya kiya hai? Humaare jitney bhi jaan'ne wale hein sabne inhein ek saath dekha hai woh bhi akele! Tumhaara bhai toh chala jaayega, baatien toh log humaare bare main karenge na!"

"Log baate kyun karenge?" Hussain interrupted, "Its not like we were doing something wrong! We were just talking. Just talking!"

"I am sorry Amjad," dad uttered beside me and glaced at Hussain, "mere... mere bête ne jo galti ki hai uske liye—"

"Why are you saying sorry?" Hussain stepped between dad and Amjad uncle, "when I am saying I have done nothing wrong then why are you apologising?"