Confrontation

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"I said get off that chair" grabbing her forearm, he yelled at her not noticing the change in the surrounding air which started freezing.

With no other option, Asmaira obediently rose waiting for a further outburst from her husband. He was still holding her by her arm and was about to say something when he was interrupted by a bang sound. Both were immersed in their emotions, Amaan in his fury and Asmaira in her shock, failing to notice the rise in Salar's temper.

"Enough!", he roared while slamming his palm on the table, not able to hold his anger any longer.

"This is my home and not your bloody bar where you can come and leave, not minding your behavior in front of your parents". The pathetic smell of alcohol made his anger accelerate.

"I want you in my study in 5 mins and make sure you are in your senses when I talk to you", pointing at Amaan and marching out of the dining room.

Everybody else was also not in a good mood seeing Amaan drowned in alcohol and losing his anger in front of the family. Fariya glared at her youngest son pulling Asmaira out of his grip, who still tightly held her as if venting out his anger and frustration through his force.

'How did a happy man like him turn into a mess?' Jamshed sighed looking at Amaan. Hania, noticing her husband's sadness, pressed his shoulder as if comforts him for which he nodded. There was a silent understanding between them. While in their room, Hania embraced Jamshed and told him, "Don't worry about him, he will be fine. He misses Raina. Give him sometime".

Jamshed faced her and spoke in a distressed tone, "He was never like this. My brother was so full of life and now look at him, he looks like a zombie without any emotions, always smelling of alcohol. He even doesn't care about his only son, Kabir".

Hania felt heartbroken seeing her so-called ruthless businessman husband in a sad state.

'Asmaira you are our only hope', thinking about the recent event in the dining hall, Hania couldn't help feeling pity for Asmaira.

In the study, Salar stood near his desk, with hands in his trouser pockets, staring out of the window. Though he was looking out, his eyes were blank as if looking at nothing. He didn't move from his place when he heard a knock. He was still contemplating how to approach his stubborn son, He, the mighty Salar Hashmi, who never bowed in front of anyone, no matter how powerful his opponent is, was thinking how to negotiate with his own son.

"Come in", still not turning his head.

'He looked haggard, could not even walk steadily', he recollected his son's appearance when he came into the dining hall.

Amaan sees that his father still didn't turn around, cleared his throat to let him know his presence.

Salar knew his son was in pain and was battling an inner struggle and he couldn't help him. He knew Amaan was remorseful in front of him, yet he had to be cold towards him, not letting his fatherly love come into the picture.

Without turning he coldly said,"You have two options, one leave that penthouse and start with your new life or....", slowly turning and looking straight into those lonely eyes of his son said," Sign the paper", pointing towards the set of papers on his desk.

Amaan was well aware of his father's devilish negotiation tactics, he himself on numerous occasions witnessed it. Behind those simple words was a warning, a warning for Amaan and it was not going to be in his favor. Without asking further questions, he walked towards the desk and saw the papers.

With wide eyes and furious look, he scanned the entire document. He looked up at his father with a frown who was gazing at him, "You can't do that".

"Oh! Yes, I can and I will if you don't cooperate". This time Salar gave an evil smile to his son, knowing well that his son will have no other choice.

"I already did what you asked me to, I married her, what more do you expect from me", Amaan gritted his teeth to calm his anger and said each word.

"I want you to move on", with that saying Salar left his study knowing that his son would have to choose to live in the mansion. Giving a last glance towards his son, he turned the door knob and walked away.

'You play really well Asmaira, manipulating my father to force me either to stay with you or you will get all the shares of Raina, well played your trick', Amaan sneered.

No matter how much he loathes her, he has to be smart now. He underestimated her.

'And you thought she was shy and stupid, Raina, how much she fooled you. She is here to take your place and she thinks I will let her do that' He smirked.

He was not surprised to see Fariya with Asmaira in his room, as he already contemplated. 'She is using every one to bend me to her whims, will not be surprised if she tries to get close to Kabir, after all he was her trump card', Amaan thought while giving a blank stare to his mother who was advising him about marriage and responsibilities. Without responding he glanced at Asmaira who sat beside Fariya holding tightly to her dress, making every effort not to tremble and looking at the ground as if it was something interesting.

'She could become an actress, looking as if she was scared of me. I would have believed her for once if I didn't know her true color', he mocked.

"I understand what you are telling me Ma and I would try not to disappoint you"

When Amaan said, both Fariya and Asmaira were taken aback. Fariya thought her son would argue with her and create another nuisance, however, to her surprise, he readily agreed and he assured her to work towards his marriage. Though skeptical, she still was happy, whereas Asmaira, not able to understand what was going on in his mind, raised her head to look at him, unfortunately for her he was staring at her. Nervously, she bowed down not knowing what would happen next.

Fariya gave him an affectionate smile and hugged Asmaira as if assuring her to believe in Amaan. Asmaira and Amaan were sitting at the same place when Fariya left them to talk.

'Did I misunderstand him? Did he mean what he just said' Asmaira was thinking while her heartbeat was not stopping to beat rapidly. She felt as if she was naked with the way Amaan was staring at her. She wanted to get away, she wanted to slap him for everything that had happened to her. If not for him, her life would have been happy like before. Though she hates him she could never deny her fear of him. She knew how possessive he was about Rania and anybody who hurt her never ended up well is what she heard. He knew what had happened between her and Raina, he was there and had witnessed her hurting Raina. How can he forgive her?. She never thought a minute could last so long. Every minute was a torture for her by the way he was gazing at her, every minute was humiliating for her as she was alone with him in the same room, each minute was making her shiver with his dominance.

"You are too good, I underestimated you like always", he spoke while crossing his legs and leaning back on the couch. His words confused her. Seeing her confusion, he growled, "You can fool everybody not me. This is the first and last warning I am giving you. If you want to live peacefully, stop your game or else you won't be able to face the consequences."

His tone was casual but he sounded dangerous. Asmaira, who till now acted brave felt all her defenses at a loss. What he said made her realize that it won't be easy for her to take care of Kabir. She knew what Amaan meant, he didn't want her to be near Kabir. But she can't do that. She had paid a lot already for Kabir and she can not stop. She promised, she can't disappoint Fariya too.

Amaan was irritated seeing her not giving any response nor looking at him while he was talking to her. Suddenly he stood up, walked near Asmaira who was startled by his sudden movement. He leaned towards her making her shudder and spoke, "One word of what I said goes out of the room, you will be responsible for your shortcomings. Let me make it clear to you for the last time, I don't want to see your disgusting face anymore, do whatever you can but stay away from me, my life and especially Kabir".

With that warning, he went to the bathroom. Asmaira who was till now holding her breath since the moment Amaan towered over her, sighed. She understood his warning very well and before he came back, she pulled an extra quilt and ran towards the terrace adjacent to the room.

"At Least I have a place to sleep", she murmured, looking at the dark sky.