Beintehaa Mohabbat [On Hold]

Chapter 2

Author's pov...

"Beta mai keh rahi hum, woh bahut acchi ladki hai." Mustafa's mother spoke through the phone making him roll his eyes at his mother's 16th attempt to make him agree to get married.
[Son, I am telling you that she is a very nice girl.]

Mustafa Bakhtiyar.
The name will make anyone fall on their knees. A man with morals and cultures. A man who had everything he wanted but still would fall on his knees in front of his Allah. Respected his parents and all his elders. A man who had stayed away from his family from age of 19 and shifted to Boston, US from London, Uk. Topped in the Harvard University or you can say topped in the whole city of Boston. A gifted learner. Had the looks of a Greek God and eyes held beauty and power that could scare the shit out of anyone.

"Ammi, mai already meri puri company ka main branch Boston se London shift kar raha hon kyunki aap mujhse dur nahi reh sakri thi. Ab aap yeh shaadi ki baat lekar mat baithiye." Mustafa said to his mother on the phone while breathing heavily due to exercising.
[Mom, I am already shifting my company's branch from Boston to London just because you don't want to stay away from me now. Now don't start forcing for my marriage.]

"Par beta, Shimrah is a very nice girl. She will take care of you." His father joined his mother in persuading Mustafa to agree to get married.
[But son, Shimrah is a very nice girl. She will take care of you.]

"Hongi woh bahut acchi larki. Par mujhe nahi karni hai abhi shaadi." Mustafa said as he dropped his dumbells down and wiped his sweat with his towel.
[She might be a good girl but I don't want to get married.]

"Chalo theek hai, abhi nahi karte baat hum tumhari shaadi ki. Ab tum ye batao ki tumhari flight kab hai." His father asked in his husky voice.
[Ok fine. We won't talk about your marriage for now. Now tell us when is your flight?]

"Kuch ghanto mai flight nikle gi. Aaj raat tak wahan pahonch jaaonga." Mustafa replied while gulping water.
[The flight will leave in a few hours time. I will reach there tonight.]

"Accha Bhai, did you get everything I said?" His sister's voice came through his phone who was very excited.

Mustafa sighed remembering who he had called his brother, Masi to enquire about the company but got engaged in talks with his family.

"Haan, leliya hai maine sab kuch tumhari list mai se. Tum ye batao ki tumhara result kab hai?" Mustafa chuckled at his sister who was obsessed with fashion rather than the course she was studying.
[Yes, I bought everything from your list. You tell me when is ypur result?]

"Kal hai result par aapko hamesha kya buri aadat hai ki jab bhi mai khush rehti hon aap barbaad kardete hai woh khushi padhai ko beech mai ghasit ke." Maheen huffed remembering how he always brought her studies in between their talks.
[Result is tomorrow but why do you have this bad habit of ruining my happiness by bringing the topic of studies.]

"Phone waapis Masi ko do. Baat karni hai usse." Mustafa said and started taking out his work clothes feom the cupboard.
[Give the phone back to Masi. I need to talk to him.]

"Boliye Bhai. Kya kaam hai?" His brother's playful voice reached his ear making him chuckle.
[Tell me brother. What work do you want me to do?]

"Kitni baar kha hai ke akele mai phone uthaya karo. Sab ke saamne jab bhi uthate ho call, ammi mere shaadi ke peeche pad jaati hai." Mustafa stated angrily and remembered how his mother always tried to hook him up with the girl named Shimrah.
[How many times have I told you to receive my call when you are alone. Whenever you receive the call in front of Mom, she starts talking about my marriage!]