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Aaina.
"Salam alaikum, aunty." While it was true that I absolutely didn't like Minal, it was also true that her house resembled a Palace and she looked like a princess.
Her mother was a regal wife, charm oozing out of her while her father, General Ashfaq, friend of my father in law, he looked as disciplined as a General would look like.
There were rumours that he was going to be named the next chief of army staff. I was sure that the Prime Minister would name him anyway, considering their friendship.
Minal's mother embraced me into a tight hug, it didn't feel fake at all, infact it felt warm.
"How are you, MashaAllah you're gorgeous." She complimented, I smiled thanking her.
Zaydaan, who was stood by my side greeted the whole family with a simple hello. He didn't say Salam, something that I noticed.
"Hello." My husband murmured. And then I saw her.
Minal Ashfaq.
Black hair, pink dress, full lips. I hadn't seen her so closely at the wedding, I was too consumed and overwhelmed at that time but now I observed her face.
She was beautiful. There was no other way to describe it.
"Zaydaan." She whispered, passing my husband a smile and completely ignoring me.
I ignored her too. Zaydaan, however gave her a polite smile too. Not too friendly but not too rude either.
"Minal." He greeted her back, walking ahead of me.
"Come, sit."
Minal's mother invited me to sit with them, but Zaydaan had already left a space for me by his side.
So I sat there, feeling jealous. I had never experienced the feeling before but it was a bad, bitter feeling.
As we got served with drinks before dinner, the conversation started to change.
At first, it was the weather talk, then the Prime Minister started to share his stories of the past five years and his experience as leader of the country, then the first lady talked about her work with a new NGO.
My mother in law was absolutely passionate about making life better for the orphans and widows living in Pakistan.
I loved her spirit.
Zaydaan hardly talked, often saying a word or two. I, on the other hand remained pretty much quiet too, only answering the questions being asked to me.
