THE WANDERING FATE

'' faith is taking the first step even when you don't see the whole staircase.'' Mrs. Zarina mumbled and closed her book. she whiffed the fresh morning breeze with closed eyes. what a great weather! Taking her cup to her lips, she took a sip and sighed. Her heart was not in peace and she knew the old yet fresh reason behind. '' why are you so strained?'' she smiled and looked at her husband. Mr. Ahmad looking at his wife with a concern on his face. he was observing her and he knew what was bothering her. Ahmad Rahmani loved his wife a lot. The were a happy couple blessed with twins - their daughter Anabia who was happily married with her cousin Zahir Yousufi. And thier son Amaan Rahmani. 27 years old. while one child was happy with her life but other was busy and avoiding something for years now. He was a famous businessman. Good looks with dark brown eyes, muscular body and had everything a girl would dream about. He loved his family, but he couldnt listen what they were asking him. he was a reserved person. people who knew him, they knew that he was a self-contained and per-eminence, dominion, leverage person. His world was dark. '' Zarina dear, please don't take too much stress. Everything will be fine. Just rely on ALLAH ( SWT ).'' she sighed and looked at her husband who sat beside, worry lines marrying his old wrenckled face. '' I am relying on god Ahmad. but just look at him. when will he listen? will he come back? Its 7 years Ahmad.......... why is he running? He should accept his responsiblities for how long he will deny? we can't just show our back for someone who is our his responsiblity. he needs to listen or better he needs to tell us what he wants? no body is possing anything on him. he needs to tell us Ahmad.'' she sighed and closed her eyes. Mr.Ahmad also knew all these but right now he knew, its was decision time. Their son Amaan was in in US. he was handling his father's hotel businesses. He missed his family a lot, buthe couldn't stay with them not because of his business but because he couldn't accept what his family was telling him. He couldn't say no to them either because his mother was sick but her wish was at the cost of his dislike. so the best way was, his business. ///////////////////////// '' may i coming sire?'' His chain of thought was broken with the voice of his secretary.'' '' Yeah suzy what is it?'' '' Sir meeting has started, and everyone is waiting for you.'' He had a very important meeting to attend. A very famous company was selling thier 40% shares and all his rival companies were bidding on it. He wanted to win it at any cost. He only knew when and how to win and he was a winner. Amaan entered his meeting room, his every stride showed power and dominance. He was wearing a three piece brown armani suit with black dress shirt and black tie. He always had a aura of arrogance and dominance who would intimidate anyone around him. It was difficult to talk in front of him because of his intimidating personality. '' Good afternoon everyone.'' All stood up for thier boss. Amaan was a man of few words and man of work and that they all knew. The had hardly seen him smile as all the time he was more like a devil in stoic face. '' Sir this is details about the Global Shine Company, and this is the details or our bid.'' His manager Erin put the files in front of him. He took and files and looked at it. his expression changed from stoic to anger. He clenched his jaw, grinded his teeth and looked at them all who coerd in fear of his anger. They got the look and swallowed hard through their dry throat. '' is it your best performance?'' He raored and threw the papers on the table hardly. Nobody replied to him, but shook in fear. Amaan eyed them with red anger eyes. ''I want those shared by any means. i am paying you a good sum every month, i need f*****g work!'' he raored in unudulterated anger which flinched them all. '' What the f**k is this?'' he brushed his hands in his hairs and inhaled a deep breath to calm his nerves. '' Get your ass on work and i want the final review tomorrow. now the f**k on work!'' he harshly threw the files and left, leaving them all shaking and thinking. ////////////////// '' what is beating you up?'' when he entered Ali his cousin and his only friend was sitting in his office. looking at raging Amaan, he couldn't help but to ask. Amaan was in a bad mood so he ignored him. '' what the f**k are you doing here? weren't you in a meeting?'' Amaan seethed while he started working on his laptop. Ali sighed and shook his head. '' i was but that deal didnt happen. that shitty man is not agreeing on my proposal. looks like he needs time and i need to find ways to get him. any ways i am hungry so i ordered food for both or us.'' Amaan looked at him blankly and shook his head. '' then find the ways to convince him. bushes are too dark for a daylight.'' his silent message was accepted by a nod by Ali who knew what Amaan was talking and he knew that all too well. '' I know! for now i need food.'' ///////////////////////// Her breaths ragged. Her feet chapped and dry. her throat parched. She was running. '' I can't breathe.......'' She wanted to stop but she couldn't. " No! pl.............. please!'' She stumbled and tripped with a thud. her heart stopped as she looked at them runnig toward her. '' NO!!!!!!!!'' Arzoo woke up wit a jolt. like every other night, she had a nightmare again. She panted for much needed air. sweat bead were visible on her creamy skin. Arzoo touched her parched throat. her eyes landed on the glass of water and with shaky hands she took it to quiench her thirst. Arzoo looked at the clock and realized it was time for her morning prayer. She got up and took white salwar suit dress from her closet. After doing her oblotion, she offered her prayers with tears in her eyes. After pouring her heart out in front of the Almighty, she folded the prayer mat and decended downstairs to do morning ruatine. '' Arzoo!'' she turned to the voice and a smile darted on her lips looking at the loving old man who brought her up as his own child. her uncle Mr. Jamil Azeem. Her father, Aabid Rahmani and his sister Shahla lost their lives in a suicide bomb blast when she was six years old. she survived but that put her ina trauma. Mr. Jamil and her grandmother took care of her. They took a good care of her. Her grandmother was like a mother to her and her uncle like a father. Arzoo was 25 years old. she was a quiet, shy, timid, and introvert person. She was very beautiful. she had big amber eyes with long lashes kissing her cheeks, straight face with slight snicks on her cheeks. her cheek bones were making her jaw more prominant and beautiful rosy lips. she had waist lenght long curly hairs. she had a slenger figure with 5,5 height. but it was a curse for her. she she had no parents, she was always on the bad eyes of the people but her family was trying to save her. Mr. Jamil had two kids of his own. her wife died few years ago. His son Hamid was 35 and an engineer. His daughter Noori was 25 same age of Arzoo was studying Art with Arzoo. Arzoo was happy with them. she clearly remembered the horrible suicide blast which took her parents from her, but she was living a peacefull life with her uncle and they loved her too. '' Salam aliakum uncle.'' '' Walaikum salam. are you fine my child?'' Arzoo smiled happily and nodded her head. '' i am fine as always.'' Mr. Jamil smiled back and patted her head. Arzoo retured to her tea back. she made the tea ready. sitting the table with omletes and toasts, she looked back to Mr. Jamil who was reading news paper. '' uncle breakfast is ready.'' '' Where is Hamid? he left to his shop already? and where is Ana ( grand mother ) and noori?'' he asked once he sat on the table. Arzoo smiled and made him tea. '' you have your breakfast, i will call them.'' she padded to her grand mother's room and saw her praying with closed eyes. Arzoo went inside and sat beside her. Ana (grand mother) opened her eyes and looked at her grandchild with adoration in her eyes. she chanted her prayers for her and smiled. '' my doll is all awake?'' she kissed Arzoo's forehead and Arzoo kissed her palm. '' tea is ready. come lets go.'' She helped her Ana with her cane and brought her downstairs for breakfast. now was the time for the sleepy head. barging inside her room, Arzoo shook her head. Noori was sleeping in all her glory drooling on her pillow making Arzoo grimced. '' wake up you sleepy head. its time for your breakfast.'' Noori ignored but next time was a pillow on her head which made her sit striaght with closed eyes. '' you are so mean Arzoo.'' Arzoo laughed and got back to her breakfast. time was spending with so much love and care. shortly after breakfast, Mr. Jamil looked at her and then looked at his mother who looked at him too. ''Arzoo, today is your parent's death anniversary and your paternal uncle Ahmad Rahmani wants to see you. they will come for dinner.'' Her heart sunk. she knew them but was never comfortabe with them. She would meet them hardly as they would come to see her but there was not comfortness in her toward them. a discomfort feeling was there that she couldn't ignore. taking a deep breathe, Arzoo looked at her grandmother. and she saw a deep ray of sadness in her amber eyes. He deep sighed and looked at her who was looking down playing with the hem of her dress. '' I know my child that this day always reminds of your lose. but thats the reality. bitter reality. '' Her grandmother eyes teared remembering her daughter. '' Its hard for all of us dear. lets pray for them.'' Arzoo held her grandmother's hand and gently squeezed it. Mr. Jamil did her breakfast silently and left for his college. he was a professor. '' oh my god! its snowing. lets go and play with snow!'' Noori didnt listened to her and dragged her but Arzoo's mind went back to that horrible day when she lost her parents. that day was the begining of her end. Her grandmother looked at her dilema. she looked at Noori and Noori left the clean the table. Ana looked at her and took her hand in her wrinkled ones. '' I know what you are feeling right now. though its your family's dead anniversary but her tension is somewhere else too.'' she paused and Arzoo looked at her. '' Its your decision dear. No body will force you for anything. Always remember that your this family is with you and also that family. They love you too but they will not pose anything on you. This is your life. no body has the right to take your decisions. meet them and talk with them as they are your father's family. And if you want, you can meet HIM too then decide.'' '' Him? it sounds weired Ana. unknown yet so familiar.'' ////////////////////////// Its my first story guys. share your thoughts. A lot is yet to come and for that: Keep ready Keep guessing.