Mannat

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...Aiman's pov....

" Hey paps!" I shouted at my dearest creature in this whole world, my lifeline, my hero , my dear dad.

As he turned his head towards me, a smile appeared on his face,

"Hey Sweetu!" He cheered , signalling me to hug him.

I really hated this nickname, "Sweetu" like seriously, I am 15 now still they call me Sweetu, as if I am a newborn Barbie girl.

Still I ran towards him, wrapping my arms around his waist tickling him slightly, making him giggle.

But I stopped as I heard another laughter,

Who could that be?

I turned my head , and my smile widened seeing my uncle there.

" Tahir uncle, when did you come?" I cheered jumping on my father's lap.

" Cool down Sweetu! I just came here!" He said pinching both my cheeks with his stone hard hands.

"I am grown now , don't do this." I whined as my cheeks were hurting.

I pouted sadly , glaring at him angrily.

Just then , something clicked in my mind.

Emilie??? My buddie, his daughter. Where is she?

" Where is Emmie uncle?" I asked searching For my bestie.

Suddenly someone placed thier hand on my eyes, thinking I won't know who he ops she is.

" Emmie??" I stated and quickly turned my head , only to see her giggling showing her dimples.

Ohh I love those dimples of hers. It make her look so pretty without any effort.

She's elder than me just one year still she is like my twinny, we share everything.

" Aimi you know dad told me about a girl, who helped him marry my mom." She informed me.

...[ Aimi and Emmie both pronunciations are same.]...

I quickly turned my head towards the him, only to find paps already staring at him with questioning eyes.

" She's talking about mannat." He said calmly.

Mannat ? Isn't she the same girl paps told me about. The girl who helped him marry mom?

" Is she the same girl who helped you marry mom?" I asked him, only to get aa nod.

" Is she a marriage fixer,?" Emmie questioned sitting near hee father.

Paps chuckled at her question.

" No , she is an actor."

Actor?

Who acts, on cinema. God she might be beautiful.

"Is she gorgeous?" Emmie questioned again looking at paps, with her doe eyes.

" She is one of the most gorgeous, beautiful and successful actress of India." Uncle Exclaimed proudly.

Indian. God offcourse she will be beautiful.

I have heard Indians are pretty.

" Is she in India now?" Emmie again questioned.

" I guess, she has a son nearly your age. Shahmir." Paps answered her pulling out his phone.

"I want to see her!" I exclaimed looking at paps.

"Okay Sweetu, just a second." Paps said with a smile, and started scrolling his phone.

I quickly stood on the couch where we were sitting, and started peeking on his phone screen.

He texted, Mannat Hatim and then pressed search on it.

Then in a few seconds, pics showed.

A girl really pretty, her big eyes, small red lips, thick hair.

She was looking hella pretty, in her pink dress,

Then one by one there come lots of photos, one in lehenga other in traditional attires with jewelleries.

God , she is so so so cute.

And there came her photo with her small kid, Shahmir.

His facials were not matching mannat, maybe he was like his father.

But who is his father?

Who married this miss beautiful? I jealous of not meeting this beauty.

" Dad how did you know her?" Emmie asked making me curious.

" Paps, how did you know her?" I also asked paps.

He just exchanged a quick glance to uncle and then sighed,

" She was an angel to us. Literally a  godmother. Not only to my, but to all of us." Paps exclaimed.

Angel , to us . It's too much.

"Now you are over reacting paps." I exclaimed rolling my eyes.

" She was our cousin sister, but really Sweetu, she helped us many times, that too without any motto." Uncle said proudly.

"At first she helped me convince the family to marry Angelina, then she helped Tamir marry Mantasha, then she helped us to settle abroad. She helped us to convince our family for living here, as it was Tamir's wish. And also Angelina needed some space." Uncle explained.

" How did you met her? And why did she helped you? " I asked out of curiosity.

" You know when I first met her, I didn't like her at all. She was really talkative." Paps exclaimed.

" Yeah, but the same day. He got confused by her nature. She was a bottle filled with emotions, drama and chaos." Uncle proclaimed, excitedly remembering the past memories.

"Dad tell us in detail." Emmie said sitting comfortably near him.

"Yeah paps, tell us the whole story of mannat." I asked.

Paps gave a strict look,

" What's mannat Sweetu? She is not your age. Say miss mannat or mannat ji or Aunt." He explained me seriously.

I never saw him this angry before , specially when it comes to names.

"Okay paps, tell us about her." I said, hugging him.

He then sighed,

" I met her around 18-19 years back from now..........

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...Tamir's pov....

I was in a basketball court,

Just one step far from winning the match, just one goal.

I immediately sped up my pace.

After getting a perfect chance, I threw the ball aiming it to land the net.

Before it could, someone stopped it.

Who dared to stop it? I angrily looked at the man who held my ball.

And it was Jack, Jackson Wilshere, my only friend.

I gave him a dead glare, making him gulp hard,

That's what he deserves right now.

But my eyes narrowed as he threw a phone to my .

" Your father is calling." He stated and left from there throwing the ball on the ground.

He's scared, that's what I wanted.

But why is father calling?

I went to the corner, and called him.

In a few ring he answered the call.

" Hey Dad! How are you?" I said in my usual tone.

"Abhi Ghar aao, hum hindustan chal Rahe hai." He stated totally ignoring my words.

(Come home now, we are going India)

As he usually does. Like seriously, no matter how hard I try, he always ignores.

He was about to leave when he heard some footsteps, coming towards him.

He lifted his head only to see, Jack there holding a water bottle.

" What was he saying?" He asked making me angry.

But before I could react, an idea clicked in my mind.

I smiled at him and stood straight.

" I am going India,"

He opened the bottle bringing it near his mouth. I quickly squeezed touched the bottle, making the water, harshly slap on his face, making him choke.

"You son of-" he was about to curse me , but he stopped in middle.

"Dare curse me, and I'll show you what Tamir Latif Ali is." I warned him and left from there.

I really like annoying this boy.

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The next day we reached India, after a flight from London to Delhi.

I was damn exhausted, probably due to jet lag. But no-one can speak in front of my father's stubbornness to reach his father.

Like seriously I need rest.

As we exited the airport Dad led us to two cars.

He and mom sat on first car. And me and Tahir sat in other.

I was too exhausted to enjoy the view, so I just slept there.

While Tahir I don't know how he's normal.

My sleep was disturbed by a sudden honk of car.

I opened my eyes slightly, peeking out of the window.

It was a big palace, probably Royal palace.

" Are we there?" I asked Tahir, only to get a nod in return.

Guess he is exhausted too.

I looked at the name plate, HAIDER BIN KALAM VILLA. My grandfather's house.

I met him on my fifteenth birthday, that time he was so healthy, broad shoulder, tall height probably sux feet.

And his nature, just like dad. He was too strict.

My thoughts got interrupted by Tahir's words.

" Come out Tamir"

He said and hopped out of the car.

Man! He is so energetic.

I tiredly crawled out, and looked at my father, who standing as if he is any soldier or something.

Straight expressions. Straight posture.

Then a boy came there wearing a white pathani suit.

"Assalamualaikum chote Nawab."

(Greetings little Nawab) he said in a formal way.

Chote means little, seriously. He is the father of two mature grown up boys, how is he little?

I chuckled, but stopped after getting a glare from Tahir.

"Walaikum assalam shozaib, nawab sahab kaha hai?"(greetings shozaib, where is Nawab Sahab) he said in his usual strict tone.

"Wo kamre main hai, aap aaiye thodha aaram kar lijiye."(he is in his room, come take some rest.) He offered.

Aaram, means rest. Yes that's what I want now.

I finally smiled , but my happiness vanished by dad's words.

"Nahi pahle ham nawab sahab se Mil le." He stated and quickly entered the hall. Leaving us behind. (No, we'll meet Nawab sahab first.)

Shozaib then went to mom .

"How are you shozaib ?"she cupped his face with a sweet smile.

"I am good , mrs. Nawab how are you?" He replied.

He knows English!! On top of that mom knows him!!

"I am fine, now I will go to Latif, or else he'll get angry."she said mockingly, and left from there.

Tahir also followed her, I though didn't want to but still followed him.

As we were walking , I noticed many antiques, a huge chandelier, big wooden almirahs, sculptures, paintings, and the most beautiful among them.

The carpet, laying on the ground.on which we were standing.

Soon we went to a big room, I analysed the whole room. It was huge, having a small library on right corner, and two doors on left corner. The middle area had two big lounges for sitting, seperated by a beautiful day vase in middle.

A big scenery  on top of lounges. On the adjacent wall, there were some small pictures hanging . On opposite wall there were three big windows made of wooden outline and opaque glass doors. It also had some sitting area.

And then there was a big king size bed in centre. On which nawab sahab was half laying.

"Assalamualaikum nawab sahab." My father greeted , slightly bowing his head in front of him.

Nawab just placed his hand on his head , and then turned towards shozaib.

" Rehana aur Ayesha ko bulao, aur in bachho ko le jao." He ordered.

(Call Rehana and Ayesha, and take these kids out)

He ignored us, like seriously. We came from London to here Lucknow just for this.

Like son like father. Both are same.

Tahir shooked me slightly, signalling me to follow the boy.

I gave him a fed up look and then started following that boy shozaib.

He led us to a big room, probably a gaming room.

I was stunned by the interior. It was too luxurious.

It was a big room as I said, seperated by a two or three feet wooden cabinate with black marble on top. Chairs were around it and a few glasses were placed there, may be a bar area.

But I don't think alcohol is allowed here.

Leave it, then on one corner there was a billiard board, and a ping pong table. There were two wooden almirahs filled with gaming stuffs maybe. In the side wall there was a huge clock.

Other corned had an l shaped couch, and a gaming setup, joystick, big led. And so on.

God I love this place.

I ran towards the couch and laid comfortably on the ut totally ignoring The boy and Tahir.

" You guys can rest her, in a few minutes, others will join you."

He left from there.

Tahir quickly scanned the room and then he sat near me.

"Doors and windows here are too big." He exclaimed.

" But hearts are narrow." I replied him and then laid on the couch.

And thankfully I fitted on it comfortably.

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After half an hour or something I got up my a sudden shook.

Shook , God is there any earthquake. I didn't know India had earthquakes.

I quickly jumped from my place. But my heart stopped seeing the boy near me .

"What the hell?" I exclaimed, and he just smiled at me.

"Here's snacks for you." He (shozaib) said offering snacks to me .

What is wrong with this man, smiling like a fool.

I took the snacks and started eating them.

Then my eyes went on the other side, there were three girls, and three boys sitting, all of them busy in thier phones.

And here Tahir was busy checking some books in the shelf.

I sighed ," what a bore!!"

As soon as the words slipped from my mouth, the door opened, revealing a cute girl.

Her eyes were tightly closed, her breaths were uneven, maybe because she came here running.

"Assalamualaikum sabko, mujhe pata hai ki main late hu par main kya karoon traffic itna tha, aur upar se Aaj ravivar bhi hai." She said in a single breath.

Everyone quickly hid there phones in there pocket.

" Tumhe call kar dena chahiye tha mannat."

( You should've called us mannat.) A boy said.

"Phone payal ke pass rah Gaya Mera."(I left my phone at payal's house)

She said catching her breath.

Suddenly other girl slammed the boys head.

"Use sans to le lene de."(let her breath first)

Mannat nodded and sat on the counter between them .

Suddenly her eyes went on Tahir.

"Aap ?" She paused for a second," Taya huzur ke bete, badhe bete, Tahir Latif. Haina? " She asked .

(You? Taya huzur's son, elder son Tahir Latif. Right?)

"Yeah!" Tahir said a barely audible voice.

"Main Mannat, aap shayad hi mujhe jante honge." She introduced herself.

(I am mannat, you maybe know me,)

She then glanced at others.

"Aap sab bhi apne apne naam bataiye, jitna mujhe pata hai aap mein se kisi ne bhi tarruf karne ki zehmat to katai nahi uthai hogi."she mocked everyone.

(Everyone tell your names, as long as I know, no-one of you had taken the step to do introduction)

The girl near her said," main jiya Kabir, aapki fuffi ki beti."

(I am jiya Kabir, your aunt's daughter.)

The other boy near her,"main Inka chota bhai, liyakat Kabir. You can call me Lee." He flexed.

(I am liyakat her younger brother.)

Other boy slammed his head,"you can call him gadha too" he said mockingly.

"Aur main Kaif Umar,"he added,(and me, Kaif Umar.)

Other girl , "I am Hifza Umar."

Then other girl, the most pretty girl there,"I am pari Kapoor daughter of Rajveer Kapoor."

Everyone rolled there eyes, making her angry.

" Tum sab bahut bure ho." She complained.

(You guys are really bad.)

Then the last one present there,

"Deviyon aur sajjano, mujhse miliye, Mehmood Ali ka eklouta waaris, the one and only, Mahir Mehmood."

(Ladies and gentlemen , meet me, only hier of mehmood Ali, the one and only Mahir Mehmood.)

Everyone clapped , enjoying his antics,

Yeah excluding us, me and Tahir.

Then suddenly she jumped off the counter, and straightly went to Tahir.

They talked about something and then her eyes landed on me,

And she just froze, her lips parted.

After a few seconds she managed to break the contact.

Before anyone could do anything a voice interrupted everyone.

"Aap ko aur kuch chahiye???"(do you guys need something???)

Again that boy, seriously he is so irritating.

Mannat went to her and whispered something to him.

"Sar Kalam nhi karwaana mujhe."

(I don't want any death sentence)

He was frightened, but mannat ignored his expressions and signalled mahir.

"Ekloute waaris, chal raha hai?" She asked mischievously.

(Only hier, are you comming?)

He quickly joined them, nodding excitedly.

They all left from there.

Shozaib, mannat and mahir.

Kaif sighed," yrr yeh Maas kitni Masti karte hai " he exclaimed while jumping on the couch near me

(Man these Maas do lots of chaos.)

Liyakat also sat near him.

"Hii, you are Tamir?" He asked me.

"Yeah!" I answered,

He knows me? How?

What was his name, liya.. something like that.

"Well what is this Maas?"

I asked him.

Hifza came towards me,

" Aap Tamir Bhai ho kya?"(are you Tamir brother?) She asked.

I just nodded at her, but then other girl came , Pari.

" Mannat  ka maa and mahir ka maa,  hence Maas, plural." She explained, sitting on the chair near cabinet.

Jiya" Are you in college?"

Tamir just nodded,

"Which college?" Lee asked.

I am feeling as if they are interviewing me.

"I haven't join any college, I am a private student."

Pari sighed, " that means you are our junior."

Jiya interrupted her,

"  He is with you."

"Aapko kaise pata?" Hifza asked her.(how did you know?)

" Ammi ne bataya tha" she replied, in a calm tone pulling out her phone.

(Mom told me)

Woah fuffi knew, it means I am more famous here, than I expected.

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After a few talks, the door opened with a loud thud.

"Aa gye Maas." Kaif exclaimed, closing his eyes.

Before I could process his words, a voice echoed in the room.

Voice of thier giggling, Mannat and mahir ran towards the couch,

Mahir jumped beside me making a loud voice.

While mannat jumped on liyakat making him groan.

"Aah , pagal." He glared at her, "mujhe lagi"

(Aah idiot. It hurted.)

Mannat giggled standing straight,"par mujhe maza aaya!"

(But I got thrilled.)

She approached a high five to mahir, and he gave her the high five.

Before they could further enjoy, a man came there,

"Tahir and Tamir, nawab is calling you." He stated, and turned towards pari.

"Pari, aur tum" he glanced at mannat ." Nawab sahab bula rhe hai tumhe bhi."

He sighed at mannat and left from there.

I was angry on him for ordering me,

But what shocked me more was that , mannat was quite,

Her face turned blank, and she didn't even turn to look at him.

After the man left, mannat waved her hand to everyone and left with pari.

" Who the hell was he?"

I spoke out angrily.

"Mr. Rajveer Kapoor, the great bussiness tychoon."  Kaif exclaimed in a tired voice.

"Mr. Akdhu  kapoor." Mahir mocked while sitting straight.

I was about to say something, when Tahir signalled me to follow him.

Seriously, how is he so obedient???

I just internally sighed and stood.

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After a few seconds or more we reached nawabs room, it was now filled. Two couples in front and two on side and one elder couple and two elder ladies near nawab.

The elder man and a women with him stood as we entered.

"Abb ijazat chahte hai nawab!" He neither asked nor ordered.

(Now need permission nawab)

He just stated, literally no expression at all.

After getting a slight nod from nawab, he immediately rushed out. A woman stood, his wife probably , she  also joined him.

Then a younger couple, whom I don't know stood,

"Allah Hafiz nawab sahab"(greetings nawab sahab) The man looking a bit like Kaif greeted and left with his partner.

Then my eyes went on other couples, those whom I know.

Humna haider and Kabir shah. My fuffi and fufaji.

And my dear mother and my father, she signalled me to come near her.

Before I could sit , Tahir sat near her.

Having no other option I just sat near Tahir.

Just a few seconds after that, mannat entered, with a boy, they started serving glasses to everyone.

Mannat's face was calm, stern not as before.

Her smile was normal, she gave everyone a glass of water drink it is by her own hands,

When she went to mr. Kapoor, her smile was gone.

Her face was calm and stern, but her genuine smile just vanished.

I think he deserves this, or they all, nawab, dad, mr. Kapoor they all deserve this look, cause they all wear the same look everytime. Huh.

I was disturbed by a sudden shake on my shoulder.

I looked at the source, Tahir !

He signalled me to look in front. I did only to see mannat offering me a drink.

This was the first time she was this near to me,

I can clear see her every detail.

Damn she is pretty, without any effort.

Her eyes were brown, fair skin tone, rusy lips that were trembling donno why??

I quickly grabbed the drink locking my hazel eyes with hers.

And she just froze there, totally forgetting everyone .

Is she seriously staring at me in front of her whole family??

Our contact broke by sudden voice of nawab,

"Mumtaaz " he stated, making her turn to him.

Mumtaaz? She is mannat.

He signalled her to sit and then asked Rehana aunty to start the conversation.

I just zoned out, my eyes were stuck on mannat.

I guess she also felt my intense gaze , but i was unable to get my eyes off her.

She then sat near him holding his one hand with her two hands.

Her little fingers slowly, caressing nawabs stony hands

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...Author's pov....

The whole was filled with nostalgia,

Just as Tamir stopped, both Emilie and aiman came back to thier senses .

They were so lost in Tamir's story that they even forgot they have a school .

" What happened then paps?" Aiman asked with a curious voice.

" I'll tell you tomorrow," he said strocking his hands on my hair.

" Tomorrow? Why?" I whined .

" Cause you will get late Sweetu." He stated, showing his hand watch to Aiman.

Her eyes widened in shock.

"Ohh shit."she quickly left from there , makin others chuckle.

"Uncle did you guys like each other?" Emmie questioned Tamir, showing her doe eyes .

Tamir pinched her cheeks," you'll get your answer tomorrow, Princess."

" I'll wait then, bye." Emmie waved her hand at then and left.

The two Bros also went to there respective rooms.

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