Hikayat ✔

Chap. 53

"Paisa aim nhi hai mera... I am sorry uncle... Agr zindagi main kisi kaa aim sirf paisey kamana hai toh meri nazr main woh sab se bara aimless insan hai. My ambitions are greater than worldly wealth.... I know it's easy for me to say... Because Allah kaa shukr hai... I was born in a privileged family....
But it's also why I want to use that to my advantage and do something I wouldn't have been able to do if I was born in a middle class or underprivileged famliy.

Medical mera khwab hai... Main Pakistan main mental health ke liye kaam karna chahta hun... I want to be psychiatrist...

Maine bohat closely dekhaa hai....

Kis tarah depression insan ko ander hi ander khaa jata hai....

And if you don't find the proper help for it, It destroys, not just you but everyone related to you as well.. And depression is just one issue, orr bohaat se hain Uncle jinko hum samjhtey hi nhi hain....
Yeh mera khwab hai keh main logon main awarness paida karun.. Unki madad karun...."

Ayaan took in a deep breath discreetly and sipped a huge gulp of the fresh Falsa juice Anita placed in front of him.

Sitting in front of the stoic Kamran Hussnain, dressed neatly in a starched white kurta and shalwar under a fitted Khaki waistcoat and Dark brown Peshawari Chappal (Dress code approved by Nano and his friends) Ayaan felt like he was giving a job interview for the position of best son in law...

*Cough*

Beads of nervous sweat appeared on the back of his neck even though the room was chilled by the Air conditioner so much so that the ice in his glass hadn't melted though it sat there untouched since the last 30 mins or so till now.

Kamran Hussain nodded only slightly but he might as well have jumped up in delight by the way Ayaan's shoulders relaxed and the air clogged in his lungs, whooshed out through his nose.

Yes he wanted Kamran Uncle, now his Father in law, to approve of him as a good man for his daughter.

Although by the way he was called, Ayaan was prepared to get beated to a bloody pulp as soon as he stepped foot on his property, however, the gleeful Aylaa with her 14MegaWatt smile at the door and the small hug from Kamran Hussain as he entered the study room showed him things were going to take a civil path and he might as well get rid of those Bollywood scenarios from his overly dramatic brain.

Pursing his lips he placed the glass down gently but it clanked loudly against the table top instead, rendering his attempt at presnting himself as nobility useless.

'Allah miyaan toota naa hoo!'

He looked down at it quickly to make sure no liquid was leaking out on the table and was releived to find it clean.

Kamran Hussain cleared his throat to get Ayaan's attention and he straightened more in his chair as if talking to the prime minister himself.

"I respect your ambitions.
Or main yeh bhi jantaa hun keh yeh Nikkah sirf Airaa ki zid pe hua hai.. Main apni beti ko achi tarah jaanta hun iss liye I will not place the blame on you. But kiya tum iss rishtey se khush ho? Kiyaa tumhare parents meri beti ko accept kareyn ge? Mujhe abhi clear ker do. Main apni beti ke saath kisi qism ki zyadti bardasht nhi karun gaa..agr Amir Sikander iss Nikkah ko media pe le jaye gaa.. Or meri beti ko slander kary gaa, toh main pehle hi bata dun iss sab ki zaroorat nhi hai.. Agr yeh rishtaa tum log ko manzur nhi toh Airaa khulaa le le gi..."

Ayaan desperately wanted to interrupt Kamran Hussain in the middle of his speech, the words too vile for him to digest and the idea of slandering Airaa or divorce was completely out of the question but out of respect he let him complete his sentence.