Arsalan pov:

My thoughts raced as i stood watching Anaab chat animatedly with Kashaf Hamidi.

WTF?

Did the government declare a holiday or hand out free weekend tickets to talk to my enemy?

I swear I'll kill you, Anaab Ali Ahmed.

She never talks to me like that.

But here she is, acting all sweet with this guy.

Kashaf Hamidi—why is he even doing MBBS? His father is a businessman. He should just stick to that!

Why, God? Is there any profit in MBBS that I don't know about? If there was, I would've been doing the same.

His brain taunted him, "Everyone has their own dreams "

I mentally sighed, I doubt this brain is even mine at this point.

Zaid interrupted his thoughts with a quick, "Bhai? Go get the pendrive." I nodded and made my way over to Anaab and Kashaf, who were still laughing, completely unaware of the Handsome  Prince presence.

"Haan,tum toh  mistee India ho"
(Yeah, you’re like Mr. India), my brain mocked again.

Finally, Anaab locked eyes with mine, her shock evident. I smirked inwardly and said, "Can I have the honor of speaking with Dr. Anaab Ali Ahmed?" Kashaf excused himself and left.

I  wasted no time. "So, where’s my pendrive?" I asked.

"Oh shoot, I forgot it in my room," Anaab replied casually.

"Are you out of your mind? Do you even realize how much effort I put into that project? How could you be so careless?" I snapped.

Anaab shrugged. "Backup?" she teased.

"No, wait—how do you even know about my project pendrive?" I asked, confused.

"Oh, pendrive? That was child’s play. There's nothing in this world that’s hard for Anaab Ali Ahmed," she said with a smirk.

"Yeah, that’s why you’re doing MBBS," I shot back sarcastically.

"Thanks for realizing that early," she replied with a grin. Their banter was interrupted by Iza, who called out, "We’re getting late. Come on, class is about to start."

Anaab nodded, "Yeah, coming."

I  cut in, "No, she's not going anywhere."

Anaab turned to leave. "Oh, I’m going. Bye! By the way, your pendrive is in my bag. You can take it yourself, but if you ever complain about me again, it won’t end well. Mark my words," she said, waving at me and disappear .

I watched her disappear with Iza, fuming.I turned to Zain, who was engrossed in his phone.

Irritated, i muttered,
"When I'm not using my phone so, no one should use it " Humpp .

I approached Anaab’s desk and rummaged through her bag. Sure enough, i  found my pendrive, but something else caught my  eye.

It was the small, pink toy i had given her when we  were kids—a cute little toy with two swans kissing in the middle.

I had completely forgotten about it, but she still had it after all these years.

Why does she still have this? I  wondered, my  thoughts interrupted by Zain.

"Bhai, you done? Let’s go. I’m not getting good vibes here," Zain said.

"Shut up, bro. Let’s go," I muttered, still puzzled.

Back in class, my presentation went smoothly, but his mind remained preoccupied. After class, i sent Anaab a message, informing her that I've be heading to their dad's office and that she should go home with the driver. I didn’t want to hear any lectures from my parents, who always seemed to take her side.

She took away my happiness in childhood. I hate her for everything . 

With this thought bitterly as i  made towards way to the office.

At the office, the tension was thick as the meeting with the client began. I tried to shake off the thoughts of Anaab and the toy, but it lingered.

My , Mr. Ali Ahmed stood at the head of the table, looking stern.

"Waise toh hmsha hi yeh aise hi hota hai specially meri sath"

"Arsalan, glad you could join us. Let’s get started," he said, motioning for me  to take a seat. I nodded, trying to focus on the agenda. The meeting dragged on, but i managed to stay engaged, giving input when necessary.

After the meeting, Zain popped into mine office. "Bhai, how was the meeting? You looked pretty intense in there," he remarked.

"Just the usual. Nothing new," I  replied, still deep in thought.

"You’re still worked up about Anaab, aren’t you?" Zain asked.

"I don’t know, Zain. I just… I don’t get why she still has that toy. It’s like she’s holding onto something from the past," I admitted.

"Maybe it’s more important to her than you think. Look, let’s not dwell on it. We’ve got other things to focus on," Zain advised.

I sighed, rubbing my temples. "Yeah, you’re right. I guess I’ll just have to let it go." I spent the rest of the day at the office, but the memory of that toy, and what it meant, refused to leave me.

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At dinner, the usual chaos filled the room as everyone chatted away. I was minding my own business when Dadajaan tapped his glass, the familiar sound cutting through the noise. Instantly, the room quieted down, all eyes turning to him.

"Must be something big," I thought, still chewing my food.

With a smile, he cleared his throat and made the announcement. “I have some exciting news for everyone. After much discussion, it’s been decided that Farhan’s wedding will take place next week.”

The words hung in the air for a split second before the table exploded into a mix of cheers, laughter, and, of course, teasing.

Farhan Bhai , sitting across from me, looked like he’d been hit by a truck.

His face was red, and I could see the shock creeping in.

Anaab , being her usual self, was the first to start. "Oh ho, Farhan Bhai, it's finally happening!" She grinned like a maniac. "Say goodbye to your bachelor life!"

Inaya  jumped in, laughing. “Get ready for your last week of freedom, Farhan Bhai!”

Farhan Bhai, completely flustered, tried to defend himself. "Wait, wait! I didn’t expect it to be this soon! You guys are just dropping this on me?”

I watched as Dadajaan chuckled, clearly enjoying this moment. "It's time, beta. You’ve kept your bride waiting long enough. Preparations are already in motion."

Abu nodded, backing him up. “Farhan, your nikah was done months ago. It’s time to bring your bride home. Your mother’s handling everything, and Arsalan,” he turned toward me, suddenly pulling me into this, “you’ll be helping with the arrangements.”

Wait, what? Me? I barely had time to process what was going on before I muttered, “Sure, Abu. Whatever needs to be done.”

And of course, Anaab  couldn’t miss the chance to make it worse. She  nudged me with that smirk of her . “Make sure Farhan doesn’t try to make a run for it, okay?”

The table erupted again, everyone laughing at Farhan bhai expense.

He shook his head, finally smiling. “You all are impossible! As if I could escape with you lot around.”

I sat there, listening to the teasing, while my mind raced.

Farhan Bhai ruksat next week? Abu had just dumped a load of responsibility on me without warning.

I stared at my plate, the excitement around me buzzing, but all I could think about was how chaotic this week was about to get.

And of course, I’d have to manage everything.

"After all meri Bhai ke shadii haii " hahaha

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