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Another month another party. Unlike last time the security was tight and Huda made sure of that after all the dinner was held by her father himself for his sixtieth birthday.
The grand Osmani mansion was glittering with golden of hues of luminesces. The beige brown classic walls basked in the shades of bronze. The majestic ancestral mansion has been well preserved as a hotel for hosting grand dinners and parties.
The previous grand candle holders were now replaced with similar looking chandeliers, the pillars stood tall and proud emitting their arrogance.
Shahid Osmani stood admist the crowd accompanied by his wife Sitara and son Zuhaib. The family of three seemed perfect to the media eye. Guests, Media, politicians, everyone was there to attend the birthday of Mr Osmani the greatest politician of the decade.
"Another year less Osmani" Ahmed Khan remarked as he swirled the Champagne in it's flute, the clear golden liquid kissed the walls of the glass as the man did so.
"Another year less for many more to come" Shahid raised his glass up while his predating eyes scanned the room in search of a curvaceous escort who might be attending the party alongside the guests. Money and sex. He thrived on these two, no matter how far he went with it his thirst never quenched.
"It's time we discuss about our kids also" Khan expressed his query. Ahmed despite the rivalry admired Huda as an individual. Her hardworking nature, calm personality and devotion towards the people of Gyrfalcons was what had compelled him to put forward the proposal of marriage of the their children as a truce.
He knew his stubborn and unsettling son needed a challenging woman like Huda. Their enemity was far from being dissolved but that didn't mean that they couldn't try.
"She's your son's wife now take her whenever you will. We can decide the date tonight itself" Shahid replied smirking as a woman winkled at him from across the hall. Her bright pink dress clung to her curves for dear in an attempt to not slip away.
"Very well then. How about the end of this week?" Ahmed asked looking around for his wife and son. His wife was spotted with her friends while his son still missing.
"I don't mind at all. Deal done then. Excuse me Khan I have a few guests to entertain" he excused himself in a hurry to attend his fellow assembly members. His grin wide like that of a chesire cat's. Fake smiles and fake pride, Shahid Osmani was an epitome of both.
Sitara entertained her own guests along with Zuhaib making me try to lure atleast one of the rich Minister's daughter's. Alas! the man was holding onto the last shreds of sanity without his alcohol, he couldn't think of anything but to escape his mother's clutches and run off to the bar.
Huda accompanied Haider in checking the security, arrangements and media situation over and over again. No risks can be take this time.
Press reporters shouted and yelled trying to grab to the attention of the beauty who graced the red carpet with her elegant presence. Adorned in a burgundy sling gown she looked better than any American model to ever exist.
