Ayesha’s First Day and The Secret Brother 15: Chapter 15: Dr.
Ayesha’s First Day and The Secret Brother Next morning, 7 AM, Ahmed Palace was in chaos.
Not because of any business meeting, but because Ayesha was getting ready for her first day of medical college after 2 years.
“Rayan!
Where is my white coat?
Where is my stethoscope?
Where is my bag?” Ayesha was running around the bedroom in panic, wearing a simple white shalwar kameez, hair tied in ponytail, looking like a 19-year-old college girl, not a billionaire’s wife and hotel owner.
Rayan was lying on the bed, laughing, watching her panic.
“Jaan, relax.
Your white coat is ironed and hanging in closet.
Your stethoscope is in your bag.
And your husband is here to drop you to college in his Rolls Royce.” “Rolls Royce?
No!
I will go on rickshaw!
If I go in Rolls Royce, all students will make fun of me!
They will say, ‘See, billionaire’s wife came to show off!'” Ayesha said, worried.
Rayan stood up and held her shoulders.
“Ayesha, listen to me.
You are Mrs.
Rayan Ahmed, but in college, you are just Ayesha, a medical student.
No one will make fun of you.
And if anyone does, I will buy that college and make you its Dean.
Okay?” Ayesha laughed and hit him.
“You will buy everything, Mr.
CEO!
You bought my hotel, you want to buy my college too?” “For you, I can buy the whole world,” he said and kissed her forehead.
“Now come, let me drop you.
First day, husband should drop wife.
It’s tradition.” At 8 AM, King Edward Medical College gate.
Ayesha got out of Rolls Royce and every student turned to look.
Whispers started.
“Is she the same waitress who married Rayan Ahmed?
The Cinderella?” “Yes, same!
She is now a medical student?
Wow!” “She is so simple, no makeup, white dress, so pretty!” Ayesha felt shy, but she walked in bravely.
Head held high.
In the classroom, 100 students.
Professor came.
He announced, “Students, we have a new old student joining us today after 2 years gap.
Ms.
Ayesha Muhammad Ali, who left in 2nd year due to family problems, but she topped her 1st year.
Please welcome her.” All students clapped.
Ayesha stood up, nervous.
“Thank you, Sir.
I…
I will try my best.” She sat on the first bench.
The girl next to her whispered, “Hi, I am Sana, not that Sana who troubled you, different Sana!
I am your fan!
I saw your wedding on TV!
You are so lucky!
But also so brave!
Can we be friends?” Ayesha smiled.
Her first college friend.
“Yes, sure!” First lecture was anatomy.
Professor was teaching about heart.
Ayesha listened so carefully, writing every word, because her mother’s heart, I mean kidney, but heart also, was weak, and she wanted to become a doctor to save people like her mother.
During break, she went to canteen.
She had only 100 rupees in her pocket, like old days.
She bought a samosa and chai.
She didn’t want to use Rayan’s black card in college.
She wanted to be normal.
While eating samosa, her phone rang.
Rayan.
“How was first lecture, Dr.
Sahiba?” he asked.
“So good!
We learned about heart!
And I made a friend!
Her name is also Sana but she is nice!
And I ate samosa from canteen with my own 100 rupees, not your card!” she said excitedly like a small girl.
Rayan laughed on phone.
“My wife is so cute.
She has a 5 crore necklace at home but eats 30 rupee samosa in canteen.
I love you, Dr.
Ayesha.” “I love you too, Rayan.
Thank you for giving me this life back.” Meanwhile, in Ahmed Palace, a car stopped.
A young boy, 20 years old, handsome, but with same cold eyes like Kamran, got out.
He had a London accent, wearing expensive clothes, with a lawyer.
“I am here to meet Mr.
Rayan Ahmed.
I am his brother,” he told the guard.
Guard was shocked.
Brother?
Rayan has no brother!
Dadi Jaan was in the garden.
The boy came to her.
“Hello, are you Mrs.
Dadi Jaan?
I am Kabir Ahmed.
Son of Kamran Ahmed and his second wife, Jennifer.
From London.” Dadi’s face turned white.
She knew Kamran had married a British woman in London after leaving Rayan’s mother, but she never knew he had a son!
“What?
You are Kamran’s son?
From that British woman?” Dadi shouted.
“Yes, and according to UK law, I am also heir to Ahmed Industries.
My father has 30% shares, and he has transferred 15% to me.
So I am here to claim my 15% and my position as director in the company.
And also, I heard my elder