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She delicately adjusted her saree and took one last look at the dining table, which was adorned with the aroma of appetizing food. After reviewing all the preparations, she came to the kitchen. Today she had made all the dishes of her beloved personality's choice and spent the whole day decorating the house in a very beautiful way. The whole house smelled of roses. Today was the fourth year of their marriage. He took the pineapple cake out of the fridge and placed it in the middle of the dining table. He glanced at the wall clock, it was five minutes past nine.
She hurried into the room and looked at herself in the tall mirror and smiled. Remove the catcher from the hair and drop some hair on the left side. She picked up the red lipstick from the dressing table, touched it, and walked towards the bed wearing a delicate bracelet in her hand. She came out carrying a gift for Shahzad. Shehzad's arrival was only a few minutes away and she wanted to complete all the work before he arrived.
Don't know why lips were smiling automatically today. She used to do so much every year but I don't know what was the matter today that her heart wanted her to light the lamp of her love in every corner of the house. Whether he wanted to or not, the lamp of his love remained lit in this house forever.
Shehzad Saeed and Ayat Farid were not only travelers but also business partners. Shehzad would consider himself the luckiest person to get the verse. Not only their love but also their mental harmony was enviable. Ayat was a working woman as well as a polite wife. They have been living a happy and ideal life with each other for four years. Despite not having children, they complimented each other's caste with their existence. They would celebrate every day, big or small, by giving surprises and gifts to each other and adding happiness to the book of life.
These hours of waiting for Ayat Farid were impossible. His eyes sometimes stared at the door, sometimes at the ticking of the clock. It was twelve minutes past nine. He picked up the phone and anxiously dialed Shahzad's number. The number was dropped after a few bells.
"Have they forgotten today?" He thought, pressing his finger under his teeth.
"They will come," he said, reassuring himself.
A few more moments had passed and he saw the food cooling with anxiety and slowly melting the cake like these beautiful bridges slipping from his life. He quickly picked up the cake and put it back in the fridge. I don't know why my heart was getting restless. Hashish Bashash had a worried look on his face. Shehzad had never done this before. He would inform her of his moment.
"Where are you, Prince?" He muttered anxiously again, dialing the number and putting the phone to his ear, but when he did not receive an answer, he looked at the clock in frustration, which was indicating ten o'clock. She wrapped her hair in a pair and put on a catcher and picked up the dishes and put them in the kitchen and came back and sat on the sofa with the TV open.
Sometime in the night, the door opened and the sound of someone talking and laughing opened his eyes, he looked around and tried to remember. She slept on the sofa in the lounge while waiting for Shahzad. When he saw the time, it was two o'clock in the morning. Earlier, he was seen entering the Shahzad Lounge in shock. He was not alone. At that time of night, he was entering the house holding the hand of a girl.
*****
"Are you still looking for this girl Shah Mir?" At Umair's question his paperweight hand was stopped for a moment, he looked up and slowly nodded in affirmation. Umair was sad to see her bloodshot eyes. He was definitely at the limit of his endurance.
Today, he found out from Jahanzeb Rizvi's advertising agency that Shah Mir had contacted him to get information about a girl. This was a common thing in his field but Umair was well aware of the special reason behind this common thing. For the last six months, he has been searching for her like crazy.
Shah Mir Suleiman Shah was a successful man whose life was marked only by victory. He knew the art of turning the game around, so he would win money on every board, but the game was out of his hands. Shah Mir Shah was a loser for the first time and even a loser is a spread of love, who could say that this is the same Shah Mir who did not even look at Nazneen. Today, an ordinary girl is heartbroken. Love has filled all four boxes so that someone seems crazy. A madman who had been searching for a glimpse of Jabeen for the last several months, but she had gone into hiding without knowing it.
"Do you know his name?" After a few moments of silence, Umair started talking from there. He shook his head in denial.
"Is there a picture?" The answer was the same.
"How will you find it?"
"I'll do it. I'm so sure of the force right now." Umair looked at him sadly. He knew less of this love and more of a madman's rage. To him, it was all madness, and he had nothing to do with people who fell ill in love.
"I want you to take a break from work for a while. You just have to be more discriminating with the help you render toward other people. "
"When did you think I had such weak nerves?"
"Love betrays the good Alexanders, my dear", he laughed openly at Umair's words.
"Nazish wants to meet you", her smile moments I was smitten.
"In what connection?" He frowned.
"I don't think I need to tell you at least why the heroines want to meet the producers here." He said in a low voice that perhaps he was already aware of the reaction.
Hmmm! Tell him to be ready till two or seven o'clock. My driver will cook it, I'll do it with him at dinner today. "
"You look like you're my girlfriend and I'm going on a date with someone else by cheating on you."
"I am amazed to see that you will come out of the gate of madness so soon. It would have been difficult for you to breathe without it and now the dinner plan.
"Even if he stops talking nonsense, he knows that there is something important to talk about for the next project. If he wants, he can become a bone in the kebab."
"No, Nazish Bibi, congratulations to you. We intend to have dinner with Amaya Sikandar and then watch a movie," he said, closing one eye mischievously.
"I call B. John," said Shah Mir, picking up the phone.
"No, man, she will miss her niece again." Shah Mir laughed when he made a face. Umair breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her smiling. That was enough for now.
*****
Ayat got up and tried to understand the matter and looked at him with complaining eyes which he deliberately ignored.
"Meet her. This is Yemeni. My aunt's daughter came from Lahore a month ago." He was standing with Shahzad but saw a very beautiful and modern girl whose hand was in Shahzad's hand. The verse stood stunned at this sincerity.
"And the Yemenis are these verses," he said, introducing the verse, but the focus of the verse's attention and gaze was still on his hands, so he had to stand so calmly.
"Will you eat?" Ayat looked at Shahzad barely ignoring him. The twinkling eyes in Shahzad's eyes and the gaze of Yemeni made him fearful of one of them.
"No, we have come to eat. Sit down. I have something to say to you. Let me bring some Yemeni stuff inside. ”
As soon as he went out, the verse was gripped by the fear of someone. She sat down on the couch, breathless. The girl who came with him was now looking at everything in the house with full privilege. She began to compare herself and this girl. Seeing her long curly brown hair imprisoned in a ponytail and a few strands coming out of the ponytail and touching her cheeks and neck, she touched her short cut hair in a short step cutting. She was wearing a jeans t-shirt. The ticking of his heels echoed throughout the house. When Shahzad came in with his belongings, he had three suitcases and a handbag in his hand. Her luggage did not look like a guest's. Nor did Shahzad keep his luggage in the guest room.
"If there is no guest, then who is there?"
When Shahzad came and sat on the sofa, she brought a glass of water. She sat on the sofa with her hair behind her ears.
"If you want to sleep, we'll talk in the morning," he said, rubbing a glass of water to his lips and staring at the verse.
"Don't say I'm listening," he said, taking Plow's fringe in his hand.
"Yemen and I got married four days ago, in front of all the family and with their consent," he said in a spotty tone without any preamble. He paused to test his reaction. She lowered her eyes and sat in silence. The heart was remorseful.
"Ayat", he looked at her with blank eyes. Today, his name seemed strange to him. So did he lose the right to call her name? Ignoring the question of the heart, she said.
"Was there a lack of faithfulness in me?" Broken tone and wet eyes that were eager to glow, but as soon as he regained his composure he did not have to weaken. He had to save his nest, the nest which was bound with straws of love, fidelity, trust, and belief. Today, Ashiana was in the throes of infidelity. The deception was such that the straw was scattered, but she would handle it all, she would not let anything scatter. The fabric of thoughts was tangled.
"No, but loyal love and hope are not enough in one marriage?" Shahzad said sharply.
Is that enough? What did I not give you? I entrusted my most precious thing to you, Shahzad Saeed Ahmed, but you turned out to be a traitor. Grease stole my trust. Tell me, what was lacking in this relationship, what did I not give you? ”
"Children", a one-word answer, was the last nail in the coffin of this relationship. She was a falling child. There was a flood of uncertainty in his eyes. Today, four years later, he was ridiculed.
"If you can't be a mother, my mother wanted me to remarry. I have been trying to avoid them for a long time but now I have to reassure them considering their nature ”, the verse looked at him in a state of uncertainty. It took him a few moments to understand what he was saying and his hand had turned Shahzad's cheek red. He sat stunned as the Yemeni stared at him in disgust.
"I'm getting ready for our wedding year here and you're promising a new wedding?" Didn't it take you four days to forget four years of friendship? You! You tell me You are Shahzad's second marriage. How did you dare to deceive me? ”She snapped at him again. The Yemeni advanced and pushed him back. It was the first time in all this situation that she had come between the two with full privilege. Ayat was astonished at his courage and Shahzad also looked at him in astonishment. The Yemeni motioned for him to continue, and he nodded.
”Verse! I wanted you to stay here with us, but before the Yemeni marriage, the condition was that she would not come with me until I divorced you. " For a moment, she fell unconscious.
When he regained consciousness, the Hour had passed. Her nest was shattered. B. John helped him sit up. Umair was sitting beside him holding his hand.
"How am I here?"
You came to your senses three days later. Shehzad had called us and informed us that you are in the hospital and after calling us, he left you alone in the hospital like a homeless person. ۔ I tried to contact him but his phone is off and he is not at home. Umair had been in a bad condition for three days and he was constantly talking without thinking about the condition of the verse at that time. Umair's words took him again that night.
Ayat was stunned to hear that he had regained consciousness three days later. He wanted to think hard about what had happened that night but his head started to feel heavy. He held the heavy head with both hands.
"My house, my nest is falling apart. Save it I have to go home, let me go home, ”she shouted. Umair went ahead with the trouble.
"John, help me to read the verse. I'll call the doctor. At the same time, his phone started ringing." It was Shah Mir's call. He had told Shah Mir about the verse and also asked the nurse coming from the other ward to call the doctor. The verse, screaming in a delusional manner, was once again alienated from consciousness.
****
"Where are you, my dear son?" How upset I was. "
"Amy went in search of work, now it takes so long," he said, folding the sheet in a weary manner and holding a glass of water from Amy's hand.
"Amy is very hungry. Is there anything to eat? ”By the time she washed her hands, she had finished eating. Zahi also came there. The three ate together. Maria came out with a cup of tea after wrapping the pot.
"Amy!" ضحی! I got a home tuition job. My friend Nanda lives in their neighborhood, Mrs. Anjum. Mrs. Anjum lives alone with her three children. It has been two years since her husband's death. She manages her own business. I was with them today. It was Nada who introduced me to them. If you guys don't mind, should I go to their house tomorrow? ”Happiness was evident in her tone as Mrs. Anjum was paying her Rs. 8,000 for two hours of teaching. It was amazing to get such a salary from a part-time job.
When Amy and Zahi saw his happy face, they both smiled and nodded in affirmation.
"Amy, now we can treat Zahi and we won't have to ask for money from anyone," he said. Fareeha Begum smiled at his emotionality. She was the youngest in her family but the responsibilities of home not only made her sensible but also extremely sensitive.
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to be continued...
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