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.....MEIN NE SOCHA NA THA
(Part 2 )
President of the competition appeared at the middle of the huge stage. After clearing his throat, he announced !
" Ladies and gentlemen, here we are finally, to decide about the final of inter-university cross-talk speech competition. But first of all I'd like to tell the rules to both of the participants.Though, I'm sure they know the rules already, but as this is the final so there are some additional rules too. Here are the rules ….. "
He took a short pause, glanced at
the silent crowd then began again. " If any one of the both participants would
found to be supporting his or her opposite point of view, he'd be unable to win this
final. I mean if the male participant tells any thing which supports female's point of
view he will be out of the competition instantly, similar are the rules for female
participant. Now I'd like to call the the participants.
So ladies and gentlemen, please welcome our first participant, Miss Kenza Shaheryaar from
Lahore University of Management Sciences. "
With that, began the sounds of loud
clapping. Every eye moved towards the gorgeous figure sitting in front rows. With a
classic rising model style, Kenza, dressed in jet black gown-like sleeveless outfit, began
to walk toward stage. Her walking style was kind of like cat-walk, kind of rising wave
motion of the cliff. The black lipstick on her full lips, made her complexion appear
fairer. After taking some short steps on four stairs of the stage, she finally made
herself stand at the right corner of the stage behind a dice-like counter having her
nameplate. There, she first adjusted four mics in front of her then turned her face to say
thanks to the president.
" And now, it's time for our
second participant to come here. Please welcome Mister.Daniyal Ahmed from Karachi
University ".
Again, there were sounds of intense
clapping and voices of admiration. Kenza`s eyes moved towards the audiences involuntarily.
There was a huge rush of the people sitting and standing every where. And then from the
dark, with in the last rows, behind the audiences, appeared a tall figure. He was
wearing ice blue jeans and navy blue shirt with a black coat over it, with out a tie. The
large collar of his shirt was over his coat, with first two buttons undone.
His steps were large, not too large, slow, with a strength of firm and fixed
determination. His fairly-wheatish face was more prominent due to light green fresh shave
and due to typical masculine square jaw cut of his cheeks.
" Wow ! he is too male " One
of Kenza's friends, Maira exclaimed, completely lost in his sight. .
Shaheera gave her a skeptical look. Shaheera and Kenza`s whole group consisting of five
females was sitting in front rows.
Finally Daniyal took his position at the left corner of the big stage, behind his own
counter, facing Kenza and audiences at the same time.
" So, now you two can
exchange the formalities " President
said with a grin.
And this was the instant when their eyes met for the very first time. A collision of
light-brown female eyes with intensely black pure male eyes.
He smiled politely and said ! " Assalaam-o-Alaikum "
" Hi " Kenza said without paying slightest attention to him
apparently, giving her brown bob-cut hairs a typical touch with her hand.
" Now I'd like to request miss
Kenza to start her speech now. " President
glanced at her with a look filled with sheer expectation. " And yes, as it’s a cross-talk speech so both of the
participants can interrupt each other with in limits during speech. So Miss Kenza let the
hundreds of people see, what you have for us from your women's point of view " President
said and waited for her to began.
" Mister president, Sir chief
guest and all the dear audiences…. " Kenza smiled lively as she started her speech. Her style was full of
confidence, her tone was filled with boldness and determination. " I've been invited here to give my opinions
about the most respected, most beautiful, softest and most creative creature of the
universe or even of milky way ! Infact It’s an honour for me that I'm representing
the most great living creature of the world here. Yes, this creature that is called as
" Woman " .
" Wajood-e-Zun se hai Tasveer-e-Kaainaat mein Rung "
" All colours in the picture
of universe are due to woman's presence. " This saying is a proof of a woman's
influence on the universe. She is the mirror of nature, a mirror which always has been
broken and made dirty by the physically stronger sex called Man. It's Man, who just due to
his physical dominancy and strength, plays with woman like a toy, as an object of lust. In
doing so, he forgets that a nation can't permanently remain on a level above the level of
its women. Men kiss women when they are happy , but women kiss men when men are unhappy
which means they prefer others happiness on their own.". Finishing her sentence, Kenza stopped herself, taking a
breath.
" Mr. Daniyal, would you like to
begin now?" President's voice
changed the atmosphere created by sharply feminine, musical voice of Kenza.
And then his masculine, silk-like voice gripped everyone's heart. He started with !
" Poochtey hain
"Woh" ke Ghalib kaun hai ??
Koi batlao ke hum batlaaien Kiya??
" Miss Kenza told us that man
pretends woman like a toy. But I think, It's woman who makes man bad. These so called
mod females think that if they'll wear a tight see-through dress clinging to their
curvacious bodies, they will become the "candle of the party". They
consider glances of males towards them as compliments but very few of them know what
men talk about them on their backs. Oh yes sir…it's woman who makes any one's
mind bad by her actions and behavior." Daniyal's voice was
consistent and firm.
" Well, if a woman is dressed in
an outfit that represents her sex, then whats wrong with that ? it's her birth right to
show herself like the way God has created her " Kenza said without
being slightly impressed.
" Miss, if you speak of birth
right then as far as I know, every living organism including humans of both sexes, is born
without cloths " Now it was Daniyal`s turn to smile. There came a
cherished laughter from the audience .
" A woman femininly dressed is
just like a full bloomed flower" Kenza
's beliefs were unique and so was her personality.
" A woman modestly dressed is just
like a pearl in its shell." His smile was firm and fixed, like his beliefs .
" The only thing is that man gets
even jealous of woman's quality to attract him by portraying her beauty and he's always so
stupid to obey his idiotic desires" Kenza replied sarcastically.
" Miss can I ask you a question ?
" He raised his brows. " just tell me what's the translation and
meaning of word 'woman' in URDU? His
smile became more deep as he asked.
Killer and breath-taking
smile. Sitting with in audiences,
Maira thought.
" Well…. Aurat, it means
something " hidden" Kenza bit her lower lip, and turned towards the
president, with a protest in her eyes.
" Oh yes, that’s what I'm
trying to say. " His smile became
more intense. " Actually it’s
a word derived from ancient Persian language, and it means " posheeda ", I mean
hidden. Yes, woman is supposed to be a hidden creature. She's not supposed to expose
herself like an item for sale. I just don’t know what many mod gals try to say
by not wearing Dupatta. Just what do they try to say by not covering their bosoms? I have
a message for those women that a fashionable woman is always in love with herself. They
just don’t know that every sensible and mature man think of them as gals who have
been impressed by " Silicon-Pamella Concept " .
The crowd burst out laughing. Now, his voice was studded with a bit of
emotional tone too.
" Mr Daniyal it would be better if
you don’t turn away from your original topic " President warned him.
" Alright sir, but it's Miss kenza
who is trying to prove her sex superior by apparent features. As a muslim, ,everyone knows
that Man is superior to woman, not just physically but by many means. Why woman could
never be a Prophet ever? In every sect of muslims, woman could never be a Imam, this is so
because she can't. God knows better than us. Woman's ability to think is half than that of
Man's. That’s why, in Islam two woman's witness equals a single man's witness. An
adult woman can't pray, can't fast regularly for whole of the month. How that sex can be
superior which is scared from lizards, spiders and cockroaches? How's she supposed to lead
the nation in 21st century?"
Daniyal was saying all of this without slightest impurity in his tone. His expression was
impressive, his tone was expressive.
" Yes…. " Kenza
replied sarcastically. "
That’s what all men do. Their last weapon to defend themselves is of religious kind.
Yes that’s what they say, they even use it to threat their wives by telling of four
marriages at a time. They don’t have other solid reasons so that’s why they
always use religion as their last weapon. They should learn a lesson from the west. Thanks
God this is just because of twentieth century's revolutionary movement that now woman
stands equally with the man in the west " Kenza said proudly. Her accent, her tone, her style of expression and her
way-to-talk sounded like western itself.
" And okay Mister, " She didn't stop yet. " I accept that Woman can't pray regularly due to her physical
reasons but what about males, huh? Why majority of them doesn’t pray ? Do they also
have some cyclic physical variations in their bodies monthly " ? Kenza
said, trying to supress her laughter. At her funny remark, there was not a single person
in the audiences who did't get smile on his face .
But Daniyal`s typical smile was not in a mood to leave his lips even at this remark too.
" Miss Kenza, the point isn't who prays and who doesn't " He said politely. " I was talking about the ability to worship. We are recognized and measured by our abilities, and those abilities include ability to worship too. And by the way you are very cleverly trying to throw me into that old typical west vs east topic, but now I won't get away from the original topic. As far as the matter of east and west is concerned. Always remember Sun rises in the east. So, time always takes us ahead of the West. "
" Tell you what " He added confidently. " I have nothing against the west. Western people have
their own culture,
beliefs and point of views. I have nothing to do with the west, but those Women who have
eastern origin and eastern ancestry and yet they try to pretend like western people by
their actions, acts and looks, that's totally ridiculous and miserable. They can't be like
western women by watching " Bay-watch " or adopting " Beverly hills 90210
culture" He said matter-of-dactly,
then stopped to take a short breath but only to continue once again.
" Miss, I just have to say that
east is east and the west is west. Each has its own values and culture. Did you ever see
any western woman trying to adopt our culture?? Nope you would never see, but ofcourse
you'd see alot of eastern females and ofcourse males too, trying to adopt western culture.
I really feel bad for such people. Perhaps this sher was for the same weird people,
" Na Khuda hi mila, Na
Wisaal-e-Sanam
Na " Idher " ke rahey Na " Udher " Ke rahey "
As soon he finished his sentence the
whole auditorium was echoing with the sound of intense roof-breaking clapping from the
crowd.
" Mister, it's you who is trying
to get us away from the original topic. Any way, the most important thing is that Man can
never reach the height of creativity of woman. It's " SHE " who gives birth to
" HE "other wise there wouldn't be no existence of any "HE" .
Kenza said with pride but now her tone
had a substance of confusion.
" Miss.....if it's your intention
to put all of us in HE-SHE conversation, then alright, my pleasure…"
Said Daniyal, keeping his hand on his
chest and bending forward while looking in her direction.
" By the way for your kind
information it was " He" who was created by the God before woman. Did you forget
Hazrat Adam ? and then from his rib, Eve was created,and you know that’s why all
"SHEs" have got non-straight variable nature just like the rib's curvature"
Daniyal said, now really getting into
the topic.
All audiences , guests and judges became alert , watching with sheer concentration. Hearts
were beating so fastly and hard like they were near to burst out of the rib-cages.
Now it was the time to decide.
" It's HER by whom HE comes in
this world. Mister, don't forget the birth process " Kenza said, never wanting to leave the topic.
" It's HIM by whom SHE leaves this
world after death. Madam, don't forget the funeral and the burial process" His
smile became deep and deep.
" It's HIM who is responsible for
destroying all the beauties of nature, and using HER as an object of lust and introducing
the terms like rape and sexual harassment " Kenza's mood was beginning to change now, her voice now seemed to be
acquiring a more emotional tone.
" It's HER who makes HIM to commit
most of the crimes, for example corruption, just to afford expensive cloths and jewelry.
And yes, it's HER who is responsible for introducing the terms like " indecent
assault " in legal dictionary"
Daniyal said, now his eyes were
also smiling like the rest of his face, looking directly into hers.
" As a wife, she.... " She managed to say " As a good wife is heaven's best gift to man " As she finished her sentence, her voice began to tremble now.
" And HE as a good husband makes a
good wife " Daniyal said, his
smile never leaving his face even for a second.
" She, as a daughter is a blessing
of God........" Baiti, Allah ke rehmut hoti hai " Kenza , for the first time spoke in urdu, frustrated,
feeling really uncomfortable.
" And HE as a son, is a gift of
God..... " Baita" Allah ki Nemut hota hai "
" It's HER for which heaven was
created " Kenza 's temper was about to lose now.
" Ahaan, and yes it's HER due to
whom, HIM had to leave the heaven " Daniyal`s smile became mysterious.
" SHE is the reason to smile and
symbol of love as " Mumtaz Mehal "
" HE is the reason to love and symbol of affection as " Shahjahaan "
" Ofcourse yes, but you forgot on the other hand Yazeed , Halaakoo, Hitler and
everyone of all of these great dictators of the world was also HE" Kenza's
style was a bit hysteric now.
" Ofcourse I remember, and I hope
you remember that every one, of those one lac and twenty four thousands messengers of God
for whole of the humanity, was also HE "
" And yessss, DEVIL is also HE
" Kenza was very near to a psychic un-predictable mood. Her eyes
twinkling with tear luster and tiny beads of perspiration on her forehead were showing her
frustration.. But at this stage, she was sure, he had no answer for that. Who could be more than devil.
SILENCE. A roaring pin drop silence, echoing with the sounds of heavy breathing and heart
beating. Everyone had his or her mouth open, some partially and some entirely, never
paying slightest attention to themselves even to blink their eyes, as every eye forgot to
see every thing except Kenza and Daniyal. Dispute and argument had become totally changed
from the original man and woman topic, now it was the matter of HE and SHE, and now it was
Daniyal`s turn to speak .
When atlast, he spoke after a breathless pause of few seconds, his face was without any
smile.
"If…..if DEVIL is He,
then…. !!!
......God is also HE and who can be more superior than ALLAH , now let's see what do you
have in your mind account for this?"
Before he could finish his sentence, whole auditorium was bursting with roof-wall breaking
clapping sound ear-bursting resonance created due to heavy voices of admiration and
applause .
The decision was clear and apparent now…
And Kenza ….
She forgot all the tactics for
which she had been so popular , she forgot all the hints and tricks which she knew to take
the opposite partner into trance ..With tears in her eyes, she turned away from her
counter… Shame..Insult..defeat…loss…these were her feelings at that time.
For the first time in her life she was facing a defeat..in front of hundreds of people.
Now it was impossible for her to keep standing on her feet. Slowly she walked few steps
towards the stairs of stage towards the audience.Her eyesight was not clear now, due to
tears in her eyes…. to her ,every body was looking like in diffuse form.
President appeared again….with result paper in his hand.
Kenza took one weak step more towards the stairs, tears never stopping from her eyes,
sobbing uncontrollably but soundlessly now.
President took his position in the middle of the stage.
Intense clapping and whistling sounds seemed like they were never going to cease.
Kenza placed her foot on the first downstair of the stage , her way towards the audiences
.
And president looked on the Result paper, then towards the audience.
Then he cleared his throat.
And then "His" voice echoed loudly thru heavy duty Four-way out mic system.
But it was not the President's voice .
" Mister president I have to say
something… "
Daniyal….. yes he was daniyal, still standing on his place, his voice resounded ,
capturing the silence back to the atmosphere, clapping hands became stopped, whistles
died, eyes became stony. Pin drop silence gripped every thing and Kenza ........ She
….frozen …on the 2nd stair of the stage like statue in wax museum .
"Yeh kiya kur raha hai
Daniyal…kiya pagal ho gaya hai yeh???" with in audiences
Daniyal`s friend ,Jazib said helplessly …They all were unable to find what Daniyal
had
in his mind now...
"Dork ….Idiot….
stupid… karachi ka naam dubo raha hai sala " another guy of Karachi
university said, biting his lip.
"Abey sirf karachi ka hi
nahin…he is insulting whole the MAN sex".
But he was careless like always, never paying any attention to any one except what he
was saying!
"Aurat !! haan…… Aurat
…woman…. Jo Pyar hai…. Phool hai…. Mohabbat hai…..
Chaand hai…
Jo bahadur hai Hazrat BiBi Zainab ki tarha …
Jo jub Paak hai tu Hazrat BiBi Mariam hai
Jub Masoom hai tu Hazrat BiBi Fatima (s.a.) hai
Jo Qabile-Tazeem hai Hazrat BiBi Khadija ki tarha
Haan .....Aurat … Jiss ki Wajah se
Hum Murd… MURD hain, ….We r MAN due to WOMAN...We are identified as MAN as there
is an existance of WOMAN also.
Jo majboor bhi hai…be-bus bhi… magar Qurbaani ke samunder hai…She is a Sea
of
sacrifice.
However dull a woman may be , she will understand all there is in love, however
intelligent a man may be he will never know but half of it" .
........As a daughter she is a reason for her parents to be a proud of. And nothing is
dearer than a woman when she becomes daughter .
As a sister, she is a reason of respect and innocence for whole of the family
As a wife she Makes any "House" a real "Home"
And …..oh …what to say…. As a mother !..
As a Mother she becomes superior to
every thing else…even if…if..if its Heaven… what to say now… Heaven ,
paradise is under the feet of the Woman when she becomes Mother.
And…. After all Man can never be equal even to paradise.
So….WOMAN is superior to MAN when she becomes mother , for every day, for every week,
every month, year, … as a mother, SHE is superior to HIM in every century, not just
for 21st Century…but forever… that’s all I had to say !"
Saying this… he turned away from his place , and began to walk towards his way out
side.
But this time , his steps were slow, short, like a tired person, his temples were burning.
After few moments he heard voice of the president , he was announcing the
result…final result…
His voice sounded to Daniyal like it was coming from thousands of miles away.
President was saying !
" As Mister Daniyal has broken the
rules of the competition by supporting the opinion of opposite party, judges have taken
his name back from the winning position . So, automatically, naturally and as a matter of
fact , now the winner is Miss Kenza Shaheryaar !"
Now again was the sound of clapping, specially the vistors from Lahore and Lums stood up
at their seats.
More than four hundred students of LUMS there, began to scream her name in chorus
.."Kenza…Kenza… !!! While remaining more than six hundred other people
were sitting there in shock .
"Now I would request to the
honorable Chief guest, Chief Minister, that please give the Inter university Ttophy to
Miss Kenza Shaheryaar " President
's voice was nerve breaking.
At the sound of her name, Daniyal, who was almost out of the auditorium, s topped at the
silhouette of the main door , his head involuntarily turned back towards the stage. There
she was.
Kenza was receiving a big golden trophy .
That Moment !
Every person's eyes were on Kenza,
receiving her trophy,
And Kenza's eyes moved towards him .
And not any of the hundreds of people there except Kenza, saw, Daniyal.
While giving smile to the minister, she saw Daniyal's right hand moved upwards just like
in slow motion, one of his finger wiped something away from his left eye.
And suddenly in a flash , he was out of the the auditorium !
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Shaheera inserted the key in the front door of her black suzuki vitara and after getting
in, invited remaining three of her friends in the jeep.
"WOW… what a victory
..." maira said looking directly
into Kenza's kishmishi eyes.
But when shaheera and sanam looked towards Kenza , they got strongest shock of their
lives. Kenza was crying soundlessly .
"Whaaaaaaaaat??? What does it mean
? are you mad?? you crazy gal ." Maira
asked,
her voice was unbelievably loud with emotion.
Kenza never replied. She was sitting on the seat adjacent to the the Shaheera's driving
seat, she made her seat bent backwards, to take more relaxed position, then she placed
back of her head on the seat and closed her eyes. There was someone hidden deep somewhere
in her, who was continously saying only one sentence again and again ....
"However dull a woman may be , she will understand all there is in love,"
Shaheera started the Vitara, and they got out from the Pearl Continental's
compound .
There was a ride of few minutes , then Maira broke the silence..
"As they say world is full of
stupids , so there one he was ... poor guy. He was trying to
impress female audience by saying love stuff …hahaha"
Kenza was silent. Her right hand was playing with deebeer's diamond encased golden locket
in front of her creamy neck. Her eyes were still closed.
All three were silent as the powerful car swallowed the miles with its throaty purr.
"Shaheera where is your home
here in karachi?"
" Bath-Islands"
"wow….. if I know correctly
that’s the most expensive and luxurious locality of entire
Asia..." Maira gasped !
"Hey you status crazed gal
…don’t you ever stop?"
Sanam slapped maira lightly on her
head.
"So you are taking us to your home
?" sanam asked .
"Well as matter of fact
yes…but right now we are on our way towards Lal-Qila"
"Hurrey …that’s cool shaheera..I love Lal Qila's traditional atmosphere and
those spicy dishes..yummmyy…that’s the nicest way to celebrate kenza's victory
"
Maira said in an excited tone.
"yes… that’s nice place
to celebrate but we are not celebrating Kenza's victory"
Shaheera said, turning the Jeep towards the main road.
"Then ??? " Both Maira and sanam were curious to asked the
question simultaneously.
" Ladies …we are going there
to celebrate Kenza's first love "
Shaheera replied smiling .
Unable to speech , immobilized , both of them watched Kenza , in sheer surprise and
shock.
Kenza turned her head away from them , still silent , they didn't miss the chance to see a
brief glance of first love -blush of exclusive femininity on her face.
"Oh my Gods can't believe
it…that’s not Kenza…she is blushing like a school gal"..well I always
knew it as they say "Pyar tu Hona Hi Tha " maira's astonished voice interpreted others feelings too.
"her blush is the most natural
salient feature of woman's expressions , it’s a color of virtue… when a girl
ceases to blush it mean she has lost the most powerful charm of her beauty ". Shaheera said , stopping the jeep in front of Lal
Qila.
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" Oh Abboo please try to
understand I'm not ready to marry yet. It's a big responsibility, I'm still just
twenty-four" Daniyal replied,
frustrated, confused.
" This is an ideal age for
marriage, and I won't listen a word now. You remember the last wish of your late mother?
She always wanted to see you as a bridegroom. " His father replied in a thick voice, looking directly at his son's face." you don’t have any responsibility,
as soon as you complete your masters, I would like you to join my firm as a managing
director. So, you don’t have to worry about searching jobs and stuff. "
" But Abboo, I want to enjoy life,
I am........" Daniyal said helplessly .
" I said ….not a word now, " His father cut in sharply. " go to your grand-mother's room now, she was asking about the results
of today's competition . "
" Abboo… can't even I ask who's my future wife ? " Daniyal tried his last attempt.
" Same girl, about whom your grand
mother had told you before, " His
father turned away and sat at the nearby sofa.
" I mean daughter of my business partner.
"
" What ?? but Abboo I don’t
even know her name yet. I never met her, I don’t know her, how's she supposed to be
my life partner? " His temper was losing now.
" Well son don’t you worry
about that. Ofcourse you have seen her, infact just today you had an argument with her,
and your future wife defeated you "
His father said, smiling, taking a Cuba
cigar from the packet and lighting it with a big flame which suddenly emerged from his
golden lighter.
An atom bomb, just near his ears, made him motion less. He felt himself unable to move,
powerless, speechless, nerveless. His mouth fell open, eyes stillon something invisible.
" WHAT ??" He
screamed after regaining all of his power
" You just can't make me marry
that bitch, that..... that rude, crazy, proud, worst woman !!! "
" Hold your tongue Daniyal. Are
you in your senses?? You never talked to me like this. I'm your father, and what's wrong
with her ? She will be okay after the marriage". The elder man said in a thick, firm voice, very sure of himself.
" Abboo, please, you don’t
know, I never hated any one in my life but she is the first person I hate, she is one
artificial sort of woman , who doesn't even know the values of the east and its
traditions. You didn't see how she dresses and even walks. She is a west-crazed girl and
you know how much I care about our eastern traditions and country." Daniyal was trying his every effort to convince his
father .
" If she is that bad, then why did
you let her win? " His father
asked , curious, looking directly into his eyes.
" Well, she… she was
crying, " Unable to look back into
his father's sharp eyes, he lowered his own. " and infact her behavior was insulting for her female gender, she was
insulting whole good woman kind unconsciously, just because she is bad herself,
and… " His glance went back
to him again, his look angrier than ever now." I'm not gonna marry her ever because I hate her. Yes, I have my
own life to spend " He told him
with firm determination.
"Okay …. Spend your own life, whatever the way you like. leave me
alone… you talk about your eastern values, and you just sound like those people who
are born and raised in the west ....…you talk about superiority of mother and you
just didn't seem to pay attention about your mother's last wish..go…get lost…
leave your heart patient father alone forever… being an eldest son, I always thought
that you would try to put some burden of financial crises off from me …. But who
cares about me? Who cares about the the Tongue and word which I have given to Mister
Shaheryaar …that…his daughter is mine now ."
Father'svoice was shaking with emotion now…
"What" ?? what did you two
talk ?"
"Me and Mr. shaheryaar , my
business partner have already talked about this…I agreed to marry her daughter with
You…cuz he was afraid that his step brother is trying to capture his firm by giving
proposal of his son for Kenza" His
father , made himself in sitting position on the sofa, he was looking like a gambler who
has lost the last of the
penny .
Daniyal ….frozen… on his
place….made no sound, no move… then slowly he moved away from his , walked
towards his room, then shutting the door behind him , he almost fell on his bed on his
belly with his shoes on, He put a pillow on his head .
After few minutes there was a knock on the door …." Who;s this ?" He shouted.
" Its me Bhai jaan… I'm
wajahat " That was his
twenty-year-old younger brother's voice.
"Oh get lost from here…why
didn't you people leave me alone…leave me alone
please…let me die" please "
He never smoked before…but for the first time he smoked..and not an ordinary
cigarette, but he chain smoked very hard tobacco. For the first time in his life…
polluting the air of his room with the smoke which didn't contain just nicotine , but his
feelings , thoughts and dreams also.… For whole of the night ,he didn't sleep….
In the morning, he called his Younger brother in his room .
"Wajahat …tell abboo that I
have been agreed to his business deed now, ofcourse he has always been a successful
business man , he made it again this time too…. Tell him…. I'm going to fulfill
his business dreams ..I am going to marry that …b-i-t-c…….I am going to
marry that woman …Kenza shaheryaar…. Tum log Shadi ki tayyariyan karo.. "
"See you........you future Mrs. kenza Daniyal " after his brother left, Daniyal talked to himself, clenching his teeths and closing his fists with force .
To Be Continued .......
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