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....MEIN NE SOCHA NA THA
(Part 3)
"Chahey tum Kuch na
kaho…
Mein ne Sun liya ..
Ke saathi Pyaar ka
Mujhey chun liya..
Hmmmmm …
Pehla nasha , pehla khumaar ,
Naya Pyar hai naya Intezaar …”
Both , Maira and Shaheera were singing, with a teasing smile on
their lips, while applying Mehndi and Ubtan on the hands, wrists
and forearms, legs and feet of Kenza.
“ Hey you
two… specially you Maira..if you are not gonna stop, them
I'm going to teaseyou too..about that guy “Jazib
“..hehehe…"
Kenza teased her , while winking at her at the same time
playfuly.
Today was the “Maanjha
“ of Kenza.
"A
"Jamaican Black" yes that’s what I think of Jazib
due to his actions and
behavior… he just doesn’t look like Daniyal's friend
.hehehehe"
. Maira said , with a laughter, applying “Ubtan” on the
wrists and forearms of Kenza.
" Maira behave yourself… if he tried to introduce
himself to you at the competition, that doesn’t mean that
his actions are those bad."
Shaheera said, trying to make a helpless and useless attempt to
stop Maira.
"
Hahaha…you just didn’t notice, how cheaply he was
staring towards me all the time,
infact as after the ceremony that guy Jazib came and said…
"Aap ki shadi ho gai? "
hahaha…poor guy…those notorious, third class typical
flirtatious acts to impress gals
..well I'm worried that how am I going to face that guy on
Kenza's marriage next week....
well he just doesn’t deserve to have a nice friend like
Daniyal "
Maira said, smiling meaningfully ,teasingly , while looking at
the Kenza , who was sitting next to them , in typical classical, dim-Yellow
“Mayoon”
outfit.
"Kenza I just
cant believe , that you are going to be married even before me
..I mean itsso soon for a woman like you ..though your twenty
three year old but you always wanted to be career woman.....
right?? you never thought about marriage “ …" Shaheera said ,observing Kenza with a
detail, astonished.
“
Yes…tell me Shaheera its not a dream…. I never thought
that one’s wish can be true
so fastly and willingly without any obstruction ..its just like
dream…. Just One week
before we were competing against each other , and then the next
day , Dad told me that we are going to be married… well
well..its just like dream.But a true dream… I don’t
remember that I have been so happy in my life like I am
today….. well… you were right Shaheera..Love can change
any person at any time…in no time at all …am I the same
kenza? "
Kenza was saying , with a sweet smile, her eyes were moving like
that she is still watching some fantastic dream.
“ Yes…you
are the same Kenza…. But now you know what is Love…and
that makes a big difference you know “
Shaheera assured her , watching her with gladness … She was
happy herself too…it was
her Best friend’s marriage after all.
"Well now I know that why people say that "True love is
like ghosts, which every body
talks about and few have seen"
Kenza told them…with a proud.
“But
kenza..you know it’s the first Love which I have ever heard,
or saw in which the
lovers were supposed to be entirely opposite and against each
other.”
Maira said, curious.
“Yes…. I
wonder myself too… You know when we were arguing, we were
just like North
pole and south pole, or like water and fire, or you can say like
sky and earth…and I still
wonder how come these things can meet or what makes these
entirely opposite things to
meet with each other"
Kenza said, thinking,.....it was just like she was speaking to
herself.
"Well..I tell
you what connects north pole and south pole and sky and earth to
each
other….. A bridge…. Yes.. a big bridge of
love…..which should be strong enough to
compensate the traffic of situations and conditions …and
like other bridges , surely it has
twists and turns of life too, but if its strong enough, it will
always keep these lovers
connected to each other ." Shaheera said, with determination and
confidence.
" Wow
…you should be a philosopher shaheera " Maira said, impressed.
"Infact, I see
all the typical identifications and marks of "True
Love" on kenza's whole
being, , her body , her nature ,behaviors and every thing…
her accent has changed, she
talks so soberly and slowly now, but I would like to ask that how
came she accepted the
Trophy of a victory when it was obvious to every one there that
Daniyal willingly did let her win..I mean isn’t weird for a
gal , with so inflexible non-bending nature ?? Shaheera asked.
"Well…
The way he was telling the things..well..i don’t have words,
but ….. he was so
sure about himself… and yes…though he is a
“Man”, but first time he did let me
recognize myself as true “Woman” and yes…above all
..oh yess… he made me fall in love …Love…about
which I always
thought as some kindaa disease… but ..it..it just
happened… He told me… the power of
Love..and its relation with the woman… and now I know that
‘Woman's power is hidden in her Love” If she has real
love…or if she loves someone truly…then this power of
real love can do wonders and miracles… for her ..She can win
any war , and can defeat any one… after all …
"However dull a woman may be , she will understand all there
is in love,"
Kenza was talking like she was in trance ..
“Wow” both Shaheera and Maira said….
Amazed, surprised and impressed too.
“Any
way…be quick…now ....as...." Shaheera said to maira ….
Making fabulous designs on the palms of Kenza with the Mehndi.
"...things are
just about to begin"
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“Arey baba
Kissi ne mera Paandaan dekha hai ? "
Daniyal`s grand mother said, looking towards them…
They were all present in the T.V lounge …. Daniyal, his
younger brother Wajahat and
their only one, youngest 17 yr old sister… Rida !
“
hahaha…Dadi jaan aap ki nazar Kumzor hai " Wajahat was very naughty.
“hey
Larkey…khabardaar jo jo kuch kaha "
turned towards them , and gave him a warning.
“ Oh sorry I
forgot… abhi tu aap “Jawan” hain …Dadi
“Jaan” ..haha… "
Wajahat said, laughing.
“ oh merey
Khudaya… budtameez…abhi batati hoon tujhey "
Their grand mother , rushed towards him, but he was very fast to
find his place behind
Daniyal who was sitting on the sofa, reading a magazine.
“ Oh Dadi
jaan… you know how he teases you always....yeh jaan boojh
kur pareshaan
karta hai aap ko …” Daniyal said smiling!
“ Sirf tumhari
wajah se maaf karti hoon mein issey "
She said , turning away from them .
“Oh aaj buhut
se kaam hain… “ bari” Ke jorey bhi bhejney hain
..Larki walon ke yahaan"
She was worried that they had to do so much in a very short time
.
“Oh Daniyal
bhai you know , Dadi jaan has already selected 50 suits for Kenza
bhabhi , and she is still looking to find some more " Rida said…Excited .
“ Oh …
I'm so excited … and I have made all the arrangements for
the “Rutjaga” on the
night before the marriage …a very cool” Qawwali
party”
Wajahat was excited too.
“ I see and
what are you planning to do Rida?” Daniyal asked, looking towards her
sister.
“Well bhai
jaan, me and my friends have already planned a “Stick
Dance” on the Day of
the Mehndi, on the song” Iqraar karna Mushkil hai "
Rida was just as excited and happy ..after all this was marriage
of their dear elder brother.
“Oh u cheater
“ It was me who planned to dance first..any way , now I will
dance on
“Rutjaga”Night.But I would dance on cool bhangra score
of Daler Mehndi… that “ Sade
Dil te Churiyaan Chulaaiyaan "
Wajahat was never going to remain behind his sister.
As soon as their grandmother left the Lounge.. Daniyal called his
brother and sister.
“ Wajahat !!
Rida… come here …yes…and sit.”
They both came near him… a little scared.
“Sit here
…he tapped on either of the arms of the Sofa on which he was
sitting.
And when they both sat there.." listen carefully what am I
saying…”
He slid his arms around both of them.
“Wajahat.. you
are three year older than Rida, you must be a reponsible person
now”
Daniyal said…caressing his head softly …..
"well I do
know that you tease Dadi with in limits and even she herself
enjoys it ..but as you know… when our mother died Forteen
years ago , I was ten , and you was six , while
Rida was just three.....
Since then…our grand mother has been our mother too…
the purpose of telling you all this is just cuz now I want to see
you as a brave responsible guy … I don’t know about my
future plans yet, but very soon I am deciding about the Business.
So promise me….If any
Responsibility comes on your shoulders, you will never give
up..Promise me Wajahat …. "
They both were staring in their elder brother’s eyes…
which were filled with tears.
“I promise you
bhai jaan "
Wajahat said… Holding his brother’s warm hand in his
hands .
“ Shahbaash
…. Behen aur Daadi jaan ka humesha khayal rakha karo ..okay
“ ? Daniyal
said..now smiling.
“And
you..naughty gal… Chhuttki … tum bhi bhai ko tung mut
kiya karo ziyada ..acha ?"
Daniyal said, combing thru hairs of Rida, by his artistic
fingers.
“Hehehehehe….” She giggled.
“Oh bhai
jaan..I bet you ..she is going to bother and torture Kenza
bhabhi, more than any
one else in the world” Wajahat
said..clenching his teeth..
“ Really
?....".
Daniyal said.... looking lovingly towards both of them .
"Lets see
"
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And then it all happened so fast …so rapidly…. So
soon… Maanjha, then Mehndi, and
then today was their marriage… and even marriage too…
it happened to be looked so fast for both Daniyal and kenza
…
First arrival of Baraat , then Nikaah …. Then all the
traditions…In “Joota Churaai” , as
Kenza was the only offspring of her parents , so Shaheera had to
steel the Daniyals,
shoes… and she did it perfectly…
And now Sanam , Shaheera and Maira were demanding a huge money ..
“ No janab
… you are our only Doolha bhai yet and you are one miser
doolha bhai
..hehehe !we wont accept any thing less than Ten thousands bucks
..haha”
They said laughing .........
and finally he had to give them the required money.
Then during the “Aarsi-Mus-haf” , it was the third time
in their life when both of their eyes met..again collision of
same eyes… though not directly this time…...but instead
through a mirror.
After wards…. He was writing “Qul-ho-Wallah” on
Kenza,s forehead , with a trembling
index finger of his right hand.
“ Bhai jaan
….please ..would you just Slid your arm around Kenza bhabhi
…so this snap would be more cool and memorable… I Mean
you two make a good couple..prove it in snap too
.....Please…..”
Wajahat requested… in front of them , with Camera in his
hands.
And Daniyal gave him an angry look.
“Oh come on
…Daniyal …just do it.. she will not slap you yaar..she
is your wife now”
Jazib's sentence made them all burst into laughter .
And then during “Rukhsati ” while sitting on the
backseat of the car, next to Kenza, who
was his wife now, he, for the first time, smelt the heavy ultra
feminine perfumed fragrance which was emitting from his
bride… it made him uneasy.
And then while Kenza was stepping outside the Wedding-car, she
heard her sister-in-law
singing with her friends ..
“Ghur Mein
humarey Aai Dulhan
“Sakhi Phool bursaao “
At that moment she really felt that there was raining of flowers
and fragrance around her
…around him… around both of them…She felt so
contented and glad..
Perhaps I am the luckiest woman of the
world, while entering the House,with the
huge rush colorful rush of figures around, she thought.
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Kenza took a brief look of the room , which was her room now.
Rida and her friends helped Kenza to sit on the bed in classical
bridal style, with her
golden bangles and braclets filled forearms around her knees and
making the front part of her “Ghoonghut “ slighlty bent
, which hided her upper face upto her nose .
“Arey
larkiyon, raat ke do buj rahey hain…. Chalo niklo kamrey se
shabaash” Dadi
jaan
said !
And whispering small words in Kenza,s ears and teasing her,
finally they all left the room.
The room was empty now, with Huge double bed in the center, on
the middle which , there
sat Kenza …The ghoonghut of red typical eastern bridal
outfit was covering her whole
head, upto the forehead.
Her head slightly bent forward… and she was waiting , for
the prince of her dreams to
come…waiting….. it was the most unique waiting of her
whole life..yet she was anxious to
see the First man of her life as a husband , and at the same
time, feeling little shy and
uncomfortable too.
At last the sounds of footsteps began, he was approaching.
…….Daniyal….. man of her
dreams, Who let her introduced for the first time, what love is
all about.
Then …. She heard the door of the room opened…which
automatically made her head
bend more downwards, due to the weight of natural shyness. She
was not believing
herself… was that the same kenza, who used to laugh on the
shy people, giving them
names and calling those gals as old fashioned.
Yes shaheera was right, Love has the power to change every thing
in no time…at any time.
Then she heard slight sound of the door closure .
As soon as Daniyal entered the room, she smelt, heavy fragrance
of masculine perfume ,
”Obsession…. mixed with fragrance
of Brut aftershave and Denim body spray,
she
thought .
She had always been a fetishist for perfumes , even for male
perfumes too and used to identify the name of a perfume just by
its fragrance.
Her heart beat was so fast, that she could clearly heard the
beats. Moments
passed.Then after entering the room , he shut the door behind him
, lightly.
She waited for him, to hear his voice, the same soft, a bit heavy
yet manly voice, which she
had heard in Competition.
Yet silence…..
Perhaps he is thinking something.
She tried to guess, never raising her head even
slightly.
I will tell him tonite..that You are my
first love and last too… and You are the one , who
made me to realize about myself, my feelings, maturity…. You
are great…Daniyal…I
would always Love You..... that’s a promise…
Kenza thought.
And then…. She heard the sounds of making an entrance with
in Rose strands , which
were surrounding their flower bed all around.
At last he made himself comfortable on the bed… in front of
Kenza ….
Kenza's neck was aching now…….As it has been in a
continous bending like position.
….
At last he broke the silence…his voice… like a whisper,
which brought warm intensity in
the cold A.C cooled atmosphere of the room.
“Kenza " he said lightly.
Oh she never thought , her name would sound so good, when he
would say her name…now she realized that she always wanted
unconsciously to hear her name from his mouth… his voice was
so sweet for her.
“Kenza….
listen …..I have to tell you something… "
She wondered what he was going to say now….
Sher? Or some great love words… she thought and smiled…
What ever you will say Daniyal…. I would take those words as
the best
gift of our wedding night from you. You are mine now and this
feeling is so
strong. Her heart was speaking to her like its own accord.
“well..I have
to be honest with myself…and with You too…..Our
marriage….. our
marriage….. is…. Is.. just like a business deal or pact
…. Nothing more than that….it was a wish of our
fathers …I mean yours and mine… otherwise I could never
think of you as my bride.
We are entirely different from each other in every aspect,
spiritually , internally, in
natures, behaviors, thinking, extent of thinking, even by social
and some religious values. I never like artificial mod woman like
You….a fashionable woman, who is always in love with
herself….
.........and I know you are not gonna change ever…you just
cant change..your brought up was
in this way that you are so rude and proud of yourself …I
tell you , I never hated anyone
in my whole life, but you are the first and perhaps the last whom
I hate..I Hate you
kenza… what do you think?
Huh? Though you won
that competition, but you wont be capable to win my heart
ever……”
He was saying, like he was speaking to himself, never caring
about the slightly
trembling living creature beside him on the bed. His wife, Kenza,
a one-night bride.
“
well….even I don’t like the way you dress, the way you
talk , your accent, your styles,
so how are we supposed to spend our whole lives with each other
?” he laughed
, without potential, a vacuum laughter.
“Any
way…as it’s a tradition , so I am giving a “Moonh
dikhaai “ to You….” Saying
this, he took hold the corners of her Ghoonghut, and then , with
a fast motion, he turned it back from her head, baring her head,
facing her face , for the first time as his bride.
But !!!
Instead of looking
into the face of a new bride, what he saw there,
a face of a fresh widow, expressionless face, her eyes were
staring in space, lips tightly
closed, even inspite of heavy bridal make up, her face seemed to
be whitish, like someone
has extracted blood from her face.
“Even your
these bob-cut above-shoulder hairs, unfeminine. I hate these
hairs
of yours”he
laughed with a tone of satire.
“Any way
….. this is your “MoonhDikhaai” present…
it’s a diamond ring…father told me to give you this..
Otherwise there was no need for this too "
“ well…if
you want divorce.. you are welcome… if you want to save your
father,s reputation ,
then you can live here pretending to be my real wife…but
sorry. I wont be able to give you physical rights of a bride cuz
I hate to be with you ….I am not hungry for woman's
body.........and I married you just because of my father`s
wish…but from now on I will live according to myown accord,
my own wishes. Next week , I’m leaving for London, I have
told father that I have to settle our business there, and due to
some reasons , its better that if Kenza live here in
Pakistan.Well if you think of yourself as a daughter in law of
this family , then this house is yours ,whenever you will need
any money or stuff, you can take without hesitation.”
"And now , I
have to sleep, its almost three a.m now, well…. you can
sleep on the bed.....I
will be comfortable on the Sofa…goodnight…sweet
dreams”
Saying this , he moved away , and walked a short distance towards
heavy Sofa, and after
taking off his shoes and socks, he made himself in straight lying
down position on the sofa, turning his back on Kenza, and putting
a blanket to cover his body
And Kenza....
Not a single tear in her eyes, as tears need emotions , feelings
and consciousness, but she was unconscious, senseless,
emotionless.
Not a word from her mouth. As words need power of speech and to
speak and she
was speechless.
The first thing which came to her mind after a long time, was a
sher
of Parveen shakir.
Mein woh larki hoon
Jisey Pehli raat …..
Koi Ghoonghut utha kur yeh keh de !!!
Ke mera sub kuch tera hai …….
DIL ke Siwa
Slowly , she stood up with trembling feet, shivering body. She
tried her best ,
and applied her full force to reach in front of dressing table.
She was almost like a forceless
human, who had to lift her own body to move. With shaking hands ,
she began to take off
her ear rings, then her brace lets, then her necklace , finally
she took off all of her Jewelry leaving one thing only.
Then she entered
the wash room , and bending her face into wash basin , she began
to
wash her face, as soon as outside-water met with her eyes, her
inside-water found its way
to flow, water was every where sharing its part with her tears
too. She cried, sobbed uncontrollably, this was her “Wedding
Night”
Thats how Dreams come true??? She
asked to herself...
After crying for about half an hour , she changed into a casual
dress , then enetered into
her Wedding room , again.
There he was, sleeping on the Sofa, under the
blanket….Careless about everyone except
himself…..
She almost fell on the Double bed. Tears were still running from
her eyes, but
soundlessly now.
“Oh kenza.....you have cried so much in
last few days” She asked to
herself. Is it Love??
No…..hmmm but....but yes.... it’s
a part of Love…. Part of life. Somebody
whispered silently deep with
in her.
You just don’t know the power of love
wait and see. Have patience…you can do every thing if you
have the power of real love” Some
strange voice was continously whispering to her.
And then talking and whispering to herself , she finally drifted
off to sleep. But before
sleep, she didn’t forget to kiss the last jewelry which she
was still swearing. The same
diamond ring, which Daniyal had just given her and now that ring
was present on the ring finger of
her right hand.
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Two hours later, Daniyal woke up from the sleep, though it was a
cool atmosphere
inside the room due to A.C, but he was thirsty. His throat was
feeling like it had thorns
inside.
He put the blanket away , and moved towards the fridge. While
drinking the ice-cold water, his glance unwillingly moved towards
the sleeping figure on the bed and the site freezed him. The
sight which was in front of his eyes in the dim zero-power green
light of his room .
There she was. Kenza, sound asleep with marks of tears on her
cheeks, her hairs were
scattered, her breathing wa slow. It was so cold inside the room
and yet she was without any
blanket or even a sheet over her ..
For some time, Daniyal hated himself for that….
You animal , damn you , you say you are a
man?? And there she is one woman , lying in the
cold without any blanket on , and you are sleeping deliciously
with your blanket some body whispered
inside him.
He looked towards the sofa, there was only one blanket in the
room. And then deciding
something, he took the his blanket , then , making no voice, he
spread the blanket
over Kenza.
He returned back to sofa, and while lying, he placed his right
forearm over his eyes.
“I wish , you could become close to my
ideal…. Kenza …but I know you cant " . It
was the last thought that came his mind before sleep !
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Days passed by , then months, years. Daniyal was now living in
London. He
had opened branch of his father’s firm there and now he was
a complete successful
business man . Even his entire personality had become changed
now. The smile which
had been always typical mark of identification of him , had now
been replaced by a mature , sober face expression. He was twenty
eight now, but he looked slightly more older.
Today was a sunday. He made coffee and began to read the
newspaper.
“Oh ....same boring typical news “
He thought , keeping the newspaper away.
“Life… "
he sighed. “Life has become so same and
usual… no change at all…” He
talked with himself.
His thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of telephone bell.
“ Yes…
Daniyal here "
“Guess friend
...who am I?
“Well you sure
do sound familiar to me…..hmmmmmm ...Oh
yessssssssssssssss….
Raza….. how
are you friend.....its been four years since we met... right?
…how are you
doing ?” Daniyal's
voice was loud with emotion and excitement
“ Take a
breath friend…. I will answer all of your questions , once
we meet , but right now I
am inviting you at
my marriage , and you have to come here in Pakistan, otherwise
this would be our last talk as friends "
There was a teasing warning in his friend's tone.
“
Cooooooool…congratulations friend…hahahaha......no more
threats ..of course I will
come.....but when "? Daniyal
smiled.
“ Well just
after two days , there is a mehndi and shadi would be on the next
day of
mehndi.”
“Well ….
Inshallah I will come friend… infact I was really looking
forward for a change “
Daniyal said
“ But Daniyal
…yaar... what about bhabhi? I mean your wife ?? I remember
things were not going right for you two ??
“Forget that
…I have almost closed that chapter… I’m still
married legally and religiously, but we never talk , never meet ,
I didn’t see Kenza for the past four years , actually , I
left just after marriage…I asked that if she wants divorce
..but she refused ..she still lives in my father' s house with my
family …..well you can say we both have found our ways to
spend our lives finally. My younger brother told me that she
keeps herself busy now, teaching in school of special kids and I
am busy here too….so.....that’s how we are spending our
lives….and we will spend the remaining life in the same
way…that’s all for now”. Daniyal said all this in one breath.
“Oh daniyal..I
really feel bad for you… but any way…see you inshallah
after two days at
mehndi....bye friend..Allah hafiz..I would wait for you "
“Ok
friend..ofcourse I would comeand dont tell to my family about me
being in karachi ...
..ALLAH HAFIZ”
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The big Plane landed at Quaid-e-Azam international Air port ,
Karachi.,
Directly from the plane, all passengers entered into the
Passenger lounge of Jinnah
terminal through a tunnel.
Among passengers, Daniyal was also present…. Wearing Navy
blue two piece Suit with
black printed tie.
His pure black hairs were firmly fixed over his broad forehead,
with a small hand-carry in
his right hand, and there were also very thin -golden framed
glasses over his nose,
making his personality more sober and mature …a bit older
too.
He picked up a cab….. and then he was on his way towards
Defense karachi…, towards
his friend`s house
As soon he arrived on the address….. he saw a big beautiful
house , on about thousand yards …with lightening every
where…house , itself was looking like a beautiful bride.
“Cool “ he
gasped...and then , there were all of them ,at the main gate,
wishing him a warm welcome his friend Raza,his friend’s
younger sister and his parents.
He hugged his friend , and greeted them , then they all went
inside in the house…
“Daniyal
…not a word now..just take this Shilwar Qameez suit and go
for a shower …Larki waley aatey hi hongey …chalo jaldi
..shabaash !”
Raza said , giving him a light brownish Golden Raw silk shilwar
Qameez suit , with a pair
of Peshawari sandles.
“What? Yaar I
didn’t wear Shilwar Qameez for so long… please no”
Daniyal said , protestingly.
“I said
….not a word now… My future Bride’s relatives are
just about to come in few
minutes…Kiyon budnaam karaao gey yaar ….. I have to
prepare myself too…I am
bridegroom yaar…please for the sake of me ..Now get lost
"
Raza said..laughingly, pushing Daniyal towards the Bathroom.
After half an hour , when Daniyal opened the bathroom door., Raza
was there again , but
only got dressed, too, in his bride groom,s out fit too .
“Wow..yaar…its
You who is looking bridegroom..not me “ Raza told him, smiling..
“Well...you
are really a Pakistani prince charming “ Raza said impressed.
“You forgot to
say proud Pakistani “ Daniyal
said , smiling ..
“Of course
friend ..well you look really great " Raza said...
"any
way….. lets go to the Lawn, seats have been arranged
there” Raza
said , taking his
hand and guiding him towards the large lawn of the house.
“Great !!
" Daniyal
said…. As he saw the Mehndi arrangements in the
Lawn…"its great
yaar..really fantastic…”
There were many round tables every where in the lawn , with the
seats around them , and
big umbrellas over each table encasing heavy light bulbs…
and in the center of the Lawn
there was a stage , having musical instruments , about which raza
told him that on this
stage, musical competition between bride’s party and
bridegroom’s party was going to
happen…
“Iss stage pur
Larkey walon aur Larki walon ke durmiyaan zabardast songs ka
muqabla ho gaa ..hahaha..I mean Intakshari”. Raza told him… excited .
“…well
that’s is the business of young generation but this is a
perfect arrangement for
any wedding party”.
Daniyal said, carefully observing every detail of the
environment.
“Well please
make yourself comfortable… they are calling me friend…
as you know the
whole load and weight of the party would be on me …humehsa
bechara doolha hi phunsta
hai "
Raza said , smiling.
“Oh no problem
..have fun yaar… I have learnt to to live lonely being
always alone…”
He said with a sad smile.
And then as soon as Raza left him, he heard the whistles, typical
noises and happy
screams indicating the Arrival of The Bride’s relatives.
“Oh these
wedding bells make me scared now” He thought, making his way towards a
comparatively quite portion of the lawn, but soon he realized,
that this part of the lawn
was more close to the entrance from which the guests were just
about to come…just as he was turning from there,he saw
playing kids, smiling gals with the dishes of “Mehndi” in their hands and happy ladies and
talking men entering in his friend’s house..
There were burning candles in the hands of the smiling and
laughing gals…. Their faces
were shining in the lights of those candles
they were all from his friend’s bride-to-be`s side.
He watched them with happiness , happy at his friend marriage but
grieved at the same
time too , remembering his Mehndi also.
That was just like this . He
thought, and then after a long sigh, he finally turned away from
the cheerful crowd, in search of some silent and lonely place
just like his heart .
But….
Just then he heard scream of his friend’s Younger sister.
“DANIYAL Bhai
...please …help us, somebody has caught fire in the
cloths.”
Samira
screamed …she was so nervous at that time…. Daniyal
thought she was just going to have an heart attack right then.
“whaaat?? How
did it happen"
At first he, himself, got confused .
“ …
Accidently…Candles,,, fell ….yess… Daani
bhai….. please….. you are the most near
person…hurry up”
She screamed, crying now.
And suddenly, coming out of the sudden shock, he threw The Green
tea cup away, which he was drinking .
He ran towards them…using full force of his body…his
muscles tensing…contracting,
as soon as he came closer.
He saw that all the men were still a far distance behind the
gals… His breath became fast
just like his running steps.
Blood was rushing in his veins like a stream.
And then he saw …. A figure , wearing red Gharara and Jumper
…just in the middle ….
between the screaming gals and ladies. She was sitting like she
hasn’t any care about the
Fire …which was in her dooptta only right then , but the
fire was spreading fastly towards
the rest of her cloths….
Her Long hairs had been scattered all over on her upper body,
covering her face
completely.
Her face was down between her knees.
Raza's sister and other woman there , were making weak, useless
efforts to extinguish the fire in her Dupatta .
At first he didn’t knew what to do, and then , with in
thousands of seconds , He saw a big
water tank there , filled completely with cold water for drinking
purposes..
And then , perhaps for the first time , using all of his power ,
strength of every muscle of
his strong body....
He lifted the heavy, big water tank,on his hands and then….
Emptied it all ,over the
trembling girl .
Water was more than enough , to extinguish the fire, completely.
All woman and gals sobbing and crying now. All the men were also
near them now, after
hearing the noises. They all had been gathered together, and
between them , that girl was sitting in the same position and
condition like she was before..her head was still hidden between
her knees .
“Oh daniyal
bhai, you just saved her "Raza's sister said, with tears of
thankfulness in her eyes.
“Hey …
are you mad ? you just did suicide you know? Instead of making an
attempt, you
were actually welcoming the fire” you crazy gal”
Daniyal said loudly , staring at the shaking figure , his voice
bursting with anger .
Still no answer.
And then , he realized, She was crying.
He sat down beside her,
"Oh..I'm
sorry… its gone now..calm down. please…its no fire any
where now..don’t cry
please…
We shouldn’t cry and ruin one’s marriage or wedding
party...marriage means happiness..."
As soon as he finished this sentence, Girl raised her head , and
looked directly into his
eyes which were only inches away from hers now.
An electric Shock of millions of volts ran through daniyal,s
whole body, disturbing his
balance.
“Oh
God…those eyes… Same brown-green eyes…. now
bordered by black Kajal …With
tears inside …"
How could he ever forget these eyes.
These eyes …which always used to make him disturb. Even in
his dreams…
Her whole body, now wet with the cold water , water drops clung
to her long hairs like true pearls… and tiny drops of water
and sweat over all of her face , and her slightly parted lips
trembling.
Of course …She was none other Kenza.
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