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....MEIN NE SOCHA NA THA
(Magar Chaand Raat Ko ....)
At first Daniyal
thought that this girl couldn`t be Kenza… This girl had
almost entirely
different looks.
Unlike Kenza’s short bob-cut hairs ,
this girl had long hairs almost touching her waist…all wet ,
packed into wet strands due to the water Daniyal had sprayed upon
her to extinguish the fire.
As far as he knew Kenza always wore tight fitting , sleeveless or
quarter sleeves , modern outfits … and boyish things.
But this girl was wearing a red Jumper with Gharara...a pure
eastern, feminine outfit.
He always saw Kenza’s eyelashes fully open , upward, proud
never caring to bend down.
But this girl’s eyelashes were partially covering her eyes,
never daring to look
upward,eyelashes…falling …moving upwards only to bend
down again.
He always thought of Kenza who didn’t know any thing about
blushing or shyness.
But this girl was looking like a whole pure mass of shyness,
Blushing. Her complexion wasjust like ..like when somebody drops
few drops of red color in full glass of milk....sort of pink.
Blushing pink. A pure and original color of femininity.
“
Lets move on ..every thing is okay now… please people take
your seats…..it was just a little accident”
Raza’s voice took Daniyal back into the present time.
Gradually all the people began to spread towards the Lawn, where
their tables and seats were placed.
And the previously lost wedding atmosphere was slowly returning
now . Musicians had
began to play the instrumentals.
Now there were only four people on that spot away from the main
sittings …She, Daniyal ,Raza’s mother and his sister
Samira .
“
Samira please lets help her to change this all wet
dress…don’t worry daughter …. Its all okay
now… don’t take it hard… inshallah you are safe
now… that’s fire was all an
accident "
Raza’s mother voice soothed and comforted her .
“ Now
please standup…. Don’t be scared.. shabaash..chalo
baiti… Aao ! Samira would help you to change your dress ,
She has lots of new dresses you can wear any one , just
have fun, you still have whole party of Mehndi to enjoy..Utho
shabaash ”
Raza’s mother was like a shelter for her.
She looked upwards towards them …and then hesitatingly at
first and then… gradually she began to stand ….
But still she couldn’t …instead she looked towards
Daniyal helplessly with some thing in her eyes.
And then…Daniyal understanding her message turned away from
her . He understood her
message …She was all wet and her dress stuck and clung to
her figure , that’s why she
was not wanting to stand in front of Daniyal.
Atlast , Daniyal walked a few distance towards Raza, who was
giving orders to waiters
there.
Oh God…this is not Kenza… or was
she ?? Thoughts were spreading in his mind
like smoke.
“Raza
!! Who was she ? “His heart was beating fast.
In answer Raza laughed."Friend…don’t betray
yourself…ofcourse you know her … She was your wife
…Kenza Daniyal "
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“ How
come she is here ?” After long moments of silence Daniyal asked
,regaining power to speak finally.
“ Oh
come on yaar… don’t be so innocent” Raza smiled .
“
Raza…don’t let me get mad on you..seriously I
don’t know how came she here “ Daniyal said.
“
Ooohhhh ..well… you forgot… her best friend Shaheera is
my Bride”
a long sigh escaped from Daniyal`s lungs . “I see…...what a
co-incidence “
“Any
way…lets meet with my friends “ Raza said taking his hand .
He met with Raza's friends.. shaking hands with them …
Though he was physically present there , but his mind was
somewhere else …. Continuously thinking and wondering about
that Girl. Who was his own Wife.
Constant thoughts entering continuously in his static mind . His
brain felt like a mixture of emotions, feelings
….thinkings… He felt like his brain is going to blow
away from the
depression and anxiety at any second.
“
Raza…. I have to … I have to take some rest… My
head is really aching..may be because as I didn’t take any
rest after long journey “
He said, suddenly holding his forehead with one hand .
“Oh…friend..i
understand… well you can go there at first floor …there
is a guest room ,
you can take some rest there ..and take dispirin also… I
would wait for you as soon as you feel better …Party is just
going to be start..okay there you go ” Raza pointed towards first
floor of his house..meters away from the big lawn of his house.
With unsteady feet , Daniyal rushed towards the House. His was
feeling really dizzy and
heavy headed.
He almost ran away towards the house ,to find some place to calm
himself down.
He began to climb the stairs fast, never caring that he could
fall down in running so
fast..Just exactly when he had to climb the last few upstairs ,
he saw a figure slowly
stepping down towards the downstairs in the same direction, in
which he was stepping up,
she was stepping down.
Oh… She was
wearing royal
blue silky
Kurta and Choori daar
Pajaama , with a black Dupatta making a perfect V over her upper body , making
her very respectful , decent and graceful.
there were matching shiny silver bangles in each of her wrists,
Six bangles in each
wrist…..there were Khussa shoes in her feet,.
Her long, silky, straight, waist-length hairs untied, swaying
lightly as she was moving
downwards slowly.
Daniyal felt like stairs grasped his feet , like someone has
stopped him , he stood there, unable to move, his gaze
transfixed, never leaving the sight before him.
Kenza…. Oh my God..is that my wife..
someone muttered inside him.
Without making an eye contact with him ,with her eyes
continuously bent, finally Kenza crossed Daniyal, to make her way
towards the lawn downstairs.
After few moments , He left his place too ..finally entering into
the guest room , to take some rest.but even there too, his
constant thoughts never leaving his mind for a second.
It was just like somebody pulling him , against his will towards
that Woman… That woman ,whom he always hated…. Now was
before him , in his perfect ideal.Only difference was he was
feeling that she was avoiding him.
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After taking rest for half an hour , he felt that this was not
good to be away from his
friend’s Mehndi party , while staying in his house. He
decided something and again went towards Lawn , downstairs.
There they all were, happy faces, smiling lips,laughing girls,
smiling women, talking men, playing kids…. a flood of lights
and colors, fragrance every where.
He walked towards Raza with weak feet.
“Welcome
back Daniyal… are you feeling better now ?” Raza was worried .
“Well
yes I guess …its okay now” He replied., with a tiredness in
his voice.
“Take
a seat beside us..and enjoy the great music competition between
my and bride’s
party ”Raza
smiled .
And Daniyal took a seat beside Raza and his other friends, they
were all sitting around a big round table now.
And then both the parties comprising mostly of young girls and
boys began to take their positions on the stage . On one corner ,
there were girls and boys from Bride’s side .While exactly
opposite to them, there sat , girls and guys from Raza’s
side .While musical instruments between both of the parties.
They were all excited, looking into each other’s eyes….
And then they all began to shout and yell happily, jokingly on
each other like it normally
happens in Mehndi parties.
“Larki
waley chor hain " one guy from Raza's side screamed loudly ,
laughing , his voice
followed by the same words in chorus by his guy and girl fellows.
“Larkey
waley chor hain " there came an instant balanced chorus reply
from bride’s party.They began to yell on each other like
mad, screams, laughers every where. Every person in the party was
enjoying this typical competition now.
And then after a long session of fighting, finally a guy rose
from Raza,s party and instantly Daniyal recognized him…he
was Jazib….one of his and Raza’s combined friends.
“
Okay ..okay…now time for some real business gals and guys
..lets begin the
competition..well we will sing a song first , then you people
will reply by a song from yourside, but only to begin that song
from that letter at which our song will end ..got it …hey
specially you pinky..shadi ho gai tumhari ?” He laughed pointing towards a
girl in his opposite party wearing a pink dress.
Oh… Daniyal
gasped..She was Maira., another friend of Kenza.
“ Hey
mister. Shut your mouth , mind your own business…by the way
yeh aap ko kiya hota hai mujhey dekh kur “ Maira said … proudly
….smiling.
“
Bata doon kiya hota hai? ..hahaha “ Jazib teased her .
“Why
not..you stupid ..hehehe “ She replied .
“Well….
Kuch Kuch hota hai " and they all burst into a laughter.
“Any
way..here I go…first song from our side…” He stood up again .
“Aahemmm..ahemm
mm “
he cleared his throat … smiling meaninfully.
“
Mehndi laga ke rakhna …
doli saja ke rakhna
leney tujhey O gori ….
Aaiengey terey sajna”
And then his party began to follow him in chorus.
With this song, began a competition of songs between both the
parties .
They sang ..and sang and sang.. sound of music, laughing ,
clapping every where…. Colors every where.
And Daniyal……
While sitting at the table exactly at the front of the stage on
which competition was going
on , He felt himself uneasy, he didn’t pay any attention to
what was going on the stage
between girls and guys…his eyes continuously searching for
Kenza.
Where was she ? he
asked to himself.His heart was feeling a weird sensation for the
first
time in his life....a kinda pleasureable pain, which could only
get relief by watching
Kenza….
And finally in the competition.something happened.
It was a turn of Bride,s party to sing a song..starting from the
letter “A”..they all tried
again and again ..but no song came in their minds ..as they had
already sang dozens of
songs starting fom the letter “A”.
Defeat was obvious now….
Raza’s party began to laugh now…
Jazib began to count….
“Ten
more seconds you sweet ladies and boys….and we would win
hahaha..”
“One….
Two….
Three…”
Now His fellows also
began to count in chorus .
Four
…
Five ..
Six…
Seven…..”
Every eye in the party focused on the two parties on the
stage….enjoying … heart beats became fast …
“Eight
“
Jazib laughed …teasing… smiling .
Just then…. Like a flash … Slowly rising from the back
of the stage…She appeared
…wearing the same royal blue in which Daniyal saw her few moments ago..with
Black dopatta , making a perfect V, with choori daar pajama, her
long hairs swaying with every step she was taking… Her long
earrings shaking , and holding a wireless mic by
both of her hands , her wrists filled completely with silver
bangles and dark black kajal
showcasing her brown green kishmishi eyes.
Gazes transfixed ….ears ready to capture the sound resonance
.
Mouths open…. Hearts throbbing in the rib-cages .
She was pure and complete eastern beauty…to say the least .
Daniyal unaware of her yet … as he had turned his back
towards the stage .Raza pushed his forearm lightly into his arm ,
causing him return to reality .
“What
?” he
didn’t understand what he was saying .
“Look
at the stage "
Raza said, whispering .
“I’m not interested in that competition yaar “
Daniyal said ..with a boring tone in
his voice. Just then …her Voice echoed in the expensive
sound system..capturing every breath
there…
And what a voice it was… pure melody..a symphony…. With
a pure music in words itself.
She was singing…..
“
Ankhiyon ke jharokon se ….
Mein ne dekha jo saamney
TUM door nazar aaiey …..
Not only with the beat of the music , but also with the cool
night air,
This was the sweetest voice Daniyal ever heard in his life, it
automatically made him to turn himself again to face the stage
now.And as soon as he watched the singing beauty on
the stage , her voice and ideal beauty did a magic on him ,
making him a stone statue likethose of ancient Arabic tales of
Alif Laila .
And she was singing… never seemed to care about any one.
Her eyes were closed …and she was singing. Every living
organism in the party was silent now.
And she was singing…her favourite song ..
“Bund
kur ke jharokon ko, zara baithi jo sochney
Mun mein tum hi muskaaey .
Ankhiyon ke jharokon se………..
Oh God… daniyal felt like somebody is taking him towards the
space, he felt himself as weightless person.
What a voice… simple sweet and melodious, and what a pure
eastern song she was
singing. And she was still singing her song.
“Aik
mun tha merey pass who ab khoney laga hai
Paa kur “Tujhey”, haaey , “Mujhey”, kuch
honey laga hai
Aik terey bharosey pe
Sub baithi hoon bhool ke
Yoon umer guzar jaaiey
Terey saath guzar jaaiey
Ankhiyon ke jharokon se …..
Both of the competing parties forgot about their
competition..this was totally new for
them.They all were watching Kenza , who was in the middle of the
stage ..singing …
And singing.
Her eyes closed… but her face red due to the heat of the
eyes of that “Man” on her face who was sitting just in
front of the stage.
And she was singing.
“Jeeti
hoon tumhein dekh ke
murti hoon tumhi pe
Tum ho jahan ,saajun meri Duniya hai waheen pe
Din Raat Dua mangey
Mera Mun terey wastey
Kabhi apni umeedon ka koi
Phool na murjhaaiey “
Ankhiyon ke jharokon se ……..
Mein jub se terey Pyar ke rungon mein rungi hoon
Jagtey huey soi rahi…
Neendon mein jagi hoon
Merey Pyar bharey sapney…
Kaheen koi na cheen le
Mun yahi soch ke ghubraaiey
“ Ankhiyon ke jharaokon se ….
Mein ne dekha jo saamney
TUM door nazar aaiey …..
“Bund kur ke jharokon ko, zara baithi jo sochney
Mun mein tum hi muskaaey .
Ankhiyon ke jharokon se………..”
As soon as she opened her eyes , whole crowd began clapping
emotionally… with
admiration in their eyes.
“Wow…she
has stolen every heart tonite “ Jazib said.
Competition forgotten now.
Both of the parties began to say loudly..
“Once
more..once more "
Kenza , felt so shy at that moment..embarassed too, never daring
to take a look of the
crowd in front of her.
“Kenza
jee please…for the sake of Raza and shaheera..for the sake
of me and maira
..hehehe..one more song please” Jazib said looking towards
Maira. Smiling.
And then due to their intense wishes , she began another
song….
This time…
It was…
“Buhut
Pyar kartey hain …
Tum ko sanam
Qasam chahey le lo..
Khuda ki Qasam ….”
Her eyes now looking towards the crowd, but still she avoided her
gaze from Daniyal .
And she was singing….
“Humari
Ghazal hai Tassawur tumhara …
Tumharey bina ab kiya jeena humara…
Tumhein yoonhi chahein gey
Jub tuk hai Dum…
Buhut Pyar kartey
hain tum ko Sanam.”
Saagar ki baanhon mein ..
Maujein hain jitni
Hum ko bhi Tum se…
Mohabbat hai utni
Ke yeh be-qaraari na…
Ab ho gee Kum.
Buhut Pyar kartey hain tum ko sanam….”
Again intense clapping…. Daniyal was feeling like this was
not clapping…someone was beating his heart .
And finally whole party reached at its height and converted into
a full blown wedding
mehndi party.
And soon they were all singing the last song together .. Guys
dancing… girls laughing and clapping..
And the song was…
“
Larki bari anjaani hai …
sapna hai such hai kahani hai
dekho yeh pagli bilkul na budli
yeh tu wohi deewani hai..
Hoooo.hoo…ho…”
And then between the song Kenza took the mic again…
And this time..a new courage in her eyes…
And for the first time that day…her eyes met with Daniyal.
She was seeing nobody except Daniyal… her eyeballs never
moving away from his figure in front of her .
And she was singing…
“Paas
reh ke bhi thi Doori….
Jaaney kaisi thi majboori …
Waqt who bhi ajeeb tha
Jub tu merey qareeb tha”…
And this time it was Daniyal who had to move his glance away from
her purely feminine green brown kishmishi eyes.
And then Jazib’s voice sounded… but it was obvious that
he was speaking and singing for
Maira…smiling again teasingly.
“Kho
gai tu yeh kiss jahan mein…
Mein yahan hoon dekh tu zara…”
And then with happiness , that item came to an end..
Then they all began to do “Rasams “ with Raza…
Maira forcefully pushed a whole big “Luddoo” in
raza’s mouth….and Raza’s sisters and cousins were
spreading a yellow Doopatta over Raza…. They all were
laughing..smiling… their faces shining with pure gladness.
It was impossible for Daniyal to stay there any longer …
He slowly rose from his seat and and moved his way towards the
guest room.
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Daniyal stayed in Raza’s house for One week more.Then headed
towards Lahore to meet
his old friends. The month of Ramzan had begun and he wanted to
spend this holy month in his own beloved country Pakistan.
…it was twenty ninth Ramzan today… when he finally
returned to Karachi .From the airport he went straight towards
Raza’s house to say
goodbye to him and his wife Shaheera.
“
Aadaab Bhabhi..kaisi hain aap ? " He said salaam to newly wed
couple.
“Mein
bilkul theek hoon..aap sunaaien Pakistan tour kaisa raha " Shaheera said smiling,
she was looking so fresh after marriage. They were all sitting in
the large T.V lounge.
“Well
that’s was amazing..it helped me alot to change my mood
"
Daniyal replied.
“Are you sure daniyal that something has changed with in you
? "
Raza asked..looking
directly into his eyes.
“What
do you mean…ofcourse I’m feeling a lot better now
" He
tried to laugh.
“ Its
enough now Daniyal” Raza said , standing up.
“Don’t
betray yourself and us any more. Don’t you know how you are
looking? My God you have already loosen your weight and just
looking like a patient” Raza said with a worried anger .
“
I’m…I’m alright ..you don’t have to worry
about me”
Daniyal slurred. His voice weak.
“
Don’t destroy your life Daniyal..you are just twenty.. you
have to see the whole life
yet.Don’t waste it”
Raza reached near him , placing his hand on his shoulder.
“
What do you want to say..say it clearly” Daniyal turned his back on them.
“ We
just want to see You and Kenza bhabhi happy and together like us
“This
time
Shaheera said .
“
Never.. no way… we cant.. and you know it.” He said..his voice shaking now.
“Why
?? ..answer us “ Raza asked loudly.
“Cuz..because
..I hate …..I hated ..her “
“Do
you still hate her daniyal bhai” ?? Shaheera asked.
“Well
I don’t know”..may be..." he replied , avoiding his gaze
from them .
“ we
don’t think that you still hate her ..and as far as the
matter of Hate is concerned…
Love and hate are the two feelings , passions… two faces of
the same coin.Nafrat bhi waheen hoti hai jahan mohabbat ho "
Raza tried his best .
“ And
Daniyal bhai … if you don’t like someone it
doesn’t mean that she is your enemy
…He who sees Him in all and all in Him, hates none.He who
feels for others as he feels for himself loves all” Shaheera was with her husband.
“And
Daniyal bhai always remember this that we hate some persons
because we don’t
know them and we will not know them because we hate them..its
easy to hate but its
healthy to love for you for all " Saying this Shaheera also stood
up from her seat.
Daniyal still remained silent.His chest rising and falling with
each breath.
“ But
but..all which I did to her .. I was almost like a rude ,
non-caring person to her, I
never gave her any right..She will never forgive me…and I
don’t know she loves me or
not” He
told them…worried .
“Oh
come-on Daniyal..don’t you see she has changed herself
now..just cuz your love made her to do so… yes… she is
now just like ur perfect ideal ..she has proved that” One
can get ideal even after the marriage "
Raza said.
“She
is leaving for Dubai tonight ,she will spend her Eid in her
Aunt,s house in Emirates,
Daniel bhai…and you are also leaving for London tomorrow
.Don’t ruin our life. Get our
love… don’t miss what Life is offering you . Don’t
ruin TWO lives ..yours and Hers .”
There were tears in shaheera’s eyes now.
“
Well I just cant do any thing” I’m sorry..Oh my head is
going to burst at any
second.”Daniyal
shaked his head .
“
Okay friend… as you wish…but let me say last
thing…
Kabhi apni Zindagi ko apni jhooti “Ana” pur qurbaan
nahin karna…This so called
“False
self Dignity" is toxic for love..you will get nothing and
yet you will lose every
thing.. pyar mein “ANA” nahin hoti…
Learn a lesson from a Woman , You Man… though she is woman ,
but she did so much for her love …for you..And yet you are
one still floating with the help of your “Ana” .” Raza’s sound was bursting
with anger now.
Without a word, Daniyal left the room , igniting the engine of
his car, he moved away from their house..perhaps forever.
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“ Attention pls.....ladies 'n gentlemen
…flight no. P-K One Four Zero Zero is just about to leave
for Dubai with in 15 minutes”
“Okay
Shaheera… Allah hafiz now… Khush raho… Allah karey
tumhein saari khushiyaan milein…pyarey pyarey se Buchey bhi
“
Hearing the announcement, Kenza said, hugging her best friend,
and then turned towards
his brother and sister in Law to say Good bye to them … She
hugged her sister-in-law
Rida..and slapped lightly, playfully on the head of Wajahat..
“We
will miss you dear bhabhi ..you are great " Wajahat was said.Rida was also
weeping.
“Hey
..don’t bother your sister now behind me ..okay " She smiled.
“ Oh
Kenza… I'm so sorry .. I couldn’t do anything for
you..i feel so bad for you now”
Shaheera began to cry.
“Hey
…are you mad ?? look …mein ne jurm kiya hai.. saza bhi
mujhey hi milni chahiyey
…sahih hai naa”?? if I have done the crime to
“Love” somebody then its Me who should
be punished..Now smile please..Flight is just leaving” Take
care you all… Allah
hafiz... and Love…”
She couldn’t complete her sentence , her throat became dry.
Tears clotted her throat and eyes .
With a fast motion , she turned away, and began to move towards
the Passenger-only
lounge.
They all were crying…. Wajahat tried to avert his gaze…
Rida.. sobbing uncontrollably now..
And Shaheera was still looking towards her with wet eyes..her
hand slowly shaking in style of bye.
She moved faster towards the the lounge.
Once she enters in the lounge , there will
be no going back … she thought…
with trembling feet , she walked the last few steps towards the
Lounge and then just at the silhouette of the Lounge, she turned
slightly towards them again …her eyes all wet with tears
now.. a sheet of diffuse tears in front of her… due to which
they were not clearly visible to her now. She again raised her
shaking trembling hand saying “Tata” Her lips moved.
Then she turned her back again on them, only to enter the lounge
finally to catch her plane.
She turned
her back towards them .
And all of a sudden she turned once again to face them, jerking
her head slightly.
Then she turned again , her first feet just touching the
silhouette .
She moved her head again towards all of them ..her mouth open,
Her right hand
automatically reached to her mouth to stifle her scream.
Wajahat , rida and Shaheera froze at the places where they were.
Suddenly they all saw Kenza began to run towards them like a mad
woman… while running, she was crying almost with screams ,
her arms spread wide.
Sensing this ....that perhaps she wants finally hug them again ,
all the three persons,
Shaheera , Rida and Wajahat spread and open their arms too , to
take trembling Kenza
wanting to save her from falling Down.
But their mouths remained open just like their arms when Kenza
crossed all of them.
Doubting her as mad woman , they all turned back to see why she
ran there and got
strongest Shock of their lives.
There they were…
Kenza…. Crying like a mad…. In the arms of
Daniyal….who was behind them wearing a
black coat and black pant, black shirt without tie , his arms
encircling her completely,
making little comforting sounds just like one does to stop a
crying child.
And he was crying himself too.though soundlessly. Their tears
mingled with one another.
Who says Men dont cry...ofcourse Men do cry...but only in
Love...just like that one he was ...crying... there !
Kenza buried his face in his chest. They cried ..and cried .and
cried…which seemed like
endless moments.
They never seeming to care about other hundreds of people on the
airport who all were
staring towards them with interest in their gazes.
It was Rida and Wjahat’s sounds which took them back to
reality …
They were singing….
“Banhon
ke durmiyaan …
Do Pyar mil rah Hain….
Janey Kiyo..
Boley Mun
Doley sun …key Badan
Dharken buni Zaban
Baanhon ke durmiyaan.”
With embarrassment , and shyness kenza disengaged herself from
his strong, wide arms.
“So
finally we are here ..all of us…lets move from here
…you are people are giving those
people quite a show ” Wajahat smiled ..his voice shaking with
excitement.
They all began to moved away from the airport terminal.
“Bhai
jaan …..as this is a “Chaand Raat “ tonite , so
you would have to give us a real
treat”
Rida said, her voice trembling with excitement.
“Ofcourse
…how about a nice Candlelight Dinner in “Kinara “
Restaurant?? "
Daniyal
smiled, as they all sat in his maroon Honda Accord.
"That
would be great bhaijaan…you are GREAT ..haha” Rida laughed,her face shining
with gladness.
“Okay
but first I have to do Eid shopping for my Wife " He smiled, looking towards the
shy Kenza beside his driving seat.
He was calling her as his “Wife” and this sense ..this
feeling was so strong..she didn’t
believe her ears first.
“Here
we go , but from where we have to do shopping?…”
“
Bhai jaan… cloths from Zamzama and Chooriyaan from Tariq
road “
Rida was never
going to stop.
“Hey
you naughty gal…. Let your bhabhi speak too” Shaheera spoke for the first
time,
slapping lovingly on the head of Rida.
“Jee
janab….. where would you want to go Mrs. Daniyal” He bent towards her, heavy
Masculine fragrance emitting from him , intoxicating her senses.
“Well.....
jahan aap le chalein "…She hesitated, unable to look directly
into his eyes.
“Hahaha..Bhabhi
is just speaking like a mother of four kids, who doesn’t
know anything
except to obey his Husband’s wishes. ..haha " Wajahat laughed.
“
Yes…as a wife its my duty … " Kenza said , with firm
determination.
“Oh
ho..itni mohabbat ?? wah bhui wah…abhi tu aghaaz hai aagey
aagey dekhna hota hai
kiya …haha” They were never going to stop.
She placed her head , at the back of her seat and closed her
eyes, a smile still playing on
her soft full lips.
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It was Chaand Raat in karachi..a city of ten Million people…
and it was really looking like Moon has entered the city itself.
There was lights every where… every shopping center, every
restaurant had become full of people..smiling, chuckling….
Roads and highways were having long traffic jams.After all it was
Chaand raat. There were groups of families...and groups of gals
and guys...and ofcourse lovely couples too...who were really
extracting the pleasure of this unique annual traditional night
which they can find only in the East.
Though there was extreme rush in every shop of Tariq road , but
the most difficult thing for them was to enter the Bangles shops
there.. They were fully loaded with girls and
women….
After great effort Daniyal bought them Bangles and bracelets for
Kenza, shaheera and
Rida.
He choosed maroon set of bangles and Brown Hyderabadi Bracelets
for Kenza
While taking the size , she took her wrist back from the
shopkeeper.
“Oh
…well my wife wants me to help her to wear these
things”
Knowing her protest
Daniyal took hold of her soft , creamy wrists.
She blushed with the sudden contact, turning her face away , her
face becoming pinkish .
"You
know what…I love it when you blush like this..well you
look…..you look so “Wife” He said, as he saw Rida and
Shaheera were busy .
She blushed even more pink.
Then they all went to “Kinara restaurant” to have a
cool dinner there…in Dim green light blue dreamful
environment...with soft romantic "Kenny.G" melody in
the background score.
Finally when Daniyal, Kenza , Wajahat ,and Rida entered their big
house ..it was about
2 A.M .
“Where
is Dadi jaan ?”He asked.
“She
must be sleeping now ..after all she didn’t knew any thing
about you two”
Wajahat
smiled gain.
Just then, Rida began to sing again !
“Hmmm..
Hai mubarak Aaj ka Din…
Raat aai hai Suhaani,
Shaadmaani ho..
Shadmaani”
“Bhaiyaa Raja ghur mein le ke Agaya Puriyon ki Raani
Shaadmaani ho ..Shadmaani”
“ hey
…aajkul tum log kuch ziyada hi songs gaaney lagey ho " He teased her.
“Well…
these are dummy songs.. real songs you will listen by Kenza
bhabhi from now
..hehehe”
Rida was a real teaser too.
After both Rida and Wajahat were gone.... Daniyal pointed towards
certain
direction...When Kenza opened her lips to ask....
"Shhhhhhhhsshhhh...Just
come with me....." saying this he took hold of her hand...and
leaded her towards the huge and large roof of their house......
There was a silence then..... deep , dark night....with soft cool
breeze striking their
bodies.....
" Now
take a look towards there " He smiled , and pointed towards
the sky, with his
finger....
And when she raised her eyes...it was the most great sight she
did ever see....
Their was a moon their.... a Moon of Eid..... spreading its deep
milkiness on the world.
"Yessss.....
I saw it...Daniyal..its so lovely...did you see it ? "
Kenza,
said..lost in the trance of that sight.....here eyes fixed on the
Moon .
"are
you watching this " Kenza again asked..here eyes still on the moon
of the Eid .....
"yes
i am watching it..seeing it..but not there ....not on the sky...
my moon is in front of
me...Mera Chaand merey saamney hai " Daniyal whispered....looking
directly into her
eyes.... which made her eyes automatically bent down with the
heaviness of shyness !
"Raat
mehkey tu yoon bhi hota hai
Chaand dharti pe aa ke Sota hai "
Daniyal said !
"Wah
janab kiya sher hai..... aap tu sha'air bhi hain..aur kuch sher
sunaaien " Kenza
laughed....trying to hold curls of her long hairs which were
dancing with the breeze.
"Mera
Chaand mujhey Aya hai nazar
Aey Raat zara thum , thum ke Guzar...."
and then he he again said !
"Hum
Chaand dekhtey hain.....
Chaand Unn ko dekhta hai
WOH Chaand ko jo dekhain
Mil jaain gee Nigaahein "
"Well
this moon would probably disappear after some hours....
But Kenza... You are my moon... And with a wife like You..with a
moon like you.... which is never gonna be disappeared
inshallah..... every day can become an Eid day.... every night
can be a Chaand Raat !...whole Life can be an"EID "
He whispered in her ears !
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That night..in their room..they talked…..talked about every
thing…. With Daniyal`s head
on her lap, she combed through his soft black hairs with her long
artistic fingers.She spread her long brown, soft, silky ,
straight hairs over his face….listening him …
comforting him.
“You
know kenza..sometimes I think that I should die for what I have
done with you "
Daniyal said, his eyes closed.
“Khabardaar
jo aap ne dobara aisa kaha… if you die I will die
too..”
she kept her hand on his lips , stopping him to saying that
again.
“Well
but… what about all those four years…which you wasted
just cuz of me… and I
turned our wedding night a night in the hell for you ..oh..I'm
sooo sorry Kenza..how you are going to forgive me ever for that
“There
were tears in his eyes..
“You
are mine ..You are with me…I don’t need anything
now… and if that night was in
hell, this night is in heaven... and those four years were a
great experience for me , as
those years helped me to re-explore my love for you and examine
my patience”
She said,
her fingers caressing his head.
“Just
answer my question …how come you converted into this eastern
, shy kenza from
that western Kenza?”
He said, opening his eyes, looking directly .
“Well
..at first cuz of your love only, then I realized myself too that
I was on the wrong side. You helped me to understand the true
meaning of woman ..my real identity…and above all about Love
..when you said ..that however dull a woman may be , she will
understand all there is in love,and afterall I was not that dull
“She
smiled slightly .
“
Well I have to ask question from my side too ..can I " Kenza said.
“Sure…Don’t
take permissions " He smiled …. Closing his eyes
again.Comforting in
feeling the texture of her soft fingers over his eyes and
forehead.
“ Now
you know how and why I changed myself..but what made you to stop
me and take me as your wife… I have to ask.. Do you love
me..and if yes… since when?” She asked, curious and scared
from unknown thoughts ..but his answer made her feelings so free
and strong.
“Hey
you are dull ..hehehe…just complete the sentence…
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" …and after all I’m not that
intelligent ...haha " He laughed lightly, touching her nose.
“Well…
Ofourse I Love You…
mujhey tum se mohabbat hai kenza… pyar hai tumse…More
than any one else in this
world… and I don’t know when it happened .Perhaps the
time when I saw you crying in competition..it felt so sad and bad
to me.. that’s
why I did let you win ..but tell you what..Mujhey who haar apni
hur Jeet se ziyada aziz
hai..that’s defeat is superior to all of my other
victories…
I always loved you unconsciously but perhaps as Raza said, my
Hate was more stronger than my Love at that time…I felt so
helpless when Abboo told me to marry you ,,involuntarily I began
to take a revenge from you… and your Looks and that western
appearance became a wall between you and me. I never felt a real
love of woman until I met you … My Mom died when I was just
Ten years old…May be this was the reason for me to know and
feel about love of woman so lately hope you will forgive me
Kenza…but the only thing I want to say to you now is that I
Love You..and I Mean It.”There were tears in his big
black male eyes.
“Oh
Daniyal… and your defeat is more greater than any of my
victories for me too…I love you too " She began to cry ….a tear
escaped its way from her eyes and dropped on
his eyelid.
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Today was Eid……
Kenza was applying make-up on her face , standing in front of the
dressing table..she was
wearing a
maroon
Banarsi saarhi .
Then she his shadow appeared in the mirror behind her .
“You
came after prayers ?" She
asked smiling.
“
Yes.. Eid mubarak …Eid naheen milo gee " He said almost laughing.
"Arey
…aap ko shurm nahin aati ..Shahaeera and Raza are in the
guest room , waiting for us " She blushed.
“
Hmmmmm.........Naheen aati … “And saying this, holding her
shoulder with one hand,
he pushed her hairs aside and away from the back of her
neck…
"Sunein
Darwaza khula hai" She said with a scared accent.
"Khula
rehney do"
“Daniyal
pls …koi dekh le gaa ..”
“Dekhney do”
“Koi aajaiey gaa”
“Aaaney do”
“Koi sun le gaa “
“Sun leney do”
“Daniyal..please” She was blushing like a sixteen year old girl .
“Shhhhsshhhhhhhh” He wanted her quiet now.
She felt his warm velvet like light breath at the junction of her
neck and shoulder….an
electrifying wave ran through her whole body ,Almost against her
will, her eyes began to close...but instead ofwhat she expected,
he lifted his hands upward, she saw images of both of his hands
in the mirror before them ..and recognized the thing which he was
holding.. it was a golden necklace, with a prism like diamond in
the center.
While watching into her eyes through the mirror, he put that
necklace around her neck and finally closed the hook.
“Wow…
that’s lovely.. Thank You … Aadaab " She looked into his eyes…
with sincerity
and affection.
“Eid
mubarak…. "
“Eid
mubarak to you too Daniyal "
“Life
would be so lovely for me one day… I never thought this
… daniyal..mein ne kabhi
nahin socha tha yeh”She gasped.
“ tum
mujhey iss tarha mil jaao gee …Mein ne kabhi nahin socha tha
yeh…”
He breathed.
“
Mujhey iss tarha Pyar ho jaaiey gaa..yeh mein ne kabhi nahin
socha tha”She
whispered.
“ Aur
humari shadi ho jaaiey gee.. yeh bhi mein ne socha na tha “Daniyal whispered back .
"and
you would return back to me like this..Yeh bhi mein ne socha na
tha " She
cried.
“ Aur
phir Hum mil jaaiengey …yeh bhi na socha tha mein ne” His voice matching hers
“ And
we would love each other like mad people…yeh mein ne nahin
socha tha " She
smiled finally .
“Aur
then we would have Fifteen cute kids…yeh bhi mein ne socha
na tha …hahaha " He laughed loudly.
“You
..daniyal.. hehehehe.. you are one funny person also” She again blushed but , too,
slighlty,lightly beating his chest with her fists.
`
“Are
Baba mazaq Kar raha Hon " Daniyal giggled.
“I
know "
She smiled back.
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They were all sitting in the around the big round , dining table
..Kenza,Daniyal, Wajahat ,
Raza,Shaheera, and Rida.
“Wow”
What a “Sheer Khurma” and what a “sawaiyaan”
…who made all these delicious
things?”Daniyal
asked.
“ Its
Kenza bhabhi " Rida answered, loking lovingly towards her
sister in law.
“ I'm
sure you would look lovely while working in the kitchen
Kenza… by the way… you
seem to understand that Man’s way to his heart goes through
his stomach ..haha " He
laughed.
“
Well.. then you would have to take X-Ray of your stomach ..is
every thing working
normally??" Raza
smiled.
And they all laughed.
“Any
way…Raza..lets go to watch T.V..u know todays semi-final
between India and
Pakistan”
Daniyal told him..
“Oh
really ..I forgot… any lets take a look ..dear wives have a
nice eid day and talk..
Bye for a while..hehehe” Saying this they left the room.
“Uff
toba hai… Aaj Eid ke din bhi inhein Cricket soojh raha hai
"shaheera
said
“Yes…and
you know the reason " Kenza smiled meaningfully “
“Me??..what
reason ?? hmmm…oh ..ofcourse”Shaheera burst into a laughter.
“Ofcourse
I know”
....and then they both said this loudly , laughing at the same
time…
“Husbands
hotey hi aisey hain "
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Across the gate way of my heart
I wrote"No Thoroughfare"
But Love came laughing by , and cried!
"I enter everywhere"
THE END of the story
But a beginning of very happy life .
….Mein
Ne Socha Na Tha
A story by IKRAM
Copyright © 1998 Dr.Syed Ikram Hussain Abidi (All Rights Reserved)
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