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DEVINE CHROMA.Epi.10 Abdul Hnnan Ch

DEVINE CHROMA.Epi.10

(Bay Rang Peyya By Amjad Javeed)

Abdul Hnnan Ch

It was evening. Dadu was waiting for Aayat in the lawn. He knew that she had left office but she couldn`t reach home yet. He was thinking to call her when Aayat`s car stopped in the porch. He started walking towards her car. She came out of the car before the driver opened the door. She was looking fresh despite a haptic busy day in office. She saw Dadu coming towards her and stopped. She greeted Dadu. Dadu asked her why she was so late. She answered, “There were some important matters to be solved. I shall be free from tomorrow.”

“What will happen tomorrow?” Dadu asked.

“I shall tell you tomorrow. I shall spend time with you and cook food for you,” she held his hand and entered the home.

Dadu said happily, “I`m really happy that my daughter will give me so much time.”

Dadu sat in a sofa and Aayat was going in but Dadu said, “Please, sit with me. I want to talk.”

She sat in a sofa and said, “Yes Dadu, I`m listening.”

“I was happy that you would marry Tahir. But his marriage with Rabia have made me sad. You can say I am shocked,” Dadu said.

She said politely, “You must not think like that.”

He said very sadly, “Many proposals came for you. We met each other, these proposals were not acceptable and we refused. But your relation with Tahir, his parents came to us and his marriage with Rabia is hurting me.”

She went near him, held his hand and said, “Dadu, I have a good relation with Tahir. Rabia`s marriage was my wish otherwise Tahir wanted to marry me. I`m telling you to avoid any misunderstanding.”

Dadu said, “I know everything. I understand the reason why did you help Rabia. But we may have found some other man for her. Why did you marry her with Tahir?”

Aayat said, “You can`t understand all that. You need not to worry.”

He said in grief, “Are my worries not natural?”

She said, “But, I`m satisfied.”

He said sadly, “My dear daughter, I`m a human being. I think, I have emotions and feelings.”

Aayat stood bowing her head in front him silently. Then suddenly she laughed and said, “Try to find a new proposal. I hope this time we shall reach to a logical result.” She was trying to change Dadu`s mood but couldn`t succeed to do so. Dadu asked, “Will you listen me?”

She said quickly, “Yes, I shall.”

He said, “You have to promise me.”

She assured him, “Hundred percent.”

Dadu said, “Ok, I shall tell you tomorrow, when you will tell me the reason of your leisure mood.”

Aayat hugged her and said, “Ok.”

Next morning Aayat reached office. She was looking calm and compose as usual. Her mind was light as a feather. Only Dadu`s concern about her was bothering her. She had no curiosity what Dadu`s wish was. She was anxious because Dadu was sad because of her. She knew what Dadu was thinking. She had decided to return Dadu`s happiness again. She sat in a sofa of her office. Office boy came in the room. She asked her to bring a cup of tea for her. After few minutes, Tahir entered in her office. He had a smile on his face, dignity in his walk and sobriety in his behaviour. He wore black shalwar qameez and brown coat. He sat in a sofa after greetings. Aayat asked him in an ordinary manner, “You went Bhawalpur suddenly, is everything alright?”

He tried to hide what happened in Bhawalpur and said, “Nothing, Baba called me. Why were you calling me?”

Aayat smiled and said, “It is said never leave anything incomplete. I have called you to complete an incomplete work.”

He asked, “Which work is incomplete that you have to complete it?”

“You have taken the responsibility of Sarmad and Rabia, now you have to take over their business also. This is Sarmad`s business, I was only looking after it till now,” Aayat said calmly.

He couldn`t understand anything and asked, “What do you mean by Sarmad`s business?”

Aayat tried to explain, “There is nothing to understand. This is Sarmad`s business.”

Tahir took a deep breath and said politely, “Sarmad is an innocent child, when he began his business. You started the business on his name. It is actually your business.”

Aayat explained again, “You are right I began this business on his name but it is not mine. It is Sarmad`s. The money I have invested has returned.”

Tahir asked, “How will you reach your expenses?”

“I`m an employ in my Dadu`s business. My salary is enough for me. Stop thinking about me and take care of Sarmad`s business. It is your responsibility now,” Aayat said softly. He kept on looking at her for some time and then said, “You are looking after it better than anybody else. You must keep on looking after it in future also. I have so much wealth that I can provide them a lavish life.”

Aayat interrupted him, “But that wealth is not yours. That is your father`s wealth. If you have your personal assets or you have earned that by yourself, I have no objection.”

“What are you saying? It`s all mine,” he suddenly stopped talking. He was staring at Aayat surprisingly. He was thinking that Aayat knew about his conversation with his father. It should be Tahir`s ego that he wouldn`t utalise his father`s money if he was not obeying his Baba. He was caught in such a situation that he was arguing to deny Aayat`s suggestion but actually he couldn`t say no to her. He was hanged on the cross of yes or no. He was aware of the future. He realised that Aayat had already thought about it. Aayat asked what Tahir was thinking. He answered, “Nothing.”

“Why are you so quite? If you can`t handle this business, even then it is your responsibility. Everything is on the table. Study these files, if you can`t understand anything ask me. Have your seat please,” Aayat said.

He kept on sitting for few minutes, then moved towards the table and sat in the chair near the table. Aayat smiled to see him on that chair. Meanwhile office boy brought tea. Aayat said to him, “Call Madam Farkhanda before preparing tea.” The office boy left the room. Tahir was staring at Aayat. She smiled and said, “Why are you so afraid?”

He said seriously, “I`m not afraid.”

She said to keep his spirit up, “Don`t worry. My office is in the same building.”

Tahir said, “Please keep quiet for the sake of God!”

Aayat smiled. Madam Farkhanda came and said, “Yes mam.”

“Please sit, meet him he is your new boss,” Aayat said.

She sat in a sofa. Office boy served tea.

*****

Syed Zeeshan Rasool Bukhari was sitting in a sofa. Tahir Hayat was sitting in a sofa in front of him. The young man was also there. He was quite. They were sharing pleasantries between them. When there was a pause between the conversations, the young man asked, “What is difference between personality and nature?”

“Allah has created everything on nature. Any creation of Allah can`t be false. The man is a masterpiece of Allah. Human; either man or woman is the centre of the universe. They are both really very important. They are the axis on which the life is orbiting. They combine to create a society. Allah has not only created his creations on nature but He has also bestowed them with certain actions. The creation is linked with monotheism until his actions are according to the nature. But when he deviate himself from nature, he becomes polytheist. In the other words, the creation which will go against Allah, that will enter in the orbit of polytheism. That`s why Allah has not created anything on the fallacious grounds. No soul is fallacious. Everything is created by luminosity. His action may take him towards luminosity or darkness. So, the actions are not reality but the personality is real. Personality and actions have the relation like the relation between the Creator and the creation,” Shah Sab said.

The young man asked, “What is the nature on a human? Do all the humans possess the same nature?”

“The nature itself proves that all the humans have the same format and pattern. They have the same brain. For example, there are many nations in the world. They live in different countries. But when the laws are made, none of the countries allows telling lie. No law prevent us from speaking truth. When a country makes laws, other countries also accept these laws. If there is any drawback in the laws, it will be corrected. Every country`s law is based on the human rights. All the humans will combine on their format or pattern. When the thinking is not same, it creates problems. At that point the humans are forced to oppose each other,” Shah Sab explained.

“Why are the humans fighting with each other? Why there is bloodshed everywhere?” he asked.

Shah Sab answered, “This is not clash of humans that is clash of way of thinking. For example, we live in Asia. There is discrimination among the humans due to caste system, sectarianism, racialism, tribalism, nationalism and language. Even the followers of the same religion have differences among themselves. There are different sects. The result is bloodshed and fighting. Mohinjo Daro`s history is almost five hundred years old. There was a sophisticated social system. Mohinjo Daro was a developed area because of that system. But there are many regions and countries whose conditions are entirely different. Why does it happen? Because their socio-economic system, way of thinking and mental evolution are not on the right way. The way of thinking which will be according to the nature may only succeed. Where there is a common way of thinking, that society will witness materialistic as well as spiritual development. The development pauses when conflicts emerge among the masses. If these conflicts prolong, a certain decline is observed. If humans don`t accept the realities of the natural system, their evolution will stop. What is the mental evolution in Asia? Let`s take Pakistan as a test case. Why the people`s life is miserable. There are many countries which have lesser resources than Pakistan but there is more prosperity. The masses there have more mental ability than us. Their IQ level is better than us. They capture all noble prizes. They are ahead of us in every aspect of life. We have no significant identification internationally. Our educational institutions are not of international standard. Because we have conflict of thoughts. Our problems are multiplying due to that conflict. The societies which have less conflict of thoughts are considered to be developed societies. Their capability of production is better than us. Their common man is enjoying more prosperity. The passion (ishq) is law of nature. If a society is based on passion, it will be successful. Passion (ishq) means to synchronize with nature. Whose thoughts are synchronized with nature, they are successful. Conflict of thoughts is not nature. When the human collides with the reality, controversies emerge.”

The young man asked, “Is the Muslims` affliction due to the conflict of thoughts?”

“Islam preaches us to be one nation. If we would have worked for the creation of one nation, our situation might have been better. We worked against it. There is only one condition to embrace Islam. That is to accept Allah`s oneness and believing in the prophet hood of Muhammed (PBUH). There is no differentiation of nationality, area or language to embrace Islam. Islam is against differentiation but the Muslims have divided themselves in sects, casts, nations, races and tribes etc. These things have no relation with Islam but relationships are being broken on these grounds. The mirror to see Islam is colourlessness. The only condition to move forward is passion (ishq). The passion creates evolution and development. New thoughts, new ideas and new sciences are discovered due to passion. We have stuck ourselves in Mohinjo Daro era. Our history is full of saints` work. They worked for humanity. Our nation has stuck itself in the conflicts. Our nation doesn`t want to break the barriers of these conflicts,” he tried to explain.

Tahir asked, “How did these conflicts arise?”

“A powerful class of people has divided the entire society. Allah doesn`t differentiate among the people. His message is same for all the classes. The human`s distorted teachings of the prophets. These teachings were to combine humanity on a centre,” he said.

“Why is it necessary to combine the humanity?” asked Tahir.

“If a piece of iron becomes magnet, it attracts other pieces of iron. One magnet can change the other pieces of iron if they go through a certain process. The secret behind it is the attraction of magnet brings the other pieces of iron towards it. It can distribute its attraction also. In the same manner love changes the hatred,” Shah Sab looked at him keenly.

“But the magnet doesn`t attract the gold, silver and copper,” said Tahir.

“Every metal has its own magnetic system. That system prevents soil to gobble up all things. Metal production under the Earth surface is a continuous process. There must be some reason for their production. There is some reason that changes coal into diamond. A kind of touchstone can change every metal into gold. Everything is under a magnetic system. Whoever comes in the range of magnetic field, he will feel the change. Arabs were provided with divine guidance, they were changed. That was due to attraction. When that attraction achieves its bond, it becomes a touchstone that can change everything into gold. That ability to change is called passion (ishq),” Shah Sab smiled.

Tahir asked with a smile, “What is the format of passion (ishq)?

“Passion is an infinite power. It keeps its identity in any form, pattern or format because it has to run the system of the universe. When a magnet is stuck with iron, it becomes homogenous with it. The magnet and iron both give everything to each other. The qualities of one are transferred with the other,” Shah Sab asserted.

The young man asked, “What is the aim or object of passion (ishq)?”

“The object of passion (ishq) is conduct. What happens when differentiation is created and what happens when differentiation is terminated are just like plus and minus. Whatever comes in the way of passion, it will become fallacious and will be termed as polytheism. Passion (ishq) is a natural personality and all the qualities in its way will have to bow in front of it because only passion (ishq) can stand in front of passion (ishq). It is said that passion (ishq) confers the understanding of passion (ishq). The development and evolution is gradual or step by step. The deeds amplitude the attribute,” Shah Sab answered and looked at the clock. The young man understood that the time is over. Tahir also realised that. They stood, shook hand with Shah Sab and went out.

******

It was the second quarter of the day when Aayat`s car stopped in the porch. She came in the lounge and asked her maid bout Dadu. She told her that he was taking rest. Aayat told her to bring a cup of tea for her and went to her room. She put her purse on the dressing table and sat in an easy chair. She was feeling herself light and lean. She was feeling that she had set down a burden that she was carrying for centuries. She had tried to fill the space in Sarmad and Rabia`s insipid life. She had sincerely given everything to Tahir which she had earned on Sarmad`s name. She had done her duty but it didn`t mean that she would neglect them. She had crossed a river but there was another river in front of her. Her responsibility had even increased. She wished that Tahir wouldn`t do anything wrong but he was a human, his thoughts could change at any time. She knew that Tahir was passing through a testing time. She knew about herself that she would be involved in business again. She knew that Dadu was shocked by her decision but he didn`t complain because he loved her. She had to take care of him more than before. Dadu was going to say something but he didn`t. She was sure that he would talk about her marriage. She had decided to accept whatever Dadu would say. He could have shown anger but he didn`t. That was the proof of his love. The question was why he didn`t say anything despite the shocking news of Tahir`s marriage with Rabia. What was in his mind? The maid brought tea and he came back from the world of thinking to reality. She put tea on the side table. Aayat advised her to tell whenever Dadu came in the lawn. Aayat took a sip of tea. She was again thinking about Rabia, Tahir and Sarmad. The old memoires got hold of her but soon she was out of that situation because she knew that these memories weren`t going to give her anything pleasant. She turned on television. She kept on changing channels. She took tea and decide to cook something. She went to kitchen and didn`t realise the passage of time. When she came to the dining table, Dadu was already there. She sat near Dadu and told him that she had made two dishes for him.

“It means I am going eat more than usual. Where are they?” Dadu asked pleasantly.

“Safia is bringing,” she told.

“Good,” he said.

“Dadu you told me yesterday that you wanted to talk with me,” Aayat inquired.

He asked, “Are you free today?”

“I have cooked two dishes that doesn`t indicate that I`m free. I have handed over Sarmad`s business to Tahir. He is responsible for it. Though I shall take care of your business but now you and I will spend a lot of time with each other,” Aayat informed.

“Whatever I have it`s yours. We have repute in the business community. Do you think handling business to Tahir will not damage it then its fine? But I shall tell you what I wanted to say after meal,” he smiled.

“Say whatever you want, I shall not go without meal,” she laughed.

“Ok, then listen,” Dadu said.

“I`m listening you all ears,” she said.

He said politely, “Everyone has psychological problems now a days. A person who looks fine sometimes has complicated psychological problems. I doesn`t mean to say that you are sick but I think that you must spend some time with a psychiatrist. I hope you will not mind to do that just for my satisfaction.”

A normal person might have behaved rudely. She could have said something like that she was alright. She didn`t need to go to a psychiatrist. But she said immediately, “As you wish, I have no objection.”

Dadu didn`t believe his ears. He asked, “Are you ready to go to a psychiatrist?”

She answered calmly, “If you are saying then there is no reason to say no. When we have to go?”

Dadu was looking extremely happy. He said, “Do you know who is that psychiatric? You will be happy to see him.”

Aayat asked curiously, “Who is he?”

Dadu told happily, “Shakeel Ahmed grandson of my friend Ahmed Din and son of Iqbal Hassn.”

Aayat asked, “But he was in America.”

“He went America for studies seven years ago. Now he is back and will live there. He came to meet me,” Dadu answered pleasantly.

“So, he will start practice here and I am his first patient,” Aayat said.

“Don`t say like that. You aren`t a patient,” Dadu said. Meanwhile Safia and her husband served diner.

Shakeel Ahmed and Aayat were in same school. They were neighbours so they played together. They quarreled with each other but they were good friends. Shakeel was agile and sharp-witted. The college life changed their companionship and they changed their houses also. Aayat started to live in a posh area with her family. They met occasionally but time had brought a distance between them. Shakeel came to meet them before he went America for studies but Aayat was not at home at that time. She didn`t even think that Shakeel would treat her. She knew that she had no psychological problem but it was Dadu`s will. She wanted to satisfy him. She was going to consult a psychiatrist to see Dadu happy.

*****

Aayat was driving her car towards farmhouse. She wanted to see Sarmad. She met him on the day when Tahir and Rabia were married. She remained quite busy after that. But when she had time, she reached farmhouse. She walked towards lounge and sat in a sofa. When the maid came she asked about Sarmad. She told that Sarmad and Rabia went for shopping with Tahir. Aayat asked, “When will they come?”

Maid informed her that they would come after dinner. She suggested to call them but Aayat stood up to go. Maid asked her to take tea but Aayat told her that she would go then. She sat in the car and analysed her inner self. There was no positive or negative emotion. She felt that her soul was happy. Everything was as she wished. It was evening when her car stopped in the porch. She looked at the lawn to see Dadu but he was not there. When she entered lounge she saw a handsome and smart young man. He was wearing a black suit with gray shirt and dark blue tie. His hair were delicately combed. He had heavy mustache on his white sparkling round face. When he saw her, he stood up. He was tall and looking very attractive. He had an expensive cell phone in his left hand. A lively smile appeared at his face. When she reached near him, he asked, “Aayat un Nisa?

“Yes and you are Shakeel,” she asked.

“Yes, you are right. I had a firm belief that you will recognise me because I am the only one who teased you a lot. Surely, you would be angry with me,” he said.

She asked him to sit, sat in a sofa near him and said, “You still remember that you teased me but I forgot.”

“When you didn`t forget me how can you forget my mischiefs,” he said.

She interrupted him, “I usually got angry at that time but now I feel good to remember the childhood.”

“Good to see you. I was thinking that you would be married and had children and I may not talk as frankly in front of your husband. But I don`t expect that you will say I am not changed,” he was talking pleasantly but suddenly became sad.

“You mean that you are no more simple, mischievous and helping now,” Aayat asked.

He replied sadly, “The life snatches everything.”

Aayat said, “We can see it in another way too that life gives us much.”

“I met my childhood companion and many memories had mixed with each other. You are right,” he laughed out loudly.

“When did you come back? You didn`t even bother to meet,” she asked.

“I came back from America few weeks ago. I came here twice but you weren`t at home. Today, I have decided that I shall not go without meeting you,” he said while looking at Aayat`s face.

“What is your plan? When are you going back?” she asked intentionally.

“No, I shall not go back. I had planned my clinic before coming here. Now, my clinic is started. There is a good response, people are coming for treatment,” he said.

She said, “Dadu is going to send me to your clinic as a psychiatric patient.”

“You were a psychiatric patient even when you were a child,” he taunted her and immediately said very seriously, “Whatever Dadu have told me it is not serious but he is worried. We shall sort it out by chit chatting with each other because you aren`t a patient for me. You are my good friend.”

“You will run your clinic in this way,” she said sarcastically.

He said happily, “I need a good friend rather than a patient.”

“It`s fine. I shall not think myself a patient. I was thinking that I have to go for sessions,” she said.

Shakeel interrupted her, “No, we shall just talk with each other in a friendly manner and I shall report it to Dadu. He remained silent for a while and laughed, “There is no tradition of asking a guest to eat or drink.”

Aayat said, “We are formal with guests but not with our family members.”

Meanwhile Dadu entered the lounge, saw them sitting together and said, “It`s good to see that you recognise each other.

“Yes, of course,” he said.

The maid brought fresh juice for them. Aayat said, “He has a programme to take dinner with us and you are trying to get rid of him with a juice.”

Dadu said pleasantly, “We shall have dinner too but it will take some time. You can take this juice as the beginning of dinner.”

“You take juice, I am coming after a few minutes,” Aayat said and went. When she came back Shakeel was talking with Dadu. There were talking about the current situation of the country. Aayat listened them quietly. After some time the maid informed them that dinner was ready. After dinner Dadu went to his room but Shakeel and Aayat sat in the corridor. It was a relatively cool night. A pleasant breeze was blowing. They were taking tea in dreamy light of open environment. Aayat told him about her business. During their exchange of pleasantries Aayat asked her why he came to Pakistan. If there was a problem.

He tried to keep himself normal and said, “I had no financial problem. My practice was good. A had share in a friend`s store but my wife Sherlyn betrayed me. She demanded for separation. She took my son too. I couldn’t bear that all and came here.”

Aayat said sadly, “You divorced her.”

“You can say,” he was trying to avoid that topic.

Aayat said quickly, “That`s your personal matter, we shall not discuss it.”

“No, it`s not like that. I want to save myself from agony. That is past now and there is no benefit of talking about it. Now you will ask the reason of separation. Even, we can`t understand any reason. She said that we didn`t love each other anymore and demanded for divorce,” he controlled his emotions and laughed.

Aayat smiled and said, “Wow, there is love in one moment and the other moment there is no love.”

He said seriously, “Love is not anything itself. It has some elements that drive it between two persons. If one person loses these elements then it is difficult to maintain love.”

She laughed and said, “You want to say that love is like a spicy cuisine. If salt is inappropriate then the whole dish is spoiled.”

“Aayat, your problem is that you don`t understand love. It is more difficult to understand love than getting involved in love. The person who are involved in love, they are not actually understanding love. They can`t define love or even can`t talk about love. They just keep on loving without understanding it. That process results in misunderstandings and creates distance between them. These distances create confusions and anarchy which result in separation,” he tried to explain.

She said calmly, “Where is my problem in all argument?”

“Your problem is that you can`t understand love. You have stereo type thinking which is given by your society. You held that thinking strongly and hurting yourself. Actually you are moving in the opposite direction. Your thinking is totally different from the real concept of love,” he explained.

“I couldn`t understand what you want to say,” Aayat said.

“There are some elements which create love. If these element are not present then love can`t emerge. Like hydrogen and oxygen combines together to make water. If there is no oxygen then water can`t be made,” he said politely.

“I understand that love is a combination of some elements. Can you explain me your concept of love?” Aayat started taking interest in that conversation.

He said, “I shall explain you but it doesn`t mean that you understand a complicated thing live love in one session.”

“No, we shall keep on talking about it,” Aayat said.

Shakeel thought for a while, looked ate her face and said, “Every human has feelings. His deeds are because of these feelings. Love is a kind of expression of feelings. There are certain reasons behind emergence of a feeling. We can say that there are some elements which produce a feeling. The composition of these elements is variable. They keep on changing. The love has three basic elements: attachment, enthusiasm and sensaualism or lust. Existence of love depends upon these elements. If these elements are present, there is love otherwise there is no love.”

Aayat said, “Will you explain it further.”

“All the types of love are emerged with the different combinations of these three elements. If one of these elements is missing in the relation then it is not love. Presence of one or two elements can`t be called love. If there is attachment between two persons, it doesn`t mean it is love. Two friends can be attached to each other. When there is attachment and enthusiasms both are there then a romantic relation emerges. But it is not complete love. When we link attachment with commitment, it indicates fast friendship. When enthusiasms and commitment are interlinked, stupid love emerges. The relation which doesn`t have all three elements is not perfect. It can`t be called love,” he explained.

Aayat said, “You mean that there is no existence of love without these three elements.”

“Of course, I had studied it, researched about it and it is proved,” he informed.

“I can`t agree with you but I shall not oppose you also. I shall say that you are right as per your studies and research. We shall talk about it later,” she said.

“Yes, we shall talk about later. I`m already late,” he said pleasantly.

Aayat walked with him towards the gate and said him Goodbye. Shakeel lived in the last house of the street. She saw him going and then came back. Next morning, when she reached jogging track for jogging she saw Shakeel coming. She didn`t waited for him and started to jog. Shakeel realised that and didn`t come near her. She sat on a bench after jogging, Shakeel came to her and said, “Good morning,” She said greeted him in return and gave him place to sit on the bench. He asked, “What is your programme for the day?”

“Nothing special, I shall go to office,” she said.

“I wish to go to a peaceful place like a lake. Do you want to come with me?” he asked.

She said informally, “I can go but after office in the evening.”

“Ok, I shall wait for your call,” he said.

They walked out of the park. Shakeel`s car was in the parking, he moved towards it while Aayat walked on foot towards her house. Shakeel asked, “Where are you going? Do you bring your car?”

Aayat replied, “I come by foot daily.”

“Come with me. I shall drop you home. From tomorrow onward, I shall not bring my car,” Shakeel said and she started to walk towards his car.

*****

Tahir brought his car in porch. Sarmad came running towards him. His school bag was on his shoulders. He put his bag on the back seat and sat on the front seat. Rabia came out. Tahir and Sarmad waved hand towards her. Rabia smiled and waved at them. Tahir drove the car out of farmhouse and said, “Sarmad, you are looking so cute today.”

Sarmad asked, “How can you say that?”

“Your hair are well combed. You are looking stunning in uniform,” Tahir said.

“There is nothing new in it. I look like the same every day. Tell me straight what you want to say,” he smiled.

Tahir laughed and said, “You are getting smarter because of my company.”

Sarmad laughed out loud and said, “Don`t try to change the topic.”

“I have to go Islam Abad today. I have to stay there for two days. I`m afraid about your mood,” he said.

Sarmad said, “No issue Papa, Bari Mama says that you have a lot of work to do. Don`t worry about my mood. You can go but you have to call me.”

Tahir said, “I shall definitely call you. I shall ask you about your studies also. You can enjoy yourself without teasing Mama. Tell me what I may bring for you.”

Sarmad said, “I don`t need anything but you have to promise that you will come as your work is finished.”

Tahir dropped Sarmad on the school gate and drove towards Aayat`s house. He has to discuss many things with her. There was a bye election in Bhawalpur. The candidate was not final yet. The news of his marriage with Rabia was not broken in public. He wanted to talk with Baba but he wasn`t ready to listen his voice. Balqees Begum attended his calls but she was helpless. He didn`t know who was going to contest in the bye election but he wanted Sajjid to contest on his seat. Business community wanted to bring their candidate. He was not sure about the situation. He wanted to meet Aayat and discuss and solve that matter.

When he turned his car in Aayat`s street, he saw her laughing with a stranger. She waved at him and a young, smart and handsome young man passed by Tahir`s car. All that happened in less than half minute but he was deeply upset. He forgot what he wanted to discuss with her. The passionate (aashiq) inside him woke up suddenly. He reached Aayat`s gate, put his foot on brake but didn`t stop. He stopped in his office parking. Only a few cars were there. He realised that he came very early. He reached his office and sat in a chair. The office boy was cleaning the room. He saw him and went out of the room. He was thinking about the man with Aayat. He was thinking why she was so happy with him. Meanwhile the office boy served the tea. He pulled all the thoughts out of his mind. Whatever his mind was pursuing his heart was not ready to accept it. He decided not to meet Aayat right now. He called his driver and started his journey towards Islam Abad.

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