Bus.....Tum Ko Paana Hai( Last Part )It hurts to love someone ......

" Welcome Miss.Kashish Ali. It's so very nice to see you here lady. " The man in his late fifties left his chair to welcome her.

" Thank you sir, the feeling is mutual "

" Make yourself comfortable please. "

" Thank you Sir. " Kashish said in a uniform, formal voice as she took her chair opposite to his.

" I certainly feel well-honoured that I'm talking to the youngest lady CSP officer of Pakistan ever. You've done the great job. " He smiled, staring at the young twenty two year old girl who had done so much in such a little age.

" Thank you sir. The honour is certainly great for sure. "

" So how're you feeling ? " The old man said, folding the document on the table and removing his glasses.

" Great, but at the same time, more responsible than ever. " She managed to say.

" You should. Your first posting is in the department of Housing and Finance, and it sure is a tough job. " He folded his bony hands on the desk and waited to hear her response.

" Yes Sir, I can understand. "

The man nodded in approval, then pressed a button on his intercom.

" Yes, give my message to Mrs.Sumaira. " He told someone, then put down the receiver.

Just with in few seconds, the door opened and a graceful lady in her mid-thirties entered the room.

" This is Mrs.Sumaira Ahsan, she would show you your office and the arrangements. " He told her in a thick, formal voice.

" So shall we go now Miss.Kashish ? " The lady asked with a sober smile.

" Oh yes, sure. "

" Best of luck, Miss.Kashish " The man gave her an encouraging smile.

Her new office was glamourous, huge and awesome, Kashish realized as the older woman guided her through the various portions of the office.

For the rest of the day, Mrs.Sumaira showed Kashish what she would have to do in the office, and, though assured that the job wasn't ardous, by six o' clock Kashish was in no mood to agree. Apart from taking countless telephone calls, she was expected to deal with tons of files, the matters with ministry of finance and the other pure official matters.

" Scary ? " Mrs.Ahsaan finally asked, when they both got some time to relax.

" Not exactly. " Kashish took a deep breath. " I'm wondering how to handle this job which seems to be pure "male" sort of nature."

" Yeah it is. We were pretty surpised to know that the Government selected a twenty two year old girl for this highly responsible post. But let me say Miss.Kashish, when I saw your results, read details of your interview, I admired their choice. " Mrs.Sumaira smiled, she looked truly impressed.

" Thanks again " She said sincerely. " So when to join ? "

" From tomorrow " Mrs. Sumaira said, then smiling, she added, " The holidays are over "

It was her third working day in her office when something really unexpected happened, but she was not the only one who was not expecting this to happen.

" Hope they'll solve my problem Insha'Allah " Sameer thought as he parked his maroon Honda Accord outside the huge building of Ministry of Hosuing and Finance. He was so deeply lost in his thoughts that he didn't even read the name of the director as he went through the glass door labelled " Kashish Salman Ali, Executive Director of Housing and Finance"

As he stepped inside the luxurious office, he saw a woman behind the large, glassy office table. Her face was hidden behind the file she was reading.

" Ahemm hmm, Assalaam-O-Alaikum " He cleared his throat to draw her attention.

Hearing his voice, the lady put her file down.

It was like a flash, an electric flash, which spread currents through their bodies.

His beats ceased in recognition.

Her breaths stopped in realization.

His pulses quickened in appreciation.

Her nerves tingled in anticipation.

Behind the large, glass office table, she sat. Yes, she was none other than Kashish. His eyes grew wider and he stared
at her without blinking

Dressed in a plain, expensive full-sleeved white kurta and shilwar with matching broad Dupatta, she looked more graceful and lovelier than ever. And above all, that broad black scarf on her head gave her personality a unique, modest and an awesome touch.

He immediately turned away, without glancing at her again. He was about to pass the threshold when he heard her saying some thing.

" Mr.Sameer " Her voice gripped his feet. " If you wanted to meet " Kashish" you can sure leave the place, if you want. But if you had a meeting with ' Director of Finance and Housing ', I'm here. " Her words were wonderful, confident and very-matter-of-fact.

Slowly, he turned back to face her once again. For few moments, he said nothing. Then shaking his head he moved toward her table.

" Have a seat please " She said confidently.

He obeyed her silently.

" Nice to meet you here. What can I do for you ? " She said politely, a sober smile decorated her face as she spoke.

" Aw...well, I thought you already got my application. Our problem has come up with our accommodation. " His gaze flickered over her face and then briefly on the file present on the table.

" Oh yes, I remember now. But I didn't know it was you. " She said evenly.

" Does it make any difference. " He laughed sarcastically, turning his face in a primitive gesture of dislikeness.

" Not professionally but emotionally yes, it does. " She took off her glasses, as her chin came to rest on her closed, mingled fists.

" I see. What's more important for you ? " Suddenly he looked deep into her eyes. Peircing, thrusting, injurious, his gaze was dangerous.

" Profession for CSP officer, and emotions for Kashish Ali. " She said in a firm voice, her nostrils gently flared as she spoke.

" Aahaan. So I'm meeting with a " CSP Officer " now, right ? " He asked in a thick, harsh voice, a wounded smile playing on his lips.

" Right now and right here, Yes. "

" Like always, you change your standards according to the place and circumstances. I knew it. "  He gave her a hard look.

" We all change Mr.Sameer. Essence is the same though. "

He said nothing, just looked down at his hands, thinking some thing.

" I read your file in detail. " She opened the drawer of her table then picked up a red file. " I can suggest some alternatives if you like. " She set her smart, sober frame back on her nose and opened the file.

" I hate alternatives "  

" Do you ? " This time it was her turn to give him a frank, brave smile.

Her expression and meaningful remark made him uncomfortable.

" Anyways. In case you consider, I have this large and nice house in my area. The owner is leaving the place and is willing to sell it in the earnest. "

He didn't reply, though his face showed he was listening to her.

She looked down, watching him through her lashes, wishing she knew him better, understood him, could guess what he was thinking.

" I'm supervising their matter too. And I do know that you changed your house few weeks ago. I can understand your problem at a new place and in a changed atmosphere, specially when you have a little child like...... " She caught her tongue at the last moment.

Why she was getting personal ? When she had called herself professional.

" Who is the owner ? " He asked suddenly.

" Well.... " She stopped for a moment, as if searching for the right words. " We were the owners, but now a rich industrialist owns it. "

" What do you mean ? " He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

" We sold our Salman Villa about a month back. " She finally told him the shocking news.

" Why the hell........ " He couldn't say more.

She didn't reply either.

" But why ? Why uncle and aunty left that great place ?" His voice was husky, his tone painful.

" We didn't need a big house now. That place had now started to bite us. " Despite of all of her efforts, water began to flow in her eyes. " Besides, after Abbo's shattered business, we needed money too "

" But why you didn't tell me ? " The words were out before he could stop them. He hated himself for saying so.

" Tell whom ? You ? " She laughed quietly. " I guess the last time my parents saw you was about a year back, right ? "

He lowered his head, feeling truly embarrassed and ashamed of himself at the moment. His dispute was with Kashish, not with his uncle and aunty.

" Anyway " She closed the file casually. " Hope you could atleast think about what I said. I dare say, I can do something for you. " She added in a calm tone.

" How much he's demanding   ? " He asked, now looking directly into her eyes.

" About sixty lacs "

" Oh, that's too much. I don't have so much money " He let out a long, tired breath that clearly showed his disappointment.

" But atleast you can try ? " She glanced into his eyes, trying to find any hint of ambition. Her own eyes were twinkling with hope.

I wish, just I hope he could buy our old, beloved house. So that it won't belong to "others" now. She thought painfully.

A pause. She forced herself to wait.

" Okay, thanks. I'd think about that. " Breathing a long sigh, he stood up. Then glancing at her for the last time, he walked towards the office door.

Her eyes went after him, viewing his manly back and strong shoulders. He still wore his special old perfume. She could remember that. Despite of the lovely perfume, he had that typical air of masculinity which never seemed to leave him, always surrounding him in its magical circle.

Then something happened.

He turned back. He had to tell her this, if he was honest with himself. He couldn't control himself then.

She was still staring at him.

His eyes met hers, then started a bold battle.

His won.

" Well. Just in case if you don't know.... " He tried to say.

" Jee ? "

" This scarf looks good on your head "

And then, he was gone again, setting a pace that was surely against the laws and principles of her professionalism.

 
 

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" Hey Samia, how're you doing kitten ? " Anita gave a superior grin to the girl standing at the doorway.

The girl was in her early twenties with fair complexion and short dyed hair. She wore a white T-shirt and fitting blue jeans, which showed every curve of her body.

" Nothing. Just enjoying a typical Miami morning. " She tried to smile.

" Yeah, its about to rain." Anita threw a glance at the clouded sky. " You know baby, I just love it when it's pouring. "

" Hmmm " Samia said and lowered her head.

" So, excited for tonight ? " Anita asked excitedly.

" Not really. "

" Hey honey come on. What's the matter, huh ?" Anita asked, now looking directly into the eyes of younger girl.

" I... I don't know how to dance. "

" Nothing to it, Samia. Just takes practice. Hell, you can learn it, too.

" My..... my parents won't allow "

" Why the shit they won't ? Don't they trust you? "

" It's a long story. " Samia took a long breath. " I was brought up to be so prudish. A typical goody-goody girl. Unfortunately my parents are a bit narrow minded. "

" But why the hell they're ??? "

" Come on. Like you wont know. They're Pakiz yaar. " Samia told her with sheer embarrassment.

" I don't get you. Okay, I'm muslim too, but that doesn't mean I shouldn't enjoy the life. Come on yaar, don't be so conservative. "

" Its tough. "

" Nothing is tough, gal....... " Anita said emotionally.

" This is AMERICA my babe. Be what you're. Enjoy the life to its fullest. You've every right to do what you want. No one's gonna stop you here." Finishing her sentence, Anita took a little pause to see her effect on the younger girl's face.

Samia bit her lips, like she was trying to come to a certain conclusion.

" Come on, baby ... come on! Loosen up! " Anita was near her success.

" Okay " Samia took a long breath and finally smiled. " What's the program ? "

" Not much, hehe" Anita giggled. " A dance party with some delicious chicks, then some movies. The movies are a little spicy " She pressed her left eye naughtily.

" Okay, you've my word now. I would try my best to make it out."

" Thanks deary " Anita gave a light peck on her cheek. " I'm sure you're gonna love it as much as I do . "

" And hey... " Suddenly a warning tone came in Anita's voice. " For God sake don't come in your Paki cloths. This is West man. Didn't you see how people were making fun of you when you wore your stupid shilwar qameez that day . "

" Don't worry. It was a mistake. I now wear Paki cloths only at the weddings and religious occasions. " Samia smiled.

" That's my girl, hehe " Anita chuckled.

" Hiya, you two. Wassup ? Another feminine voice grabbed their attention.

They both turned to see a smiling blonde in a well-cut mini skirt.

She was Linda.

" Oh baby, G'day. Meet Samia, she's new here. Her family moved to States just a couple of years ago. "

" Hi honey . " Linda hugged Samia, lightly kissing her lightly on the cheek.

" Nice to meet you . " Samia smiled shyly.

" Same here, golly you're a pretty thing. Isn't she Anita ?" Linda grinned lively.

" Yes she is, after all she's my pal. " Anita laughed, then asked,  " So what you've been doing lately ? "

" Not much. What about you sugar? How's you boy friend going. That guy from Queens, umm I forgot his name..."   Linda tried to remember but her couldn't.

" Sabeeh Khan " Anita said harshly, making a bad mouth.

" Oh yeah. How's he ? "

" That bastard! Gosh. He thinks of me as a sixties sex godess or something "

" Eeewwww. What happened ? " Linda asked. " As far as I remember, you two were getting along pretty fine with each other. "

" Yeah, things were all right for a while, but they ... they dropped off."

" But you still date him, don't you? "

" Yeah he's behind me all the time like a fat puppy. Asking for another date. I don't know how to get rid of him." Anita's voice became colder.

" Ah, tell him it's the wrong part of the month" Linda winked naughtily.

" Shut up Linda. I'm damn serious. " Anita hissed in an angry tone." Besides... " A grin came to her lips. " It'd be a temporary excuse. "

" Did you tell Linda about your new proposal ? " Suddenly, Samia interrupted in between their conversation.

" WHAT??? Heyyyyy, you clever fox !!!!! " Linda screamed.

" Come on. Don't you know about Amir ? He proposed me. And tell you what, I'm seriously considering him. "

" Despite of knowing that he's nothing but a Good-For-Nothing son of a bitch. And how one gal has already kicked his butt. " Linda said sarcastically.

" Okay I know, he's been a little flirtatious. But atleast he's broad minded and educated. " Anita argued.

" What ? " Samia was confused. " Who kicked his ass ? "

" Ah, forget it. " Linda sighed. " She was the most wonderful gal, bravest lady in town. I never saw any gal like her. "

" Oh you mean she kicked Amir ? "

" Yeah, but why're you asking ? " Linda asked, her eyes growing wide with  the colour of naughtiness. " You like him too my pet, don't you? "

" No way " Samia said harshly. " I just know him as a guy who proposed Anita. "

" He's a pure Hollywood, you better believe it " Anita said, her tone showing how much impressed she was." His face, his hair, the rest of him..... think about that, buddy " She warned her. " And you'll never sleep a wink tonight, hehe "

" But Anita you have some other proposals too, from some nice Pakistani families living in states " Samia reminded her, ignoring her remark.

" Yeah. But they're typical mom's slave guys. I hate them. No life, no activity. They're boring yaar. They would want me to change " Anita lifted a hand to brush her black shoulder- length hair carelessly.

" So ? " Samia was confused. " I mean if they want some positive change, what's the big deal then ? "

" Yeah yeah whatever. I am who I am. I can't change myself for anyone. " Anita shrugged her shoulders, taking the cigarette case out of her jean's pocket.

Linda suddenly burst out laughing.

" Why're you laughing, you stupid ? " Anita yelled.

" Nothing. Your sentence just reminded me of some one."

" Oh your mean, her ? " Anita bent her head to show the flame to her cigarette.

" Yeah. "

" Oh my God. You two're driving me crazy. WHO WAS SHE ?" Samia shouted. It was not fair at all. They were not telling her the name of some popular girl. She hated this suspense and wanted to know.

Anita opened her mouth to blow a thick smoky puff then answered her,

" Her name was Kiran.

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" Make yourself comfortable, please" Mrs.Hasan smiled, motioning her toward the sofa. " Meanwhile I'll call him. Actually he just got back from his job and is now offering Isha prayers "

" Oh no problem Aunty. I'd wait for him. I'm pretty comfortable here " Kiran smiled back. " I just love these paintings." She added, as
she wandered around the spacious room admiring the paintings on the walls.

" One of Sameer's old passions. He's a great fan of art. " Mrs. Hasan told her.

" Yes, art of all kinds . " Kiran said under her lip.

" Did you say something ? "

" Oh nopes. I was saying, these works are just wonderful. " Kiran smiled again.

" Thank you daughter, now I'm going to inform him about you " Mrs.Hasan repeated and then left the dining hall.

Kiran turned back, still standing and waited.

She felt something strange. Her heart beat and her breaths had acquired a fast pace for some unknown reason.

She had waited a long time for this very moment. And now here she was, waiting for him again. These moments seemed to be the time of her life.

And then, with the approaching sounds of heavy but steady steps, she guessed the approaching figure was of a man. He was coming in her direction.

Footsteps came closer.

She stiffened, but tried to keep herself calm.

As she threw a final look on the fabulous land-scape painting in front of her, from the corner of her eye she saw a   broad-shouldered man on the far side of the dining hall.

She would know those shoulders anywhere, Kiran thought.

" Aadaab" He said gently, softly, slowly, carefully and respectfully. His voice was as soft as silk.

A voice which had the power to raise the hair on the back of one's neck.

Kiran turned.

Her heart did a flip-flop as she recognized Sameer. She could recognize him in billions.

She was used to good-looking men but standing beside her, elegant in plain white shirt and black pants, was a man to inspire poetry. Dark black eyes, wildly shining black hair, tanned skin, full mouth and a perfect height. A nice and neat frame-less glasses on his nose gave him a sober, experienced touch.

His hair was wet from the fresh wazoo. With a one-day old thick shave, and a tweedy black jacket which was slung over his shoulder, he didn't look formal at all. Nothing really fashionable or trendy about him. But that was his quality. To produce ' rareness ' in ' common ' things.

" Salaam Alakum " Words left her mouth automatically, as she stared at him.

" How're you ? " He asked in a low voice.

There was an authority in the way he stood, in the tilt of his head as he spoke. He was neither the typical young father she'd expected nor anything like the younger Sameer.

' I'm... fine . " She said with difficulty.

" Please, sit down. " He pointed toward the sitting arrangements.

" Oh thanks " Blankly, fighting with her annoying self, she moved to the nearby sofa. As she sat down, Sameer took his seat on the front sofa, exactly opposite to where she sat.

While she was sitting, he, for the first time, got a chance to study her closely.

His eyes became wide as he stared.

She wore a plain, sea-green, cotton jumper shilwar with dark green Dupatta which covered her upper front broadly. She had shown remarkable constraint in her use of cosmetics, adding only some blusher to her cheekbones, eyeliner, and a touch of light brown lipstick.

She was wearing heels and very nearly matched him for height.

Her face was as pretty and prominent as ever. Her walnut-shaped eyes were large and expressive, enhanced by the hint of some strange sadness in their depths.

As they both sat down, she got another chance to study him closely. Yes, this Sameer Hasan did look some what different than the Sameer Hasan she'd met few years ago.

" You've changed. " Her words left her tongue swiftly but fast. Admiration was clearly evident in her expression.

He laughed.

" Why Laughing? Did I say something funny ? "

" No. " His laughter changed into a wonderful smile as he stared at her. " Actually you're the first person who said that. Otherwise, I always hear people saying that I never change. "

" Come on Linda, men don't change, do they ? Not once they get over thirty " She remembered her arguement with Linda on the same topic.

She smiled back in silence.

" By the way, by "change" you meant my " looks ", right ? " Sameer raised his left eyebrow in a primal gesture of inquiry.

" Ah, well that too. But I hope this change is not limited to " looks " only. "

" Ah. " He sighed. " You now talk complicatedly"

" And you now talk easily "
She grinned.

" Acha " Her remark elicited a smile which softened the angles of his face, making him look more than attractive.

" And what about my side, do you notice any change at all ? Curiosity overtook Kiran's expression.

" Ah, certainly lady. It's been a privilege seeing you like this in your ' original ' form. " He smiled. " And you look positively reborn. " He added adoringly, peering at her through his sober spectacles.

" But you're getting too thin. What have you been doing to yourself ? " Sameer asked with a tone of concern.

" I'm not thin, just fashionably slim. " She protested.

" Alright, if you say so. "  He laughed gently

After few moments of killing silence, he finally asked.

" Enjoying your time in Pakistan ? "

" Yes, very much so. "

" Been here long ? "

" Oh I've only just arrived. About a week ago. " Kiran lowered her head, staring at her neatly trimmed nails.

" And where're you staying at ? "

" My Dad's cousin lives in Karachi. Not very far from here. "

"  I see. " He took a long breath. " So enjoying your stay ? "

" Very much, for sure. " Her smile was wonderful and that's why suited her personality too.

" You look good in glasses. " Her words left her mouth before she sould think.

" And look bad without glasses ? " A teasing tone crept into his voice.

" Nopes, may be even better " Kiran's sentence matched his.

He laughed, then murmured, " Thank you "

Again a long silence, which lasted for minutes.

" Oh well, you know what, your mom is just so graceful. " Atlast, she managed to say some thing.

" Thanks again " He laughed softly. She saw his even, white teeth.

" So what are you upto now? " He asked in a plain voice and simple tone.

" Beg your pardon ? "

" I mean what you've been doing back in states and what're your future plans ? " He explained.

" I've established a Pakistani school in N.J. Besides that, I'm preparing for the thesis of my Doctorate degree "

" Which kind of school is this, religious? " He inquired.

" Not really " She smiled. " It's a primary school, but different from other schools out there, as besides studies, we mainly concentrate on Eastern traditions and culture " Said Kiran. " As for religious school, I'd have to make myself a model religious lady first " She smiled.

" I absolutely agree " He murmured.

" But that's my next project. Hopefully, with the help of Allah, I'm planning to launch a unique Islamic school too. " She said firmly, her voice filled with an expression of determination.

"  That's awesome" He was clearly impressed. " You told me about your thesis. Which topic you have selected ? "

" Transgenerational effects of intercontinental migration"

  He laughed as she spoke.

" Why this laughing now? " She looked puzzled. Why he was laughing so much today ? Was he really happy after meeting her or was it just superficial?

" If you remember we argued over the same topic. "

" Yes I liked that. " Her reply had an expression of honesty and impression of likeness.

" Arguement or the topic ? " He raised his left brow, a teasing smile matched his tone.

" Both " This time it was her turn to laugh, as she answered him.

" Sameer baita, tea is ready " They heard his mother's voice from somewhere in the house.

" Right Ammi, we'll be there in a minute . " Sameer turned his head to reply.

" Hmmm " He let out a long breath. " Would you like to see my study ? "

" Sure, my pleasure " She grinned soberly, then followed him as he moved towards the other portion of the well-decorated house.

" Marvelous " Kiran commented, crossing the small square hall and following him into the study room. Her eyes took in the several beautiful pieces of antique furniture.

" Hey, I just hope I didn't make you bore or something. " Sameer asked, turning his face towards her.

" Not at all. " She shook her head finely. " It's been an honour actually. Meeting you after such a long time is just wonderful. " She said, as they both took their seats in the wide library room.

" So how did you find my address ?" He enquired, staring at her across the table which was present between them.

" I told you. My dad's cousin lives in your neighbourhood. His son, Shaheryaar helped me finding your house. " Kiran raised the pure white steaming tea cup of fine china in her right hand, brushing her hair with the other.

" I see. So how's America ? these days I mean "

" Cold " She sipped the tea with perfect sophistication.

" I thought so too. You live there alone? "

" Eternally single, that's me." Brushing her hair over one shoulder, she gave him a genuine smile.

" Why ? "

" Ah, well never got what I wanted. Besides..... " A sort of naughty smile came to her lips as she completed her sentence." I'll be an old maid soon. "

" I don't think so " He clearly refused her comment about herself.

" Acha, what do you think then ? " Her smile became bold, wild and dangerous.

" I.... well nothing " He tried hard to resist from getting into her obcessional trance.

" What do you want for yourself ? " He suddenly asked.

" You.... " Words slipped away before she could think.

" What ? "

" You.... knew I guess. "

" Knew what  ? " He was confused.

" About my expectations and ideal " She lifted a hand to push her hair back off her face.

" How could I ? You never told me. " He smiled.

" Well, okay " She smiled slowly. " Just search a simple, family-oriented guy for me, who's been raised in Pakistan. One, who could speak wonderful urdu and loves his religion, culture and motherland. "

He smiled but said nothing.

" Why smile ?  Do I expect too much ? "

" No. Your expectations are simple and nice. No doubt about that " He sipped his tea with delicate movement.

" And yes, the guy should be an ' inventive ' sort of a man, in ' every ' aspect, I mean "  She gave him another naughty smile.

His brows rose on her comment. He smiled back in silence.

" A man.... " She continued, " With whom I would like to share my life: someone whose integrity  I would never doubt, whose faithfulness I could take on trust. In short, a man of honour. " Her face had now acquired the most serious expression.

" Or to be more exact " She finally added " A man like " you " !! "

" Well " He sighed, then threw a brief glance on her face. " Though Masha'Allah, I dont see anything western in your looks, acts and gestures now, still I dont think that a guy like me would be appropriate for you. "

" Why do you say that ? " Her question was rapid.

" Still, many differences like... " He stopped, searching for the right words to explain himself. " You can't blame me for being out off. I mean what future is there for us? You're one of the super-rich and I'm an ordinary guy economically."

" I'm still Kiran. " Her response was spontaneous. " For goodness' sake don't let my stupid money come between us. "

" Well, but you shouldn't spoil your future. I mean I'm a widower, a thirty-two year old father of a little girl "

" So what ? "  She said thickly. " Still this ' widower' is much... much better than many so called ' virgin ' guys I know. " She was determined to argue on every point he raised.

" Acha " He smiled softly. " Anyways, I'm glad you're here "

" Yes " She sighed, keeping the tea-cup on the table. " Only now I realized that Pakistan was the centre of my dreams, I always loved it, adored it. I was just not prepared to admit it before. "

" I appreciate you for that. " He looked at her thoughtfully. " How do you see Pakistan. I mean if I ask you to define it in two words, would it be tough for you ? " His question was deep but she smiled.

"  A land of sacrifice " She said with confidence. " I wish I could give some sacrifice for this land. But tell me, do we always need to give sacrifice to express our love ? "

" Hmmm " He looked at her with pure admiration. It was true, this Kiran who sat in front of him was not the one he had left in Florida. She was much different now. Not just in looks, but in every thing.

" Actually, I personally think that love is another name of Sacrifice. " But before he could say further, his own sentence brought him back to those sweet memories.

A twelve-year-old girl was telling him something.
" I remember grand mother once told me that those who have sacrificed their lives for our country, for the love they had for it, they now live in heavens, above all. It means they have raised themselves above all, don't you think? "

" Hey, I didn't know my question was so difficult that you're taking so long to answer, hehe " Kiran's voice made him realize who he was and where he was.

" Oh " He smiled sadly. " I was thinking some thing. "

" Thumhari ghar bhoot achi hei " Suddenly Kiran's voice, accent and tone shocked him, surprised him. And above all what surprised him most was the language she speaking in. Yes, she had said the sentence in ' urdu '.

" I can't believe you said that" Sameer gasped.

" Why ? Did I say something wrong ? "

" No. It's.... it's...so cute, just so wonderful. You speaking urdu I mean. Wow "

" Were there any mistakes ? If yes, then can you please correct ? " Kiran asked in a worried tone.

" Not really " He smiled. " But it should be like,  " Tumhara ghar buhut acha hai "

" Thanks. " She smiled lively. " I've been taking Urdu classes and am determined to learn it. "

" I'm sure you'll learn it fast, Insha'Allah. "

"  I hope so " She wished, then said, " You know, I just love the way you speak urdu. And I adore the way you read it, specially when you tell all those beautiful stanzas of Urdu poetry in your typical style . "

" That's nothing unique of me. Lots of Pakistani men can do that. Anyways, thank you " He thanked her with a sober smile.

Again a long pause. A steady silence. No one was not looking at the other, and yet knew the condition of the other.

" So why this sudden change ? what makes you change your decision ? " She asked, noticing his classical straight nose and the generous curves of his mouth and brows.

" Which decision ? " He asked, giving her a look which contained confusion.

" Aunty told me, you're now ready for the second marriage. "

" Because it's become enough. I'm tired out. " His voice gave her the proof of what he was saying. He looked tired too. She had never seen him look even reomotely weary before, but there seemed to be lines of strain around his face that she couldn't fail to see.

" I didn't think you could tire. I imagined you were automatic. " She stared at him. His chest hair visible in the V of his shirt.

The words just came out without thought and she flushed with embarrassment as soon as they had left her tongue. He laughed, though, the sound bubbling up in his throat.

" Insult or praise? I'm not sure how to take that "

" I'm not sure why I said it. I don't normally make personal remarks. " Kiran felt sudden embarrassment.

" You don't normally make remarks at all." He was watching her closely. " But you're different tonight "

"  I hope different in positive way ? " She said while giving him a look that wanted his confirmation.

" Ofcourse " He said, as he sipped the last of his tea.

It would have been nice to show him that she too, could inspire personal loyality. Kiran found she wanted to impress him. Wanted his respect.

" I was sorry to hear about your wife. I feel really bad for her. I mean she was just twenty five and.... " Kiran's eyes reflected sincere grief. She tried but couldn't find the right words to show her feelings to him.

He sighed but said nothing. Though the hard and hurting expression on his face told her the untold sad story.

" Oh I forgot to tell you Sameer, " She suddenly said with a real broad smile. " Your daughter is sooo cute, so beautiful. I fell in love with her the instant I saw her."

" Yes... she is just like her aunt. " The sentence made its way before he could try his potential to stop it.

He regretted this very moment.

" What ? who ? her aunt.... who is she ? "

" She has an aunt too, younger sister of my wife. " He stole his eyes.

" Oh yeah, I remember now. " Kiran breathed. " Her name was something like Kash.... "

" Kashish "

" Oh yes. What does it mean by the way. It sounds really cool and unique. "

" It means... ' attraction '.

"  Wow " Kiran exclaimed with interest.

He didn't reply this time. His eyes slid away to some distant point.

" Do you love her ? " She was sudden, her question was unexpected and her tone was shocking.

His mouth fell open, eyes became wide, like he couldn't believe his ears.

All the while, she watched him closely, deeply.

He was about to say something when the telephone bell broke the dangerous silence between them.

" Excuse me " He stood up from his place and picked up the phone.

" Sameer Hasan here "

" Oh Shahroz is this you ? " His voice became loud with excitement.

" Man how're you, long time no see yaar  " He said, Kiran watched him keenly as he talked. Liking the way he expressed his surprising condition.

" Really, are you getting married ? " Sameer blinked in surprise.

" But with whom ? "

" Wow, what a co-incidence. Yeah I know Muskaan. She was a friend of my wife. Anyways, congratulations in advance."

" Don't worry, I would definitely attend the wedding in Lahore, Insha'Allah. " He added, smiling.

" And hey don't just send the card only. You too should come along with the card. " He laughed.

" Take care, see you, Allah Hafiz " Saying this, he hang up the phone.

" Your friend ? " Kiran raised her brows.

" Yeah, Shahroz Ahmed, one of the best guys. He's getting married next week, in Lahore. "

" Oh I see, must be wonderful for him " She smiled.

" Yeah for him it sure is. However, I don't know about the girl though " Sameer's face acquired a strange, weird smile.

" Who's the girl ? "

" One of my wife's friends, a very nice girl. We call her Muskaan "

 
 

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" Try to undersand Muskaan. You should atleast see him once. " Wafa said, taking Muskaan's hand in hers.

" It doesn't matter for me now. I trust Allah, my parents and you too. All of you guys like him, so would I . " She turned her face away.

" Don't be stupid Muskaan. Okay, Shahroz Ahmed is a nice guy, but he's not "him" Wafa said, feeling really angry for this stubborn girl who happened to be her closest friend.

" What the hell do you mean by ' him " ?

" You know very well, what I meant by that " Wafa said plainly.

" Shut up Wafa. There was nothing between me and Jahanzaib ever. If there was something, it was from his side. I never ever thought of him." Muskaan replied thickly.

" Always remember my words Muskaan " Wafa sighed, her eyes glistening with deep sympathy. " It's better to lose your pride with someone you love rather than lose that someone you love with your useless pride. "

" I DON'T LOVE HIM, did you hear that? " Muskaan shouted in pure anger.

" Sorry I don't agree. You're denying yourself. Don't be so blunt with yourself Muskaan. It's the matter of your own happiness. I just don't understand why you don't accept the fact that you like him." Mushkbaar interrupted for the very first time.

" Haa, ' like him ' and me ? " She blew air from her mouth forcefully. " Phew, it would be the last and the worst thing I'd ever be doing.... humph. "

" Stubborn, bad girl. You'll destroy yourself. " Mushkbaar added.

" Yeah you're gonna hurt youself in the end. It's the matter of your whole life. Infact two lives. " Wafa was determined to convince her .

" You don't how do I feel when I face him. " Muskaan lowered her eyes.

" Okay then tell us, how do you feel ? " Wafa raised her brows.

" I feel like Red Riding Hood, "

" I see, and what do you think of him " Wafa tried her best to hide the smile which was about to come on her face.

" Big bad wolf " Muskaan said unevenly.

Wafa and Mushkbaar laughed simultaneously.

" He's a self-centered, pompous man . " Muskaan closed her fists, her voice cold, her tone harsher.

" Think again, Muskaan. He's here, you have your choice" Mushkbaar smiled meaningflly.

" What ??? who's here ? "

" Jahanzaib, ofcourse. "

" Why on earth did you invite him here ?" Muskaan felt like a totally left out little girl who was unaware of every thing.

" To attened your marriage. He really wanted so. His whole family is here." Wafa told her.

" Okay, what ever. "

" Oh Allah, Muskaan, my sister you're going to spend your whole life with a total stranger, just because you want to take revenge from Jahanzaib ?? " Mushkbaar tried her best.

" And yes, what kind of revenge is that and why ? Revenge, because he's interested in you ??" Wafa didn't give her a chance to answer Mushkbaar.

" Answer me, Muskaan. "

" Oh God.. " She screamed, keeping his hands on her ears.

" One more word from you gals and I 'm gonna do something really terrible. Get out of here. Will you , please, ? " Muskaan began to cry.

Wafa and Mushkbaar exchanged meaningful glances and then silently decided to leave her alone in the room.

" Before we go, we just wanted to inform you that be ready for shopping today. We'd be heading to Liberty in the evening, we're not done with your shopping and jewelry yet. " It was the last sentence which Mushkbaar said, then they both left her room.

" Oh Allah " She took hold of her bursting head with both of her hands. Why, why they just don't understand me ?

" And why not YOU understand some thing, hmmm ? "

It was a familiar voice.

" Huh " Trying to catch her breath, she quickly turned around to find any one standing there. But there was no one. She was alone in her own room with its closed door.

" Where did this sound come from ? " She thought, totally confused.

Only then if she could notice the fast, strong beating of her tender ' heart ', she could know the source of this sound.

 
 

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" Hello, is this Miss.Kashish speaking ? " A female voice came from the other side of the phone.

" Yes, this is Kashish Ali "

" Oh Miss.Kashish, welcome to Islamabad. When did you arrive here ?

" Just yesterday "

" So do you already know the schedule of the conference or should I brief you ? "

" Oh yes I know, thanks. But could you please tell me how long would I have to stay here in Islamabad ? "

" Miss.Kashish, just couple of days. You don't need to attend all the sessions. "

" Okay. Thanks alot. "

As she put down the receiver, she sighed loudly.

Her hands involuntary reached up to touch her cheeks. Not surprisingly, her face was wet.

Slowly, she wiped the tears off her cheeks, regaining control of herself.

I don't even realize it when I begin to cry. She thought painfully and headed towards the basin in the wash room.

She splashed cold water on her face to remove traces of tears.

I wish... I just wish this cold water could remove the tears which are present inside the human body. But in vain, it only removes external marks. She thought, as she reached the beautiful terrace of the hotel she was staying in.

Lonliness, at times, is such a wonderful companion. Some times it removes the need to see the mirror. As it, itself, is a mirror of a personality. Very clear, neat and bright.

For Kashish, this lonliness had three consecutive phases.
Initinally it was a need for her. Then it became a habit and now this lonliness was like an addiction for her. It had even become a leader for her, guiding her through various circumstances , giving her the power to make various confident decisions.

But there were times, when even this lonliness seemed to bother her more than any thing else.

And then, her only companion was " his " memories.

His most recent memory was of the day when he had come to help her while Kisa had left all of them forever. The way his arms had held her, comforting and protecting her in the shocking afterwarmth of the news, had formed a bond between them that nothing could ever break.

She inhaled the sharp, clear mountain air, pine scented, edged with coldness.

The serrated outline of the Margala Hills was etched sharply against the backdrop of summer blue sky as she stepped in the terris. She lifted her gaze to the distant peaks.Their slops were lush green with thick Pine forests. The intense blueness of a cloudless sky appeared to mock the bleak propspect of her future.

She sighed, putting her her head on the hard wall behind her, she closed her eyes.

The next instant, he emerged from somewhere. He had his arms crossed over his chest and was smiling wonderfully.

She raised from her place and finally stood facing him, his wide black eyes unreadable.

Then, suddenly, his expression began to change. Next, his face became serious. And then gradually, an angry look overtook his facial expressions.

" Why did you do this to me, hmm ? " He asked harshly.

She couldn't reply. She just stared at him blankly.

There was so much pain and sorrow on his face that she couldn't see more of him.

Even his sight was hurting.

Suddenly, afraid of herself, she closed her eyes.

" I'm sorry Sameer." She said gruffly, atlast giving way to her heart.

" I don't believe I did this ... but I had to. "

Hidden birds chirped in the towering pine trees that edged the road below.

She opened her eyes.

He was not there. He was no where.

" No Sameer, No. I can't let you go like this. " She screamed in silence.

But there was no one to hear her cries, to consider her protests, to relieve her pains, to heal her wounds.

She paused a moment to draw a couple of long deep breaths of cold air. Nothing had changed, she told himself. She had only thought it might, but it hadn't, so everything was just the way it had always been. Except that now she knew what it felt like to have her heart torn out by the roots.

Stifling an uncontrollable sob, Kashish raised her fist to her mouth and shook her head violently, then broke from the terris and ran quickly to her room, shutting the door behind her.

 
 

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It was eight-o-clock in the morning and Sameer was fixing breakfast
when the sound of door bell interrupted his thoughts.

" Who this could be ? " He glanced at the playing figure of little Saba beside him, then left the kitchen.

" Oh you, " A long breath escaped his lungs as he opened the door, only to find the smiling face of Kiran in front of him.

" May I come in Sir ?" She asked in a tone as if he won't allow, she'd leave right from the door.

" Ofcourse, Madam " He gave way to her.

" Ummm, what are you cooking- it smells great " She sent him a wide-eyed, innocent look.

" Actually I was fixing breakfast. "

" Oh really? That's cute " She said, as she stepped past him into the living room.

" What 's cute? break fast or me ? " His smile was very meaningful.

" Aww.... you clever man. " She laughed. " Where is Aunty ? "

" She's in her room, reading newspaper. "

" Oh, let me say Salaam to her first. " Kiran said, glancing round the elegant drawing-room and smartly tossing back her mane of ash-brown hair.

She stopped outside Mrs.Hasan's room and knocked. On hearing her call, she inched the door open, peeped in and smiled before finally letting herself go in.

" Assalaam-O-Alaikum Aunty, hope I didn't disturb you at the breakfast time, though I know I have, hehe. " She laughed softly.

" Not at all. How's my daughter ? " Smiling, Mrs.Hasan took Kiran's hands in hers, as she sat beside her on the bed.

" I'm fine, Aunty, you tell me, Aap ka Tabiyat kaisa hei ?? "

" Oh so cute, hehe " Mrs.Hasan warmly pressed her hands. " You look even more cute when you talk in urdu.  I'm fine baita, alhumdolillah "

" That's good. " Kiran put her hands over the elder woman's with genuine affection.

" You know I called your parents yesterday. Your father and mother both were really happy to talk to me. " Mrs.Hasan smiled. " You father does know Sameer. "

" Yes, he'd met him, when we were in university. " Kiran said.

" I talked about few more things. " A meaningful smile was now playing on Mrs.Hasan's lips.

" Acha, like what ? " Kiran asked innocently.

" Hmm, like they said, they won't have any objection, if you say yes. " Mrs.Hasan's smile grew deeper.

" About what Aunty ? " At first Kiran couldn't understand what Sameer's mother wanted to tell her.

" Will you marry my son, Kiran baiti ? "

" Oh" A long gasp tore free from Kiran's throat. She felt stunned and paralyzed at her place.

After few seconds the impact of what the older woman had said, brought a rush of colour to her cheeks.

And then, without knowing what she was doing or what was happening to her, something really wonderful took place for the very first time in her life.

She wanted to say something, wished she could open her mouth, but her trembling lips refuse to help her tongue.

But at the moment, her lips were not the only things that betrayed her, as her lashes too, began to dance up and down.

Yes, she was blushing. Blushing, like a pure eastern Pakistani girl is supposed to blush.

Mrs.Hasan looked equally pleased at her reaction.

" I'm delighted, delighted. " Mrs.Hasan was beaming from ear to ear.

She lost her words. She had never felt this kind of shyness. Redness coloured her cheeks, her lashes suddenly felt so heavy that she had to close them for a while.

" Oh, Ammi, I think Sameer is waiting for me there. " Grinning with shyness and still keeping her eyes low, she went out.

" Oh Allah, " She said to herself as her breaths grew normal. " What happened to me !!! " She smiled.

On her way to the kitchen, she saw another room. It's door was open. Though it was against her ethics, but the beauty of the well-furnished and well-decorated room made her change her mind as she entered the room. It was Sameer's room, she realized as she glanced at his big framed-portrait hanging over the wall. It was not a bed-room in real sense, as besides a bed and attached bath, it also had a study table, few chairs and a computer.

She glanced around, silently praising Sameer's choice even in little things too. She was about to turn back when some thing caught her eyes. Completely lost in the trance of what she saw, she moved towards the partially open cupboard. As she neared the cupboard to open its door completely, she saw it was a picture of a cute, attractive girl. The smiling girl hardly looked more than twenty-five.

She must be Kisa, Sameer's wife. Despite of the fact that Kiran had never seen her in real, she had no difficulty in recognizing Kisa when she compared the picture with the image she had in her mind, the image which she had formed after what Mrs.Hasan and Sameer had told her about Kisa.

Praising the beauty of this long-haired girl, she lifted the picture from the shelf to observe it more closely. Only then she realized there was some other picture present behind it. Unable to control her curiosity, she straightened it and gasped.

Kiran had never seen such a beautiful face. So much innocence, so much loveliness, such a fabulous grace, and yet she didn't look more than a teenager.

Infact, Kiran decided, She was just like a big doll, so cute, so fragile and yet so alive. For some unknown reason, her face looked familiar to her. She wondered where she had seen her and then sighed.

Yes, she now knew why this girl looked so much familiar. Her face was very much similar to Saba's.

" So, you are Kashish !!! " Kiran breathed, then slowly placed both the pictures back on their original position.

Sameer was bending over the frying pan to give the golden puffy eggs another look, when he heard Kiran's voice.

She was calling Saba.

" She's here. "
Sameer said. " Wait for us at the dining table, break fast is ready. We'd be there in a minute. "

He scooped Saba up and carried her to the table.

Kiran was waiting for her with her arms spread wide. She took Saba gently from him and saw him cleaning the table.

" Hey, can I help ? " She
asked him, kissing the
top of baby's head.

" Na na, you're guest here " He gave her a bit naughty smile

" Ahaan, that's interesting " She caressed Saba's hair softly.

In his next round, he carried the tray which contained tea cups, and the tea-pot. Bread, jam, milk and juices were already present at the table.

When he turned for his last round, Kiran couldn't keep herself silent any more.

" Oh God, Sameer, what else's remained now ? "

" Omelets, " He called back. He  turned back to the stove, cut off the heat, and served the omelet up on two plates he'd set on the sideboard.

" So, janaab, how're you this morning. " Sameer smiled as he took his chair opposite to hers.
" Hey, you didn't start to eat ? "

" I'm fine. " She ruffled Saba's hair, as the baby girl sat in her lap, drinking the milk from her bottle.

" I already had a big heavy breakfast before I left for your home." She told him. " I ate ' Paraatha and poori '

" Oh yes,  that sure is heavy " Sameer laughed lightly, as he slowly gulped his tea.

Though he insisted alot, she hardly ate anything.

The rest of the breakfast was silent, with both of them silently searching for the right words to begin.

" No no, don't do that. " He tried to stop her as she began to clear the empty plates and dishes from the table.

But she didn't pay any attention. While he nibbled the last slice of toast, she cleared the whole table and stacked the dishes in the sink.

After the breakfast, Sameer handed Saba to his mother, then came to stand at the door of his kitchen. There she was, working so "un-formally".

The sight of her working like this in his own home, so casually, so usually, fascinated him. He didn't know why.

The sight was wonderful. She made it even more attractive by what she wore at the moment.

She wore a light pink, printed kurta shilwar of Georgette. A big, broad V-shaped red dupatta covered her gracefully.

He knew these outfits would be cute on her, but he just didn't realize how cute.

" So you're wearing these eastern cloths just in Pakistan or ? " He couldn't help himself asking, though left his question unfinished, as if to see her response first.

" Yes. I'm so proud, I have stopped wearing western cloths since the last couple of years. No cheap masculine cloths, no jeans, not sick trousers." She turned to him for a second, smiled, then resumed her work.

" Wow, I'm impressed. So what do you wear then ? "

" I usually prefer Saarhi, though it is not purely islamic either but it's far better than cheap english cloths. Other than that, I like Kurta shilwars. " She said, fixing the glasses in the stand. She had impressed him, she couldn't believe her fortune.

" I'm sure it's been a long and tough way for you. " Sameer wondered.

" Yeah. Initially, it sure was tough. People tried to make fun of me. But I didn't give a damn. No one else lives his or her life for me, why should I care ?" Kiran turned back to the sink, finished rinsing the dishes, and then put them in the dish washer.

" I really appreciate you for that . "

" You know Sameer, before I met you, I always wondered if a man existed who didn't mentally undress a girl when he first met her. " She said, drying the remaining dishes, then putting them in a kitchen stand.

" Really ? Well alhumdolillah there are many men like me who don't view women in that respect. I'm not the only one like that. " Sameer crossed his arms over his chest, still standing at the doorway of the kitchen.

" Well, may be you're right. But I've now realized that it's us ' women ' who give men chances to do so, revealing our bodies. " She replied.

" Well " Atlast done with the kitchen job, she turned back to face him once again. " Shall we go now ? "

" Sure " He left door for her and followed her to the living room.

" So, how's your thesis going ? " He asked with a long breath.

He had now gone to stand by the open window, and his features were etched against the bright, shiny sun-light. A broad forehead of an intellectual--- a comparison heightened by the thin-rimmed spectacles that were as much as part of him as the silver encircling his wrist, the slimmest watch in the world. His nose, like his charecter was firm and unyielding, chin and mouth equally determined. A man not to be taken lightly, she decided again.

" Pretty fine, thank you. I'm gathing more information about the social and cultural problems ."

" Problems in Pakistan ? " He asked, not turning to her yet.

" Problems don't exist in Pakistan only. We asians living abroad have our own kind of problems. "

" Like what ? " Though he knew those problems, but for some reason he wanted to know her own, personal point of view.

" Like brought-up of children in an Islamic and eastern atmosphere, which's very tough out there. " She told him. " Plus marriage. Most ' Aunts ' over there have fixed double standards for this, they're playing with their children's emotions. I have seen such ' Aunts ' insulting Pakistan and its people but when their "American" sons grow up, they search girls from Pakistan for them, ignoring us girls living there. Such guys and their moms are kidding us, making us fool. "

Sameer couldn't believe his ears. It was ' Kiran ' who was pointing out all these bitter facts and social draw backs of western society with respect to Pakistanis.

" We have been told that Pakistani men are chauvinists. As a result, now some of us gals are suffering from this so called Paki-male syndrome. " She added.

" Sounds like you've thoroughly researched the subject " Sameer said with pure interest. " But why do you talk about girls only ?

" Because I personally think that the role of a woman is more important than man's regarading the new generation and their future. If we want better human beings, we would have to make good mothers first. " Kiran talked confidently. That was her hall mark, she never seemed to lose her confidence regardless of the time, place and the subject.

" I absolutely agree " Sameer nodded in agreement.

" It's a silent, secret conspiracy against the Pakistani girls growing up in the west, and mainly their own parents are responsible for that. Our brains have been washed. We have been taught that Pakistani men are narrow minded, rude and arrogant. " Kiran said softly, despire of the seriousness of the matter, her tone was still very calm and gentle.

" But that doesn't apply as a rule, not all families are like that " Sameer raised a valid point on the subject.

" Ofcourse all fingers are not alike, and this is not the case with every family living there. But it's still the fact that their number is increasing day by day."

Their mutual discussion turned towards other things as well as they compared notes on books, art and current affairs.

"  I must go now. I've to meet my cousins this afternoon. " Saying this, she stood up.

" Thanks, Kiran. Thanks for your time  "

" That's my line. " She grinned.

" But hey, wait, I've to say Khuda Hafiz to Aunty . " Smiling, she went to his mother's room.

When she returned after few moments, she had a wonderful but somewhat shy smile on her lips. She looks more unique now, Sameer decided as he took another detailed look of hers.

" Acha khuda hafiz. " She said, giving him her typical, feminine smile.

" Would you like to have dinner with us ? " His words were out before he could stop them and she seemed to be rooted to the spot.

Slowly, she turned to face him again.

" Invite me again, slowly and calmly. " She ordered in a sweet, soft tone. Her eyes intent on his face. " Please be careful what you say. "

" I thought you might like to have dinner with us "

" That'll be great! But when? "

" How about tonight? " He asked, his eyes gleaming with hope.

" Hmm not sure about tonight. What about tomorrow ?" She asked back.

" Hmmm, as you wish. And make it around nine p.m,  unless you have something better to do!" Sameer suggested.

" No I don't have any thing particular in my schedule yet. " She said.

" Okay, so then........ lady would you mind giving us the precious pleasure of your sweet company at the dinner tomorrow? " He was smiling now.

All the while, she was watching him closely, seriously, a smile growing slowly along her lips.

" Thank You. I'd like to."

 
 

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" What's the matter Muskaan ? " Mushkbaar reiterated.

" Not a thing" She said tightly. "Just a loss of sleep "

" Is that all ? " Mushkbaar expelled a sigh of relief, as three of them walked towards the parking of their huge house.

" I told you naa ? " Muskaan replied unevenly, raising her brows at her twin sister.

As they reached the parking, she saw a new car parked near the main gate.

" Where are we going ? " Muskaan asked, confused. " This is not our car. "

" Yes, it's not our car, but today we would go in this one " Mushkbaar said, without glancing at her.

" But why ?" Muskaan asked, but before she could get the answer of her question she saw a man, standing beside the car with his back on them.

" Who's this ? " Before Muskaan could finish her sentence, he turned back.

He was Jahanzaib.

" Assalaam-O-Alaikum " He murmured slowly, his voice was surprisingly soothing and gentle today.

As he turned, she got a good look at him.

With his bright, dark lashed black eyes, his noble features and splendid voice, he was perfect in his looks.

Wafa and Mushkaabar replied to his Salaam, but she didn't. She just couldn't, and she didn't know why.

His chest rose and fell but he didn't say a word after his salaam, and she fancied she could see the fabric of his shirt expand and contract with the beat of his heart.

She tried to ignore the distracting sight of his muscular arms revealed by his rolled-up shirt sleeves.

" Where are our own cars ? " She turned to Mushkbaar.

" One is with Abbo, Ammi is using the second one, and the third one's engine had some fault. " Mushkbaar said as if nothing was unusual. Opening the front door of the car, she seated herself in. Wafa followed her instantly.

Muskaan bit her lip but said nothing.

There was no choice for her now, except to get in some thing which was ' his ' property.

With an unusual silence, Jahanzaib shifted his car into the gear and they moved out of the house.

As Muskaan sat beside Wafa, she tried her best to not to glance at him, all the while looking out of the car through the window.

But it was impossible for Jahanzaib to do the same. He just couldn't help himself from looking at such a nice, lovely face. Her hair was undone, dancing along the evening breeze coming through the car window.

From time to time, he threw brief glances at her but never got any response in return. She was not even looking at him. His heart sank.

Muskaan's condition was no different. Though, she didn't look at him but was supremely conscious of him.

It was understandable to her that she and Jahanzaib weren't talking, but what made her even more confused was that even Wafa and Mushkbaar were silent for some strange reason.

The killing silence began to bite her.

As if knowing her condition, he inserted a C.D in the player. Stereo began to spread romantic notes in the atmosphere of the car.

Kabhi tou Nazar milaao

Kabhi tou Qareeb aao

Jo Nahin kaha hai

Kabhi tou Samajh bhi jaao

How true, He thought. The song seemed to translate his own feelings at the moment. Biting his lips and trying to control himself, he looked at her through the back-view mirror.

This was the moment he was waiting for.

Listening to the meaningful song, Muskaan felt uncomfortable and as she shifted on her seat, her eyes met his through the back mirror.

Hum bhi tou hain tumhaarey....

Deewaaney,,,, haan deewaaney

She froze at her place, turned to a stone statue. She forgot to breath, forgot to take even her gaze away. His eyes stole her breaths. Black and intense with emotions. His eyes were so powerful, they had almost hypnotized her.

He was always far too quick at noticing her reactions. That was even more worrying. You might almost think he could read her mind, and that made her shiver. Was he on her wavelength? Could he sense what was happening inside her? Or was it just that women were always reacting to him like that? No this couldn't be the case here as Wafa and Mushkbaar didn't seem to find him a bit irritating. Infact she'd always seen the two girls laughing and enjoying his company.

After few moments, like he knew her condition, his eyes left hers.

Hum ne tum ko dekhtey hi Dil diya

Tum hi socho, Tum ne Hum sey kiya, Kiya

Mera dil na toro

Kabhi Dil sey dil mila lo

Hum bhi tou hain tumhaarey....

Deewaaney,,,, haan deewaaney

He wasn't looking at her now, but grimly concentrating on the road.

After few more minutes, they had reached the gorgeous shopping mall of Lahore known as Liberty. It was not an Eid season or a time for some festival and yet there was so much rush and lights that it felt like that tonight was " Chaand Raat", a traditional Pakistani moon night.

As soon as he parked the car, Wafa and Mushkbaar climbed out of the car quickly, like if they'll not do so, some thing bad will happen. Their behaviour surprised and shocked Muskaan. Why they were ignoring her ? What was her fault ?

Jahanzaib locked his door and then without glancing at her, he followed Wafa and Mushkbaar towards the main building of the shopping centre.

Biting her lower lip, Muskaan slowly opened the door and placed her feet on the ground.

" I'll see both of you, Wafa and Mushkbaar !!! " She murmured toughly, anger flowing through her vains. Taking her purse out, she locked the door and then shut it with force.

But as she tried to walk forward, some thing stopped her. She turned and gasped.

She had been arrested in a tough, weird situation. One end of her big, long red Dupatta had been slipped inside the car, without her noticing it. And now with the door closed and locked, she was in an impossible situation. Half of the dupatta was on her body, and half of it was inside the locked car.

She tried to pull it, but it was tightly enclosed. It was clear that applying more force will tear it apart. She didn't know what to do or what to think. She could leave the Dupatta there but her modesty, her brought-up, her manners, her grace didn't allow her to walk in front of people without her Dupatta on.

" OH, Allah help me " She prayed silently. Tears of helplessness filled her eyes.

With pure frustration, she turned around and then, there was him, Jahanzaib, coming to her, to help her, to take care of her.

" Is anything wrong ? " He stared at her in concern.

" My, my..... dupatta got hooked in the door. " She stammered.

" Oh" He breathed, then taking the key out of his pocket, he unlocked the door.

His fingers touched the corner of her Dupatta. Bending beside her, he placed one of his knee on the ground.

His gesture was remarkable. It impressed her

His act was sincere. It made her heart melt in the most weird way.

After his efforts for few minutes, he finally mananged to pull it free from the hook of the door. But he didn't say a word as he rose. Instead, slowly, he moved to stand in front of her.

And then, with slow, deliberate movements, he raised his Dupatta in his hands, putting it gently, modestly on her head.

It was just like a slow-motion. Lifting her head completely, she suddenly found herself trapped by a pair of impossibly black eyes looking back at her. Something in their azure depths called to her soul. Her heart ceased to beat. She found herself getting lost in the real mirage of his personality.

If she'd thought things moved in slow-motion before, now she wondered if all activity had ceased. He was so near, that she could smell the masculine fragrance of ' Eternity ' emitting from his body.

" You know what Muskaan, " His words felt like silk. " Perhaps you think I'm a bad guy or some thing."

Then without waiting for her answer, he continued. "  If I tease you, it doesn't mean I don't respect you. "

She just stood there, speechless, hearing his touchy whispers.

" Those days at Faraz bhai's wedding were very memorable for me....mainly because of you. " Completing his sentence, he took his hands off her Dupatta, then turned back in silence.

Blood rushed to her face. The tension between them might have been generated by anger but it was something else now.

She had never seen this aspect, this look of Jahanzaib.

Their shopping went on for three hours. Jewelry, cloths, cone-Mehndi, make-up kits and then bangles, they didn't miss a single thing. Wafa and Mushkbaar did note Muskaan's unusual silence but didn't comment as if they knew that it would be useless. During whole time Muskaan couldn't control her heavily beating heart. From time to time, she threw brief glances on him but their eyes never met again.

Once they all were inside the car, Mushkbaar glanced at her watch

" Jahanzaib Bhai it's dinner time now ! " 

" Sure " He said softly, igniting the engine and shifting the car into reverse." What you ladies would like for dinner ? '

" Hmm, what about Siri-Payey ? " Wafa said, smiling.

" Oh... well they're sort of hard to eat and heavy to digest. " Mushkbaar said.

" Come on. Once in a blue moon, it's okay to try those foods, specially when Jahanzaib is in Lahore with us. " Wafa said, looking at Muskaan at the same time.

Muskaan turned her face away to glance out of the car's window.

They ate Siri-Paaya at the famous spot of Lahore, called as " Phujja Payey Wala ".

They didn't speak on the way back. There was a long, tense silence. Muskaan was dry-mouthed and dumb, her ears beating with the sound of own blood.

She leaned back in her seat, angry with herself for letting him get to her again. How on earth had it happened, this time? She had been angry with him one minute and breathless the next, and it was without rhyme or reason.

She was going crazy; it was the only explanation.

 
 

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The night had been warm and her excitement high, as Kiran prepared herself for the dinner. For tonight, she had choosed to wear a kurta shilwar suit of fine lenin. Being plain and indigo in colour, the outfit made her
complexion   extremely fair, with just a hint of pink showing through the velvety skin of her cheekbones. Brown lipstick made her full lips more prominent. She braid her hair into a coronet and with circlet of pearls around her neck, presented a perfect image of a noble dinner-lady.

Just after an hour, she was ringing the the bell of his not-very-large but smart house, her heart doing its usual flip-flop as Sameer opened the door and smiled down at her.

" Aadaab " He said softly.

" Wa'alaikum Aadaab, hehe " Her voice revealed her happiness.

" You look wonderful tonight. " He murmured, admiration evident in his eyes.

Fresh colour flamed in her cheeks.

" Thanks, you too, " She smiled.

Stepping on one side, he left space for her so that she could pass through the corridor leading to the living room.The settings had been changed, she noticed---black carpet, red-lacquered walls, black and white furniture. She wondered if it was a normal usual change or was just for her.

" Where's Aunty and Saba ? "

" Saba is in Ammi's room, hearing her daily night story  " He told her.

" Oh really ? " Her eyes widened, " So cute "

She went straight to Mrs.Hasan's room, offering her greetings and salaam.

Both grand mother and the grand daughter were lying on the bed, Saba looked sleepy with her head over her grand mother's shoulder.

Kiran leaned over and kissed the top of baby's head." How's my brave little gal doing today, hmm ? "

Saba smiled shyly then turned her face.

" She's sleepy, but still insists about hearing the story of a princess " Mrs.Hasan smiled up at Kiran.

" That's so cute, so touchy "
Kiran said.
" I wish I could hear that story too "

" Ofcourse you can, but first things first, as dinner is ready " Sameer's voice remineded her of why she was here.

She turned back to find him standing at the door way of the room, smiling.

" Okay, little princess, good night, ummmm " Leaning forward, she kissed Saba's cheeks.

" Aunty, won't you join us for dinner ? " She asked with concern.

" No daughter. Actually due to diabetes, I have fixed my own schedule with separate food. " Mrs.Hasan told her. " So don't you worry about me. I already had my dinner about an hour ago. "

" Alright Aunty. Acha, take care, good night "

" Shab-bakhair baiti " Mrs.Hasan smiled back, sincerely praying in her heart for this cute and nice girl, who was so caring and understanding.

" So how're you doing these days ? " He asked, as they entered dining hall, walking side by side.

" Nothing much, thesis is almost about to be finished. "

" Good, " He muttered.

She took a round of the whole dining hall, staring at the fabulous paintings hanging here and there.

Sameer poured them both cold drinks and turned to watch her slowly walk around the walls, looking at the paintings hanging there. The curtains were drawn and shaded lamps cast a soft glow over the paintings over the walls.

Suddenly, she felt the back of her neck prickle, knowing he was watching her. Being alone with him had always been nerve-racking.

" Make yourself comfortable please. " He said in a deep, dark voice.

" I'm admiring your taste in art. " She evaded, turning away to stare at a large, modern landscape hanging over the window.

" I admire yours too. " Silent as a winter night, he had come to stand beside her, handing her the glass of cold drink.

" I hope so. I never realised what a wonderful medium water colour is. " She said back in a trance. She was lost in the magic, she didn't know was it because of the beauty of the paintings or due to the man standing beside her.

" Yeah, oil is good too, but water is more sophisticated. " He said, his eyes following hers.

" I like to paint life " She took a steadying sip of her soft drink.

" I know " His voice was dark, silk-like as he leaned closer.

His closeness enfolded her in the potent male aura of his aftershave lotion so that she felt slightly light-headed.

She was suddenly intensely aware of him, an awareness she had never felt with any man. It brought a haunting purple shadow to her eyes and a tingling to her skin.

Why did he make her feel this way? She had never wanted anything so much in her life before. But, yes, life was very unfair to her.

" I guess you don't know " She managed to say.

" What ? " He asked.

" That....you really have a way with the women."

They cried out simultaneously, laughing.

" So shall we proceed to the dinner, lady ? " He looked into her eyes.

" Please " She smiled back and then followed him to the table.

While he held out the chair for her in a well-mannered way, she got a chance to stare at him in detail.

Wonderfully dressed in navy blue jacket and pants with sky blue shirt which he'd left unbuttoned in its upper part, he looked superb. His outfit emhasised his physique, his dark black eyes--behind his thin rimmed spectacles----regarded her unblinkingly. He wore the same perfume which used to be so familiar to her. It was very nice: faint, slightly floral with a vague hint of musk, and no 'sharpness' to it. 

They sank into the opposite chairs around the huge, oval-shaped dinner table.

" Oh, so much !!! " She exclaimed loudly as she glanced at the table full of different dishes, salads, fruits and food items.

" Who made all this stuff ? "

" Most items are ready-made, Chicken Karhaai and Briyaani is of Ammi's hands. " He smiled.

" But why did you bother her ? "

" I told her not to, but she insisted. "

" Oh, she's so sweet, Sameer you're lucky "  Kiran's voice reminded Sameer of something. Yes, Kiran had never been much close to her mother, and he could still feel the hurt, pain and loss.

Suddenly they heard Saba crying in the other room.

" Excuse me, let me see her " He rose and went toward his mother's room.

When he returned, he had Saba in his arms.

" Our little princess is hungry and wants to share dinner with us " He smiled, kissing Saba's cheek.

" Oh yes sure, please, give her to me " Kiran said, as she picked a napkin from the table.

" Na na, princess is in a bad mood today, she just wants to be with her father for now, hai naa ? Sameer looked back toward Saba's face, as if he wanted to confirm his thought. She nodded silently, rubbing her left eye with one of her hands.

" See " Sameer smiled again. He then gathered up two napkins and made his way to the table.

He first seated himself on the chair which was directly opposite to Kiran's then he lifted Saba on to his lap, settling her against him, eating with no difficulty.

Kiran stared at them silently, loving the lovely sight. Father and daughter eating the same dinner, sharing the same spoon. Due to Saba's small mouth, Sameer choosed a relatively small spoon.

" What 're you thinking ? " Suddenly he asked, looking at her with curious eyes.

" Nothing, just imagining the extent of your love for Saba and others. " She said, pulling the dish of Chicken Karhaai towards her.

" Love has no extents." He smiled, while putting another rice-filled spoon in Saba's mouth.

" Yes, I guess you're right. " Kiran sighed. " Only heart can feel how deep love is "

" You know Kiran, " He said gently, "  Hearts are like mirrors, but the basic difference between a heart and the mirrors is that you can clean and polish the mirrors again and again but in case of heart, if one's image becomes blurred, you can't clear it ever. "

She stared at his face through the flames of burning candles present on the table between them. His eyes were in deep shadow but glittered every time the flame came on.

For some strange reason, his eyes made her uneasy, edgy.

The flame went on again. Off again.

" Tell me " She said, " Shouldn't we expect something in love ? "

" No " His voice a mere whisper. " When you love, you must not expect or accept any thing in return, for if you do, you're not loving but investing. "

" Why does it hurt to love some one ? " Her question startled him for a second. He had not expected such questions on the dinner ofcourse.

" Well " He took a long breath. " One aspect of love is....is to feel pain. Whether it's a failure or success in love, you feel pain in your heart, right from the beginning. Sometimes this pain is pleasurable...and sometimes, infact many times, it's hurting. Expectations.....dreams...wishes...fantasies...when one can't get fulfillment of all of these things, ultimately it hurts."

" But ... " She protested. " but, why do we accept this pain ? why don't we reject it? " Her shoulder-length ash brown hair fell forward, hiding the hurt which sprang into her green eyes.

" I guess you have no control over that. Besides, If you love, you must prepare to accept pain, for if you expect happiness, you're not loving but using it to make yourself happy."

" Love.... " He added in the same voice, his tone still similar and uniform " Love may leave your heart like shattered glass, but keep in mind there there's someone who'll be willing to endure the pain of picking up the pieces so you could be whole again"

Though he was telling her every thing very gently, softly, carefully but hearing all these things made her unhappy somehow. She didn't know why was that but she decided that she must not spoil this beautiful night by talking about  'pains '.

" Excuse me, do you mind ? "

Hearing her voice, he raised his head to see her standing near the sound stereo system, she had some CD in her hand.

" I mean, it's my favourite one, I want to listen it right now during the dinner "

" No problem " He said, helping Saba to drink water.

" Thanks " She smiled. Turning the sound system on, she returned to her chair.

Soft musical notes began to surround them as they ate silently.

Yeh shaam phir nahin aaey gee,

Iss shaam ko, iss saath ko,

Aao.....

Amar kar lein

They ate rest of the dinner in silence. It seemed like they were talking to each other without ever speaking a single word.

Dil ki baatein sabhi,

Dil kahey, Hum sunein

Hont khaamosh hon,

Aankehin kehti rahein

Aankhon Aankhon mein

Baaton Baaton mein

Jeevan basar kar lein

Amar kar lein

Yeh shaam phir nahin aaey gee,

Their eyes playing a continous sweet battle.  His up, hers down. Then hers up, his down. His brave, hers shy. They stole each other's glance whenever they got the chance.

Mein tumhaarey qareeb, Tum merey pass ho

Aur kuch ho na ho, Bus yeh ahsaas ho

Aankhon Aankhon mein

Baaton Baaton mein

Jeevan safar kar lein

Amar kar lein

Yeh shaam phir nahin aaey gee,

And then with the beats, along with the soft dreamy music, she found herself getting lost in the musical trance. She saw herself walking along with him, side by side, smiling, talking, laughing.

Aik doojey mein Gum,

iss tarah Hum jiyain

Haath mein haath ho,

Lamha lamha bahein

Aankhon Aankhon mein

Baaton Baaton mein

Jeevan....... Sahar kar lein

Amar kar lein

Yeh shaam phir nahin aaey gee,

Saba was asleep before they had even finished the dinner. Sameer lifted her off the chair and walked to his mother's room.

Once back, he led Kiran into the living room.

" Well, the dinner has been smashing. " She smiled.

" Thank you " He murmured. " You stay here, I'll go and make us both some coffee or would you prefer tea ? " He asked as she sat beside the old antique paino set.

But she didn't reply. It seemed like mentally she was present some where else.

" Wow " Her voice was filled with appreciation and excitement. " Is this yours ? "

On her question, she noticed his features tightened.

" No " He said coldly. " It was Kashish's gift to Kisa on our first wedding anniversary "

" I must say, Kashish has a wonderful choice " She looked deep into his eyes.

On her meaningful sentence, he averted his eyes away.

" Do you love her ? "

On her question, Sameer looked at her, conscious of the sudden change in the atmosphere, a rise in his own personal tempo.

She observed him, studying her from strangely solemn eyes.

He was at a loss of words, and she filled the silence with her own.

Was it her imagination or had the conversation stopped between them?

" I don't like it when you ask silly questions. " His voice was louder than normal.

She sat upright, tense and still, and watched his profile intently. He wasn't talking like a man in love or was he ? his voice was impatient, irritated, his face matched his tone. Was this he really felt or pretending?

She laughed then.

" Forget I asked. Coffee would be great. " Kiran slid her hand around the back of her neck, flipped her hair forward over one shoulder in a habitual gesture.

After he had gone into the kitchen for their coffee, Kiran sighed.

She frowned and chewed anxiously on her bottom lip. There was something different about Sameer. She was aware of a tension within him that she had never noticed before. Sameer was always so calm and controlled. She rarely seen him lose his temper, never heard him raise his voice. He was a man of infinite resource and capability, adept at concealing his thoughts and his feelings, and yet today she had sensed that that control was slipping.

He returned with two coffee mugs in his hands. He handed her one and then sank into an easy chair in front of her.

" May I, lady ? " He suddenly asked.

" Oh " She gasped in pure astonishment. He had cigarette case in his hand.

" Only if you like "

" Thanks "

Keeping the coffee mug for a while, he lit up the cigarette smoothly with the help of a golden lighter.

Not every man takes coffee and tobacco at the same time. She wondered.

Kiran stared in fascination as he sat in front of her, with his one leg placed freely on the other in a typical masculine gesture. His hands were of medium size, well shaped with long, slender fingers, cute hands.....caring hands.

Her eyes went to the long, supple fingers of his right hand clasping his mug, nails rounded and well manicured, skin smooth as velvet, and yet thick and strong as silk, covered by soft, fine black hair.

Next her gaze lingered upon his left hand. She particularly noted the style with which his fingers jerked the cigarette in the ashtray, to remove the ash with a certain delicacy.

They both sipped their coffee for a moment, then Kiran said, " Would you like to listen some ? " She pointed toward the huge piano set.

" Sure, my pleasure. " He half-smiled and raised his coffee mug in acknowledgement.

On his approval, she sat on the chair attached with the huge Piano set. Slowly, she put her fingers over the uniformly arranged black and white piano buttons.

The lamplight was a warm, golden glow, it made the atmosphere truly touching and romantic.

She began to play with piano.

It was very fantastic atmosphere, a dream-like reality, as the lean, long slender fingers began to do the magic on the black and white buttons.

And yet it was not enough.

Sameer got a wonderfully shocking and strangely pleasant surprise when she began to sing.

Yes, she was singing an old classical song in fluent Urdu language.

Lag ja galey ke......

Phir yeh haseen raat ho na ho

Shayed phir iss janam mein....

Mulaqaat ho na ho

His head fell back as he inhaled a thick puff of smoke, the cigarette between his long, male fingers looked very lonely. The whole room was lightly fragrant with her pure feminine scent. Waves of disturbing intensity were emitting from her body. She was a woman, a wonderful, attractive one...a desirable mass of female beauty.

Hum ko mili hain aaj yeh....

Ghariyaan naseeb sey

Jee bhar ke dekh leejiyey...

Hum ko qareeb sey

Phir aap ke naseeb mein,

Yeh Raat ho na ho

Shayed phir iss janam mein....

Mulaqaat ho na ho

Kiran glanced at Sameer, who sat with his arms folded across his chest, listening to her performance with concentration.

When her gaze met his,
he blew cigarette smoke at some unseen image hidden in the air.

Pass aai'yay, ke Hum nahin....

Aaein gey baar baar

Baanhein galey mein daal ke...

Hum ro lein zaar zaar

Aankhon sey phir yeh Pyaar ki....

Barsaat ho na ho

Shayed phir iss janam mein....

Mulaqaat ho na ho

As she sang, she found herself going to some other land. Apparently her eyes were on piano buttons, but she was present some where else.

The fantastic window of imagination brought her to the dream land for a while. And for a moment she forgot where she was and who she was. 

Dressed in a cream-coloured bridal Lehnga, she was standing in her bed-room. Waiting for him with all of her might. And then he appeared from the door with the grace of a king. Smiling, he walked towards her in slow, steady steps. Her breaths stopped. Yes, she had craved for this very mement. She had prayed for this magical instant. She wanted nothing but him. Nothing else mattered to her but him. She just wanted the comfort and security of his arms. He came near her, grabbed her arm, turned her towards him efficiently so that she came face to face with him.

" I feel you smiling. "
He whispered.

He lifted one of his hand to cap her head before his slender, masculine fingers slid down again to savor the texture of her hair, trace the outline of her cheekbone, then her nose and chin and lips. His fingers closed over her arm once again, drawing her more nearer towards him. She could smell the typical male scent of his body. This close, he took her face in both of his hands, bringing his mouth so close to hers that that she felt the warmness and flow of his breath. A pause so long that Kiran thought it might never end, that she would stand here always, breathing in the scent of him, staring at his uncompromising mouth and wondering how would it feel.

Completely forgetting in that wonderful instant where she was, Kiran found herself submitting---- more than submitting, letting him pull her nearer, lifting her shaken arms until they circled his neck. While one of her hands stroked the thickness of his deep black hair, the other grazed his cheek with trembling fingers. He angled his head and then his lips were near hers...barely an inch away from hers. As he leaned down, her lashes fluttered closed. Their breaths touched each other. Her lips tingled, parted. Then his breath touched the corner of her lips, not touching yet it travelled sideway, grazing her cheek like a velvet.

" Thank you" He breathed in her ear then smiling, turned back.

" Hey what happened? where're you ? " Sameer's voice brought her back to the reality.

For the first time, she realized that she was trembling inside, her whole body was sweating profusely.

" Nothing " She laughed huskily. " I was dreaming. "

" I thought so. " He smiled.

" But why did you thank me ? " She asked.

" Because you performed so wonderfully. It was a pleasure listening to you. "

" Oh, acha " She was confused. " I learnt this song, though I know its urdu was difficult for me. "

" Perfect " He whispered, a glint of appreciation in his eyes. " You're a perfect singer and a born musician. "

" Now, you're flattering me " She chuckled.

" No, you're great, nice and wonderful "

Kiran's mouth fell open on his sudden, unexpected compliments. He'd never been like this.

" And that's what Ammi thinks too " He added.

" Yes, me and Ammi had a talk last night " He said in a low, calm tone.

" About you.... " His voice touched the strings of her heart.

Kiran's beats quickened. Her heart was hammering so hard that she wondered wildly if this was some sort of early heart-attack warning. She was totally unprepared for what he was telling her.

She then saw his hand to his packet as he took out a small maroon box.

" And it's our mutual decision to offer you this. " His hand reached out near hers.

With trembling fingers, she took the box from him.

He looked at her for a minute, his eyes intently searching her face.

" Open it " He commanded gently.

She gave him a smile and opened the box with swift eagerness.

On a bed of black velvet lay a square cut sapphire ring, the deep blue stone surrounded by heart shaped diamonds.

Involuntarily, Kiran brought a finger to touch the brightly coloured light blue sparkling diamonds. She had fallen in love with it at the first sight.

Holding it in her hand, and still staring at the fabulous gift, she said, " It's charming. Thank you so much. "

She glanced at Sameer.

" I'm glad you liked it " He answered tonelessly, and as their eyes met, she thought his looked a little uneasy.

" I'd like you to accept it as an engagement present, " He went on, without even knowing she had lost hers senses.

It had been difficult enough for her to realize that he had an extraordinary effect on her.

He made her feel so alive, so much like a woman. She was so shocked at the moment that she didn't know what to say or what to think. She couldn't believe her ears. She tried to tell herself that it was some kind of joke but when she looked at him, all of her doubts vanished away.

Oh this was what she'd always wanted.

Speechlessly, she looked up at him, cathing the expression in his eyes, eyes that were enormous and anxious.

" I'm asking you to marry me. " He added simply.

" Shhhhh..... " She put her index finger on her lips.

" Say it again. " She breathed.

Puzzled, he repeated. " I want you to be my wife.  "

His words were right, but the tone wasn't. It seemed to her as if she has his word but not his heart. She couldn't think further.

" Say it again," She went on.

Let's talk more slowly

As someone would be listening the beats

These walls, these doors have ears

And would hear all the secrets

Talk like.....

Only heart could hear the story

And eyes could repeat it

Let's talk more close

let's close all the doors

So that night won't steal the dreams

And no breeze could take them away

Let's come so close today

that there would be no distances

Between you and me, just the two of us

" Tell me Sameer, it's not a dream. " Colour stained her cheeks. She blinked rapidly, determined not to let Sameer see her cry.

" It's ....not... a..... dream " Words came in parts from his mouth.

" After you have given this ring," Kashish said slowly. " I have some rights on you, and using those rights Sameer, I want to know about Kashish"

His facial features changed instantly, like he's trying to gain some patience. Like he's making his mind for some thing.

Neither of them made conversation for minutes.

" I wanted to marry her " He finally opened his mouth, letting out a long breath.

She didn't interrupt him then.

" I thought she was interested too " He continued. " She gave those looks, those expressions, which sure made me feel like she loves me. "

Taking a little pause, he lit another cigarette and then began again.

" She just didn't tell me by words, but her eyes, her gestures, all kept screaming that she loves me. Besides, she'd expressed her love in her childhood too. Though I didn't take her too serious then . "

" And then, she suddenly she turned her back to me, when I proposed her. " Completing his sentence, he closed his eyes for a while.

Oh, Kiran gasped, feeling real pain for this wonderful man who sat in front of her.

" What did she say ? " She asked for the first time.

" She.... " He laughed weirdly. " She said she loves some other man. "

" And who was he ? "

" Dr.Shahraam, their family doctor. "

" What else did she say ? " Kiran's breath quickened.

" Nothing " He closed his eyes again. " She said they are waiting just because of Kisa "

" WHAT ?? " Kiran's voice rose above than normal.

" She said, as soon as Kisa gets married, they would do the same "

" I see " She said, lost in deep thoughts. Some thing was strange, some thing was weird. The whole story felt like, well, some well-made plan. She thought.

She shook her head, then glanced at her watch.

" Oh, it's too late, I should be going now. " Picking up her purse, she rose.

" You didn't answer yet. " He asked.

" About what ? "

" About me proposing you. Do you have any objections ? " He asked with concern.

" Oh no, not at all. " As she said,
her cheeks burned. " Just give me some formal time, for few preparations. Do you know what I mean, hehe"

" Oh, alright lady. " He laughed.

He walked her to the door and opened it for her. Kiran glanced up at him.

" So good of you to come on dinner tonight," He said smoothly.

She gave him a genuine smile.

" The pleasure was all mine "

As she climbed into her car and ignited the engine, she glanced at her closed fist and smiled. Slowly, she opened it. Her hand still had the ring he had given. She didn't wear it yet, but she had made her mind.

Yes, I would marry him. She decided and smiled. She felt complete, and sure that she had made the right decision as she felt his closeness. It was so good to feel a man who cared, a man who could love her for herself and not her body, she thought ecstatically.

I would keep this gift for a more special occasion, when his own hands will help me to wear to this. Smiling shyly, she pressed the accelerator.

 
 

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" Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight we're honoured to have a privilege of being with a wonderful personality of Pakistan."

The anchor's voice came out of the T.V, and echoed through the room, but it was unnoticed by Sameer as he continued to flip the pages of the book he was reading, " Social History of America,  ".

" Poor red-indians and half-breeds " He thought and smiled.

Saba sat beside him on the bed, with her favourite dolls in her lap and the plate of pop corns in her hands.

" Achieving the highest marks in the capital of Pakistan, this ambitious lady also holds the record for being the youngest female CSP officer appointed by the Government of Pakistan. So ladies 'N gentlemen, please welcome Miss. Kashish Salman Ali "

Even then Sameer didn't hear what was going on the T.V as he was lost in the book and in his own thoughts.

Suddenly Saba began to giggle and clap her small hands which broke his concentration.

Putting the book aside, he first stared at Saba and then following her cute eyes, he turned his face towards the T.V Screen.

It was not really a shock for him, as he'd already been aware of Kashish's popularity and reputation through other sources of media.

Not finding himself in the position to hear her anymore, he tried to change the channel, but Saba gave him an angry look. She was clearly protesting.

" Okay, okay, sorry " He said, trying to control himself.

He tried to open his book again but her voice didn't allow him to do so.

" Miss. Kashish do you think you're unique ? " Interviewer was a smart young man, Sameer noted as he asked the question with interest.

" I think we all are unique and different. No two human beings are exactly alike. Some times these differences are not very prominent, but still they're always present. " She answered confidently. Confidence and determination were her hall marks. No doubt, her ' internal ' qualities to impress others were not less than her "external' ones.

" I would now like to ask some personal questions, but only if you allow "

" Sure, I'm a ' person'  ofcourse, so I don't mind ' personal' questions, as long as they make sense " She said soberly and  softly.

" Well said " The anchor smiled. " We often see you in white cloths, any specific reason for that Miss.Kashish? " As he asked the question, Sameer noticed that the interviewer was still smiling.

On this question, Sameer took a detailed look of hers. She was looking very traditional and eastern tonight. She wore a plain, white Saarhi, with plain white full-sleeved blouse. There was this big white scarf which covered her hair completely and not just hair, it was spread down to her upper body too, giving her a ' holy ' touch. Over all, she looked like a woman who represented her gender, culture and religion to a considerable extent.

" It gives rest to my heart and peace to my soul. " She smiled back. " White, a symbolic expression for peace and calmness. "

" I see " He became serious.

" Ah no no " She laughed lightly. " I'm not a dead soul. I just like silence, simplicity and peace. "

" So, Miss. Kashish you're not married, any plans in the near future ? "

" No, not at all " Her voice was plain and expressionless , just like her face.

" Why, may I ask ? "

" Hmm, I love someone " She said ina casual tone." The question of marriage with some one who's not ' him ' is useless. So if I ever get married, It would be only with ' him ', Insha'Allah. "

" Wow, thanks for being honest and frank "

" I'm always like this   "

" Your viewers would probably want to know that how does it feel to love some one ? "

" Well .... " She took a long sigh and then closed her eyes for a moment. " It hurts to love some one. "

" You mean, for you it's a hurting experience, right ? "

" No, even generally speaking, I think if you don't feel pain or hurt in some relation, it can't be called as a human relationship. " She replied matter--of-factly. " Love does hurt you alot. If it doesn't, then it's not love "

" Well..... I see " The anchor was clearly impressed now. "  And what about him ? Does he love you too ? "

" Don't know really. But I'm sure he hates me so you can say, yes, may be he loved me too . "

" Really ? well that's interesting. But how can you say that ? "

" Because where is hatred, there is love too "

" Umm, one more question Miss.Kashish. " He requested.

" Sure "

" What's your favourite sher   ? "

" There are many, but the sher I read most often is....

Leaving her sentence unfinished, she became straight, facing the Camera. On the T.V screen she appeared like she was directly speaking to Sameer, looking into his eyes.There was some strange boldness in her expression. Like she knew he was watching her.

Sameer's heart beats became fast for no reason at all. Or was there some reason ?

She closed her eyes then, but opened her lips. When she spoke, she had the sweetest voice but the most sad tone.

Apni Aankhon ke Samandar mein utar Jaaney dey

Teri mujrim hoon, mujhey doob ke mar jaaney dey 

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Larka Tumhaara kanwaara reh jaata

Ke Maano, humara Ahsaan

Ke Larki ne ' Haan ' kar dee

Unable to hear the wedding song any more, Muskaan placed her hands on her ears. As she sat on the stairs, dressed in her plain yellow ' Maayon ' suit, she could hear the giggles, laughters and chuckles of the guests. Tomorrow was her wedding day and at the moment, whole of the house was fully loaded with guests who were staying at her place to attend the wedding.

Every one was happy, every face was smiling. Every eye was filled with enjoyment. There was only one person in the whole house who looked sad, confused and frustrated, and this person was the bride herself, Muskaan.

With a sheer look of pure disappointment, she put her face on her knees, like doing so would enable her to hide her expressions, her feelings, her thoughts.

" May I have a word with you in private? "

On hearing the sudden, unexpected voice, she raised her head and saw Jahanzaib standing beside her.

She just stared at him blankly, not knowing what to say.

" Please ? " He asked again.

Short of being rude she couldn't refuse. She preceded him into her father's study.

What on earth did he want ?

Once inside the study, he motioned her to sit down but she didn't obey. He didn't sit either.

" You are getting married Muskaan, hmmm? accept my congratulations " Jahanzaib's mouth tightened in the most painful way.

" Thanks " She said simply, turning her face away to stare at the huge collecetion of books neatly placed in the shelves.

" Excited ? "

" Ofcourse. " She said firmly. " Every eastern girl dreams of her wedding since the day she's born "

" I know... but I thought you're not a ' dream-kind' of person. "

" Why not ?" She turned her head to look at him. " I was half dreaming about about the wedding when you came along few moments ago " 

" And me ?" He said.

There was that glitter in his eyes again that made her throat dry.

" What ? "

" You must have dreamed of me, too. " His voice was low and grainy, rippling down the back of her neck.

Muskaan stared at him, wondering if he could possibly know just what a weakness she had for a voice like this.

" I... I guess you might have got the wrong idea, " Saying this she started to step towards the door, but the second she took a step, he came in front of her, blocking her way.

Startled, Muskaan gasped. " Let go of me ."

" Stop this silly business Muskaan. It's enough now. " He said firmly, his voice louder than normal, his tone serious.

Caught in the sure grip of of his strong eyes, her eyes wide and heart slamming against her ribs, she stared up at him. She'd never seen him angry before.

" Wha... What do you mean ? " She tried to speak.

" We have to sort things out between us "

He was very confident.

" There's nothing between us, Jahanzaib. " She frowned, her typical stubbornness returning to her mind again.

" Ah that's the whole problem girl . " He cut in sharply. " There 're lot of things between us. "

" And there is ... "
He moved closer. " There is something between us which we both are trying to deny."

"  What're we trying to deny ? " She looked up into his magical eyes. As she did so, her body began to shake and she couldn't breath.

" Something which we should accept. " He said, or his eyes said, she didn't know. She was lost.

" Accept what ?"

" The fact "

" What's the fact ? "

' Love "

" No "

" Yes"

" Okay " She took a fast breath." May be I liked you. But that doesn't mean I didn't hate you, too."

" I see " He sighed, looked away for a moment then stared back at her again. "are you sure there is nothing between us?"

" Ye.....yes " She swallowed hard, her lips started to tremble. Only then she realized that her whole body was trembling since the time she'd entered this place with him.

" You're trembling. " He observed.

She closed her eyes momentarily to stop staring at him.

" You're crying. " He said tightly, coming closer.

She drew back.

" Look into my eyes, girl " He finally stopped moving.

" Oh stop it Jahanzaib. " She sobbed.

His face softened as he saw the glitter of her tears.

" Why're you crying , hmm ? " He asked, huskily.

" Please, I beg you. " She didn't move, either; she was crying silently, tears trickling down her wheatish cheeks.

" Tell me do you love me ?" His voice demanded clear-cut honesty and courage. So does love.

"  Break all the walls. Just tell me once, only once. Do you hate me ? or love me ? " He said with a bluntness that brought the blood to her face.

Moments passed, no answer from her.

" Tell me Muskaan, please be honest with me. Be honest with yourself. Don't hurt yourself anymore. "

She closed her eyes, the tears leaked out under her eyelids and ran down her cheeks.

" Don't you love me ? " He repeated.

" No..... no " Tears didn't seem to leave her eyes. She shut them, shaking her head.

" I , I hate...you.... " She said atlast. Her voice betraying her expression. She was shaken.

" What? " He asked plainly. " Sorry, could you just say it again please ? I didn't hear you. "

" I  .....hate you.....I ....hate...you... I ... " Red faced, she tried to open her mouth.

" While your lips are saying you hate me, your eyes are telling me the opposite. " He continued, not seeming to hear,

" No " She shook her head. " I... I hate you "

" I see...but you know what... I don't hate you. " His voice was soft, confident and matter-of-fact, a sharp contrast to hers at the moment.

" Jaha....Jahanzaib--- " She croaked, staring at him, wanting to say something meaningful but she didn't know what. She thought she should know at a moment like this, exactly what she felt for him.

" Infact........ " He took a pause, and glared directly into her deep eyes.

" I love you " He whispered softly.

And that was what she needed. His confession swept all the inhibitions, wiped off all the limitations and broke every dam.

" Me...mme ..me too " Her sobs became louder, colour flooding her cheeks.

" You what ? "

" Oh.. God.... yes..I LOVE YOU... and I hate myself for that. " Screaming, she hid her face in her hands.

She didn't stop then.

" We can't do anything now. " She was crying like a little baby girl.

" Tomorrow is my wedding. I can't destroy the trust my parents have on me. I can't ruin my family's reputation. I have already said ' yes '. Shahroz's family already has our ' word ' " She sobbed uncontrollably.

" Oh Muskaan you took so long to say just these two simple words." His own eyes were heavy with tears now. "  Girls like you spoil their whole life just because of this unnecessary hesitation. "

" Forgive me " She rubbed her cheeks, a useless effort to wipe her tears.

" I know, I can't get you now " He whispered. She felt like his voice was coming from miles away.. " But atleast now I've a content feeling that our love was mutual. "

He took a little pause then began again.

" I'm leaving this country tomorrow. I'm going to Australia"

" No no " Muskaan shook her head. She swallowed, her throat hurting. He was going away. Jahanzaib was leaving her, going thousands of miles away. She might never see him again.

" Forgive me too " He said without any expression. " As I won't be able to attend your wedding as a guest. I just can't see you as a bride, sitting beside some one else. " His voice became thick and hurting in the end. " I just can't see you in all those bridal charms, only prepared for some other man. "

On his comment, Muskaan raised her head and looked into his eyes. A big, warm tear escaped out of the corner of one of his eyes. Slowly, he raised his index finger to remove it.

" Allah Hafiz " He said and turned back so fast that if he'll look at her again, he would become stony.

The door closed behind him.

Tears in eyes, Muskaan stared after him. His words, his sight, his remarks made her feel like the infatuated adolescent she'd never had the chance to be.The only difference was that of the feeling. It was pure love, no doubt about that. And she'd just confessed about that.

Fire, water and Jahanzaib. To be avoided or taken in very small doses.

 
 

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Due to heavy rush of traffic and thousands of people, it took a while for Sameer to find a suitable place to park his car.

" It's Sakhi Hasan graveyard of Karachi. " He said, as he went round to open the door for her.

" Wow, its lovely here. " Kiran's eyes widened as she looked around to see the place filled with lights, vehicles and traffic. " I never thought even " Shab-e-Baraat" could be so traditional. "

" It's Karachi, madam " Sameer smiled, as he took little Saba in his lap and moved forward.

" It's... it's just like a festival or something. "

" Indeed, it is. " Sameer said, as they entered the boundary wall of the huge graveyard. " On Shab-e-baraat, people living in Pakistan make different sorts of ' Halwa ' and then kids distribute them from door to door in the whole nighbourhood and in relatives, just like we distribute meat on Baqra'Eid, Eid-ul-Azha. "

" Oh, wow. You know I just love ' Sooji Ka Halwa ', yummy " Kiran said excitedly, taking Saba from his hands.

" Yes, it's tasty. But my favourite is of 'Chaney ki Daal ka Halwa', very delicious. " He told her, leading her towards a specific portion of the graveyard.

Graves as far as the eye could see. Lonesome trees crouching some graves. But the night was dazzling today even at the graveyard. In connection with Shab-e-Baraat, whole area was filled with the people who were reciting prayers for their loved ones. The whole place was drowned in the candlelights. There were flowers every where, spreading assorted fragrances here and there.

" Is she sleeping ? " Kiran caressed Saba's hair, trying to look at the little girl's face.

" Nopes, she's silent. " Leaning forward, he kissed his daughter's forehead. " May be she's realized that she's here to meet her mother." Sameer's voice became husky in the end.

Then, to divert Saba's attention, he said...

" See Kiran, our daughter does know who's she  "

" Really ? tell me, you big girl, hehe " Kiran laughed softly, as she ruffled baby's hair.

" Hmm, Saba, who are you ? " She kissed her hair.

" Puppppa's princessss. " Saba smiled shyly then giggled.

" You cute baby, mmmmm " Unable to control herself, Kiran showered big kisses over her whole face.

" And who is our God, Saba ? " Sameer asked, as they reached near his father's grave.

" Allah miyaan " She said without wasting a second.

" Shaabaash " He smiled.

" And your Kiran aunty would also like to hear Kalma from you, baita" He smiled, touching her cheek softly.

Saba didn't say anything for some seconds. Her soft little lips trembling like she's gathering power to speak. And then she told the whole Kalma in a wonderful way. Though her words were not very clear ofcourse, but the way she spoke the words was very perfect.

Kiran felt tears flooding her eyes. It was so lovely, so touchy, so cute.

" This is my father's grave.  " Sameer pointed towards a grave located at the right. As they reached there, Kiran noticed it was very neat and beautiful. White marble tiles covered the main spot completely, except at the centre where sand was visible.

She helped him to spread fresh roses all over the grave and then on neighbouring graves. That done, he lit up several joss sticks and placed them at various points on the grave.

The wonderful fragrance of fresh flowers mixed with the magical smell of  ' Agar-Batti's ' was something Kiran really liked. It was a holy and heavenly atmosphere.

She looked at Sameer silently, watching him intently. His eyes were closed and his lips were moving slightly, as he recited the verses of Holy Quran. She did the same, repeating his words in her heart. He had great pronounciation and accent for Arabic language as well. She liked that.

" My father, a great man with memorable qualities " He murmured slowly as he sat beside the grave. His eyes showed the pain and hurt which was evident in his voice too.

" I'm sure he was. May Allah give rest and peace to his soul, Amen. " Kiran's voice translated her own sincere feelings for him. After all he was your father, she wanted to say, but stopped herself.

" You know Kiran, the great older generation present at the time of foundation of Pakistan is leaving us, day by day. It's such a great loss. " He whispered sadly. " We'd have to preserve their heritage, their traditions, their values. "

" Yes " She agreed. " They gave so much sacrifices for us. "

The next few minutes passed in complete silence.

" Allah Hafiz Abbo " He finally rose, his throat tear-clotted.

" Where're we heading now ? " She asked, as they left the place, Saba still in her lap.

" To Kisa's grave. It's in other portion. " As he said, she felt him stiffen.

After few more minutes of walk, they found the grave.

Sameer didn't say a word. He just stared at the grave, his breathing acute and heavy. And then for the first time, Kiran saw him crying. Yes, he was crying. A man was crying. A man who was always so strong, so firm, so fixed, so unshaken was now crying like a child.

After crying for minutes, his sobs changed into silence.

He drew in his breath and let it out slowly, like he's trying to control himself. Turning towards Kiran, he reached for Saba's hand.

" Saba..... say salaam to mother " He demanded huskily, pointing towards Kisa's grave.

Perhaps Saba was very much used to this, as she complied him without any difficulty.

" Saamm  mummmma " Saba slurred, her eyes fixed on her mother's grave.

This was the time when Kiran couldn't stop her tears either.

Next, Sameer began to spread roses on the grave. With in few seconds, the whole place was looking like a beautiful flower bed, a rose bed. Sameer finally lit the joss sticks and placed them all over the spot. Once finished with that he stood up, his lips tightly closed.

Neither spoke. The silence was sad and hurting. Unable to stay there any longer, she took few steps back and then she heard some thing.

The sounds were those of feminine sobs, like someone's crying out there.

Patting Saba on her back, Kiran edged closer. Then she saw something.

There was some shadow behind the back of Kisa's grave. Curiosity initiated her to move towards the point.

Slowly, carefully, she reached at the back of the grave and then saw her.

Yes, she was there. Kashish, alone. Her hair was dispersed all around her face. Despite of the semi-dark atmosphere, Kiran could see her red nose and watery eyes. She sat there alone, with her face down on her knees.

" What are you doing here like this ? " Shocked, Kiran couldn't supress her cry of astonishment.

" What  ?" Sameer's voice came from behind. " Who's there ? "

" Ammmiii, ammmeee "   As soon as she saw Kashish, little Saba began to scream desperately. She was yelling so loudly that kiran completely forgot what to do or think.

" Give her.... " Sameer's voice made her come back to her senses. " Give Saba to her,  she's not going to stop otherwise,"

Slowly, Kiran lowered Saba on the ground. As soon as Saba's feet touched the floor, she rushed towards her aunt.

Kashish took her swiftly, raised her, lifted her up. She's was now laughing, smiling.

Kiran glanced back at Sameer but found nothing. He was not there, perhaps he was back to Kisa's grave.

For some unknown reason, Kiran suddenly felt like a left out person, alone.

Only then she heard a strange, feminine voice from some where.

" Suniyey "

" Hmmm ? what ? " Confused, Kiran looked here and there.

" Listen , I'm speaking to you. " The same resonant, quiet voice came again. It was the voice of a young woman, very musical and ' spiritual ' sound.

Searching for the source, Kiran turned to her right and jumped. Startled, her hand immediately raised up to her mouth to stifle her scream.

Standing just opposite to her, beneath the huge tree was a figure of a young woman. She was dressed in pure white, plain Saarhi. Her hair fell loosely over her choulders. She had the longest hair, Kiran had ever seen. But that was not what had shocked her. It was her face.

This was the face, Kiran could recognize in millions.

She was Kisa.

Kiran could recognize her easily. Though she had never seen her in real but her features were exactly similar to the woman she'd seen in the pictures.

As she stared at her, paralyzed, she felt a niggle of fear. She felt so dizzy that she thought she might faint any minute.

" No " Kisa smiled gently. " Don't be scared. I Just wanted to say thanks to you. "

Kiran couldn't speak a single word. She was totally dumb at the moment.

" Thank you. " Kisa breathed gently. " For being so nice to my husband, my mother-in-law. Thanks Kiran, thanks for loving my daughter. "

While she was talking, Kiran noticed the heavenly glory on her face. She looked so much" holy " , like a Godess, like an innocent angel.

" I just have this single request. " Kisa pleaded softly. " Just don't hurt my sister. Please? it would be so nice of you " Her voice became heavy with tears in the end.

" Kiran " Sameer touched her shoulder.

" WHAT? " She turned to him so rapidly that he had to hold her shoulders to keep her from falling down.

" What's the matter, you thinking something ? "

" Nun....nothing...it's just that " Still lost in trance, Kiran turned back to the tree, and sighed.

There was no one now. The whole place was empty and silent.

" Yeah, who's there ? " He asked again.

" Nothing " Kiran smiled weakly. " Just my imagination. Should we go now ? "

" Yes "

Seeing Saba in his lap, her eyes searched for Kashish and then she realized that she was gone too.

They didn't talk much after that.
Kiran leaned forward and closed her eyes as the car slowly left the parking lot. Neither said anything as they drove. To her her surprise, little Saba in her lap was silent too.
Perhaps she is tired, or may be sleepy. Kiran thought, as the car sped away rapidly. This time their journey lasted for half an hour and then the
car stopped.
Out of the corner of her eye Kiran could see a big, beautiful traditional house surrounded by trees. But right then, it was drowned in darkness. Even then Kiran could read the big words, Salman Villa, painted beautifully on the tower of the house.

" You and Saba stay here. I'll be right back . " Sameer said to her, getting out of the car.

" Where're you going ? " Kiran asked from inside the car, as he
made his way into the house.

" To meet some one . " He replied over his shoulder, then murmured something to the watchman present at the door. Watchman nodded and then invited him inside.

Feeling sheer anticipation at the moment, he made his way to the lawn. But the instant he reached there, his mouth went dry. His excitement died immediately, his anticipation faded away.

' He' was not there.

Sameer felt his heart sinking. Panic tore at him and he swallowed hard to prevent himself from screaming.
He closed his eyes momentarily. The loss was unbearable.

Kiran waited for him for more than fifteen minutes and when she saw no sign of his return, she decided to check in. She kissed Saba who was yawning sleepily and rubbing her big brown eyes with the balls of her little fists. She picked her up as the baby girl struggled to her warmth.

Slowly, Kiran entered the house, looking here and there to find him. And then she saw him.

He was sitting on the grass. Crying, silently.

Surreptitiously, she studied him. Oblivious of her regard, he was cleaning his glasses with a handkerchief, the movement slow and deliberate.

Without spectacles, he appeared strangely vulnerable, innocent almost. So much like the Sameer Hasan she had met at the Florida university. It surprised her, as did the length of his lashes----a darker black than his hair, and thick and spiky as a child's.

Then suddenly, he tilted his head and looked in her direction.

Kiran gasped, she wanted to say some thing but no words came out of her mouth.

" You remember once I told you about our old neem tree ? " He asked. Perhaps he'd realized her condition.

She simply nodded.

" He was our friend, a companion of old times. They have cut it. "

Her heart ached with pain for him, her huge eyes widened with the intensity of her emotions.

" Who did this  ? "

" The new owners. Kisa's parents sold the house due to their financial problems. " He sighed, tears still running down his cheeks.

Not knowing what to say, she planted kisses on Saba's tousled, soft brown hair. " She's sleeping " She said slowly.

Sameer rose from his place and then glancing at the empty space for the last time, he accompanied her towards the car.

" This is the first time I've seen you without your glasses since the time I'm in Pakistan. " Smiling, she tried to change the atmosphere, their car running towards his home at a swift, steady speed.

" Does it make any difference ? " He asked, now smiling.

" Well some times, it does. " She winked naughtily.  She was pleased at his reaction. She felt like a powerful woman. She had the guts to bring smile on his lips. And at the moment, this feeling was greater than anything else.

 
 

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" Beautiful, isn't it ?"   Sameer's voice came in her ear, as they both got out of the car and looked at the wide luxurious wedding lawn in front of them.

Other cars were parked nearby, and people were coming and going all about them.

" Yes, it sure is . " Kiran said. She looked truly mesmerized.

Sameer glanced at her, as if guaging the depth of her interest.

" Gosh, it's like I'm sharing a Pakistani wedding for the first time in my life. " She said, as they both headed to the main gate.

" But you sure have visited a lot of Pakistani weddings in States too. Haven't you? " Sameer said.

" Yes, but you know, it's different. A Pakistani wedding in " Pakistan " She smiled, as they entered the huge wedding lawn.

As he let her preceded him to enter the lawn, he got chance to look at his companion. No doubt Kiran was pretty, but tonight she looked stunningly beautiful and gorgeously dazzling. She wore a plain, royal blue saarhi of fine satin-silk with matching full-sleeved blouse. A half a dozen dark blue bangles softly jingled on her wrist. She moved around the lawn with a royal swiftness, leaving luxurious fragrance behind her.

Kashish had not expected that Sameer would be coming to Lahore to attend the wedding. But this was not the only surprise for her at the moment, as she sat at one of the corners of huge, lawn talking with Wafa.

Suddenly the soft glow of the lights around her brightened, and she swung around to see Sameer was coming towards her. But he was not alone. Accompanying him was a beautiful, gorgeous woman.

Kashish gasped. Who was she ?? Surely she couldn't be his wife, or was she ?

Kashish looked over at her with an unpredictable, plain gesture. Instead of coming to her, Sameer turned away in opposite direction. Laughing, he exchanged introductions with the other couples.

As always, she struck by his looks. Beautiful almost, except that was too feminine a word for a man of such virile masculinity. She admired the fluid movements of his body, enhanced by his superlatively cut dark grey suit. His black shirt made his wheatish skin appear fairer.

Just then he looked over and smiled at someone, a special kind of smile that made Kashish turn to see who had softened those black eyes. The same attractive, gorgeous woman waved her hand to him and came toward him. Her ash brown shoulder length hair flipping against a rose-petal skin that marked her as a fresh, beautiful female. She was expensively dressed in a royal blue saarhi, matching full-sleeved blouse and some very good gold jewelery.

Tonight, Kashish was also a little heavier with her make-up, using blusher on her high cheek bones, and mascara to darken lashes long and thick.

How old was she - twenty five, twenty six? Yes, they did make a good couple. They suited each other even age-wise too.

Kashish was watching them. It was the same instant when, for the first time, the strange beautiful woman looked at her. Kashish quickly darted her eyes away, then back...then away again. Very confusing. The woman looked across the table at Kashish and tried to judge her state of mind.

As expected, Sameer had totally ignored her. Her heart contracted in the most hurting way.

He could pretend she wasn't there and there was nothing she could do about it. The hurt stabbed her as Kashish fought back the tears.

But hurt was not the only thing which filled her heart then. She was also filled with an uncontrollable jealous anger, turning her face away from his smile when he looked at her.

" Shahroz, congratulations man. How're you ? " Suddenly Sameer's voice came from very near.

Kashish turned to see, they were now beside her table.

" Actually, I should ask that first. But as I can see, you look pretty fine, specially right now " Shahroz winked.

" My ex-colleague in Florida University, a very nice lady. " Smiling, Sameer made an introduction.

" I see, does she have a name ? " Shahroz asked, a naughty smile playing on his lips.
Dressed in cream-coloured raw-silk sherwani and matching shilwar, he looked absolutely handsome and traditionally great.

" Actually I do have a name, but don't need much fame. " Kiran gave him a wonderful smile, tossing her hair expressively.

" She's Kiran " Sameer told him.

" Wow " Shahroz's eyes narrowed initially, then he smiled. "  Miss.Kiran, you talk pretty smart, "

" Thanks for the compliment, but that was just the start . " She smiled back.

" Cool. So what're your hobbies ?"

" Lots of things, like books, arts, thinking and stuff. " She hung her head, judging him at the first glance. He was very talkative person, sort of bold too. But she did know how to handle such men.

" Don't you see movies Miss.Kiran? " Shahroz asked, his mouth thinning in another teasing smile. He was anxious to get any chance to throw something funny at this girl but she was determined that she won't give him one.

" Nopes " She smiled gently, facing him without slightest problem.

" Really ? since when ?

" Since the time I have grown up. "

He laughed, and for the first time, his eyes sparkled with the gleam of admiration.

" You two make a pretty good couple, you know " He pressed his left eye, smiling.

" Thank you, you think so ? " She laughed, pushing aside a long silky curl with her slender finger.

" Actually, you make so " He smiled.

The introductions were swift and friendly and Kiran hardly had the time to take all the names before Sameer was turning to Kashish. But to Kashish's shock, he completely ignored her while introducing Kiran to Wafa and Mushkbaar.

" Hey ! "  Kiran straigtened and called, waving her hand. " You must be Kashish, right ? " Kiran's sweet and feminine voice had drawn all the eyes to her again.

It was the first time when their eyes met directly, judging each other at the first glance.

It was the most amazing and strange moment for Sameer. He looked at them with fascination, as they shook hands.

If one was the princess of innocence, the other was a queen of maturity.

If one was a mass of beauty, the other was fragrance of femininity.

If one was modest, the other was graceful.

If one was girl, the other was woman.

Women have a way of understanding each other far better than men do. A look, a word, a gesture, an intonation,
can say so much.

Kiran noted, Kashish was one pure mass of feminine beauty. She was one of those who "click" at first glance. She was innocent, she was pretty, she was beautiful and she was young.

She had huge, brown eyes, and her hair was neatly but completely covered in a broad white scarf, which emphasized her oval face and high cheekbones. She wore a white kurta and matching choori-daar Pajaama with a big broad white Dupatta spreading across her upper front in a modest, graceful way.

" Hey, you're just like Saba. " Kiran exclaimed loudly, her pitch high with excitement. Her wavy brown hair fell to her shoulders as she shook hand with Kashish.

" I see, so this woman knows about Saba too. " Kashish thought painfully.

" No, let me correct you, " Kashish gave her the bravest smile. " Actually Saba is like me . "

" Aha, " Interest grew in Kiran's eyes. She noticed that Kashish's voice had a soft, husky quality to it, surprisingly low and soothing, as she conversed with her.

Kiran wanted to say something in reply but couldn't as Sameer had begun to introduce her to others.

And then as the dinner was served, the couple had sat at the beautiful well-decorated dining table and eaten the most delicious Pakistani food. Spicy chicken Biryani with raa'eta, chicken Qorma, sheermaal and naan with indian salad.The waitres also supplied several cold drinks, Kashmiri and green-tea and coffee.

Kashish's table was only few feet away from their table, which gave her a clear view of the couple as they talked and laughed. Kashish saw that Kiran was watching her scrutinise her. Kashish chewed at her lower lip and turned her face away, giving an ignoring look.

A curious, aching pain built up inside her and spread tormentingly through her body. It made her feel umcomfortable, uneasy, edgy and off-guard. She didn't show it though, as she talked with Wafa.

" So how's your CSP job going along ? " Wafa asked.

" Alhumdolillah great. It is a tough and hard task, but so is life. " Kashish tried to smile, as the wedding staff served the tea and coffee on her table.

' Hey, Muskaan is calling me. I'll be back in a minute " Wafa said and then on Kashish's nod, she rose, leaving her alone at the table.

Sipping her tea, Kashish saw Kiran touched her cup with Sameer's.

Jealousy, swift as a summer storm drenched her, washing away the belief that Sameer could find happiness only with her now.

From the side-way glance, she saw Kiran saying some thing to Sameer and on his nod, she rose at her place, leaving him behind her.

Kashish's beats grew faster, as she saw Kiran was walking in her direction.

" May I sit here ? " She had the sweetest smile, for sure.

" Only if you like   " For some unknown reason, Kashish's tone became a bit harsh.

" I wasn't sure you wanted a company. " Kiran said with a friendly gesture, as she took a chair beside Kashish's.

Kashish glanced at her but said nothing.

Hers and Kiran's eyes speaking a language that only two women could understand.

" Sameer's told me so much about you . "

" All of it good, I hope " Kashish tried to smile.

" Ofcourse " Kiran laughed softly, brushing her shoulder-length wavy hair with her left hand.

" You've got brown eyes. " Said Kiran.

Her sudden, bold remark astonished Kashish.

" What ? " She was taken aback.

A long pause.

" I mean, you're unusual " Kiran said atlast, smiling.

" And that's not meant to be a compliment, is it ? " Kashish raised her brows.

" What makes you think I was complimenting you ? Maybe I don't like brown eyes. " Kiran smiled again, showing very white, even, small teeth.

" That's why I wanted to confirm it first. " Kashish said plainly.

" You're very beautiful. " Kiran said with a casual tone. " You shouldn't need others compliments for cerification. "

" I don't need them, "

" Good for you. "

" Words travel fast " Kashish sighed.

" So do we " Kiran smiled lively.

"  By " we", you probably meant, you and Sameer, right ? "
Kashish asked coldly, her voice filled with sacrastic tone.

" Ah, " Kiran gasped, her smile never leaving her lips.

Kashish found her smile really irritating.

" You probably thought of me as his girl friend or something, right ? " Kiran's voice acquired a teasing tone.

" That's ridiculous. " Kashish laughed expressionlessly. " No one can ever prove this to me that Sameer could have a   'girl friend ', it's not possible.

" Nothing is impossible. " Kiran was now a bit serious. This young girl seemed to be very proud of herself. And Proud people was one of Kiran's dislikes.

Kashish turned her face towards her. She stared at her for few seconds, then suddenly burst into a laughter.

" You make me laugh, lady "  Kashish laughed.

" And you make me smile, girl . " Kiran smiled, noticing attractive female dimples forming deep grooves in Kashish's beautiful face.

" See..... " Kiran began to explain. " By gender I'm a girl, and by relation, I'm his friend. So a ' girl ' who's supposed to be his ' friend ', shouldn't we call her as his "girl-friend" ? "

" Moving kind of fast, aren't you?" Kashish said, as she took another sip of strong black coffee. Inwardly she praised the logic of this woman.

Kiran sensed that, but showed nothing than another smile.

Her smile was killing. It was like pouring gasoline upon a fire.

" Listen lady, I don't know you but whoever you're, this is not your USA, this is Pakistan, don't try to use your typical tactics here " Kashish said thickly.

Kiran felt a surge of anger, but forced it aside, keeping her voice even as she said,

" If I live in America, it doesn't mean Pakistan is not my country " Kiran's voice now matched hers. " And I have the same right on this sweet country as much as you have "

" Just for the record, how long long are you staying?" Kashish demanded coldly. " A week? A month? What? "

Giving her a sachharine smile, she shrugged. " Not that it's any of your business, but I haven't decided yet. Do you have a problem with that young girl ? "

" That depends on why you're here, Miss.Kiran." She tossed back in a tone that was as mocking as hers.

Kiran's green eyes snapped with outrage, she leveled her with nothing more a glance. " Then I suggest you stay out of my way, sweet girl, because I'm staying as long as I need to. "

Kashish just bit her lower lip with force.

" And by the way who're you to raise a finger on Sameer and his personal matters ? " Kiran asked, trying to keep her voice lower than Kashish's.

" After Kisa Baji, Saba is my responsibility. " Kashish said with an air of finality. " So is Sameer. "

" What dutiful, responsible twenty two-year-old girl you must have been. " Kiran smiled harshly, studying her unrevealing profile. 

Kashish kept herself silent, ignoring her remark, though it registered her with the fact that Kiran was aware of her age too.

" Anyways, I thought we could be friends. " Kiran finally let out a long sigh.

" We're oil and water, Miss.Kiran. We'll never mix. "

" Not unless we find the right emulsifier. " Kiran smiled.

" If you're getting technical... "

" Sorry " Kiran's smile curled the edge of her mouth, as she drained her tea.

" Don't be. Anyways, welcome you to Pakistan. Though it demands alot from the people. " Kashish said evenly, though her face didn't show any expression yet.

" That's kind of you. " Kiran said gently and set the cup down.

" No need to be sarcastic ! " Kashish said, keeping her tone quiet.

" I wasn't. I always mean what I say, young girl. You should learn to take me at face value."

" I might if I were able to read your face ! But it's an unpredictable one. "

Kiran smiled completely. " Aren't you getting personal ? "

" You did it first. " Kashish's tone was weird, strange and sort of harsher than before.

" Oh " Kiran gasped. " You might be very mature and educated girl, but you lack something.  And that's potential for compromise. Learn how to compromise, young girl . " Kiran said, finally rising up from the chair.

" I don't compromise for my own things "

" Yeah, but you don't own everything. Do you ? " Kiran said, then moved forward.

"  Let's see "

" Let's hear first " Turning back to her, Kiran took few short steps towards her. " I'd like to see you trying anyway "

" Sometimes we get things even without a single try . "

" Nopes, " Kiran said spontaneously. " If you never try, you always lose."

" Ah, well " Kashish took a long breath and smiled. " Time will tell who wins and who's the loser "

" Why depend upon time ?" Kiran smiled back. " We should trust ourselves  "

Kashish wanted to say something but Kiran cut in. " Anyways, it was nice meeting you. I'd like to meet you again. Take care"

Finishing her sentence, she left with the same charisma with which she had come.

Sameer was there, waiting for her.

" We should go now, it's twelve-o-clock at night, and I have to drop you first " Sameer said, leaving his chair. She followed him silently.

Once outside, he checked for his keys and motioned her to climb into the car. The air was warm and soft and the starlight so bright that they could easily see each other's face.

They did so but said nothing.

The quality of silence was matched by the splendour of the nigth sky.

" So where to drop you ? " Once they were inside the car, he asked.

" You forgot ? " Kiran said. " I told you my Aunt lives in Model town. "

" Oh yes, I remember now "

" And what about you, where would you go from here ? " She asked, turning her face to his.

" My father's closest friend lives here in Lahore. I'm staying with his family " He replied.

" Oh I see "

" So enjoyed a Pakistani wedding in Pakistan ? " Leaning back in his seat, he fumbled for a cigarette in his jacket.

" It was superb and memorable. The traditions, colours, everything was amazing, the atmosphere electric. " She said, observing him with interest.

He found his lighter and lit the cigarette. She admired his magnificent head bending over the minuscule flame.

" I'm glad you enjoyed your time. " He said plainly.

He switched on the ignition and shifted into low, moving around the circular driveway and heading out of the parking area of the lawn.

" Sameer "

" Hmm ? "

" May I ask something ? "

" Sure "

" What do you think of Kashish ? " Her sudden, strange question surprised even herself.

He exhaled a cloud of smoke and then turned slowly to observe her.

When she met his jet black gaze in the half light, her heart seemed to flutter. Never, never, she thought, had she seen such powerful eyes.

" You love her, don't you ? " Her question left him answerless.

" Be honest, please " Her eyes, her face, her expression demanded nothing but honesty and the truth.

He tore his gaze away.

Next there was a traffic signal on the road which turned red as they reached the spot.

He stopped, gave her a baleful look then reluctantly laughed. " You don't know what're you talking about "

" As I told you, she was my past. Right now, I've some thing else in my mind and that is......" He left his sentence unfinished. Then, turning to face her, he looked deep into her eyes.

His eyes fastened her breaths and quickened her pulses.

"  You. " Her heart raced on his bold remark.  " I'm asking this again. Will you marry me Kiran ? " He asked plainly.

He was serious. She realized, stunned her gaze locked with his.

But his tone was casual. Like he's talking about some of his duty. Again, there was nothing special in it.

This is the time. To tell him that yes, I'm ready. Sameer, I'm honored beyond the ability of words to accept your proposal of marriage.
A shy smile began to dance on her lips as she managed to say,

" Hey, the green light is on"

 
 

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It's time to decide. Muskaan thought as she sat on her wedding bed, trembling, shaking, waiting for ' him'. Waiting for Shahroz Ahmed who was her husband now, her bride-groom.

Things had gone so fast, so rapidly today that she hardly had any chance of even realizing her own condition. She had not felt any special emotion, any feeling, any good thought today, like the brides usually have on this specific day, and for this special night.

Perhaps, he had stolen everything from her. He had left her forever with nothing but his hurting, painful memories.

Jahanzaib. She said softly. her lower lips quivered, and one huge, silvery tear appeared on her lower lash.

Handsome, clever, gentle, a man with good sense of humour, he had seemed too good to be true. He was !

What I'm doing ? This is my marriage night, and here I'm sitting on my wedding bed, waiting for my husband and thinking of some other man ?  She thought and felt like a disgusted girl.

Only then she heard the door of her bedroom opening and then closing softly.

Her breath caught in her throat and she wasn't breathing.

He was finally near her. But it's just physical nearness. She thought. " I wish, Shahroz Ahmed , I could feel your nearness  mentally and emotionally too. "

Pain. Sadness. Uncertainty.

Her heart thumping wildly as he got closer.  Should she hide her feelings. Or should she simply sit here, welcoming him with false smile and fake reaction. It would be a big lie to herself and to him. And she knew that those relationships which are based on lie, can't last longer.

He took the first step, then the second.

As he sat beside her on the bed, Muskaan's nostrils quivered with his intoxicating clean male scent.

But she'd made her mind now. She couldn't wait any longer. Withour raising her Ghoonghat-covered head, she opened her lips, giving way to the words she thought he must hear.

" Listen, Shahroz. Before anything else, I've to tell you something . "

She heard his sharp, small intake of breath. Like she'd shocked him.

" I.... I've to be honest with myself and above all, I've to be honest with you, you my husband. " Her voice was shaking, like the rest of her body. " There was someone... there was some other man in my life. I used to like him, may be even loved him but nothing more. " She finally said, gaining all of her courage and bravery.

He didn't say a word, just kept listening to her quietly, silently. May be he was too much shocked and hurt to say anything now.

" We never did anything which could betray my parents trust and break my religious rules. " She continued, her words high but her head still low. She didn't find much courage to raise her head and look into his eyes. "  All I've done is that, I loved him and believe me I had no control over that.  But I promise, I would forget him. I know it'll take some time. But I assure you, I would love you more than anyone. "

Finishing her sentence, she became completely silent. She was now waiting for his reaction. What would he do now? Punish me, beat me, divorce me or what. She couldn't think more.

For the first few moments, she didn't hear anything except his long breaths.

" I see, that's interesting. " He finally spoke.

But, somehow this voice sounded familiar. At first she was totally confused. This  voice had some thing typical in it.  She felt like, she remembered him, knew him.

She raised her head, and got the strongest shock of her life.

Infact the shock was so strong that she forgot everything, she left the bed and was about to scream when he gently put his hand on her mouth.

" Shhhhhhhh shhhh " He placed his index finger over her lips, silencing her.

" Take it easy, whole of the house is sleeping "

" But...what're you doing here Jahanzaib ??

" What's a bridegroom supposed to do in his bride's room ?" He smiled, his finger now playing with her lips.

" But... but.... where's Shahroz ?? how dare you come to a room of some other woman like this " She bit her lips, trying her best to keep her voice low.

" Other woman ? " He shrugged his shoulders. "  I thought you're my wife. "

" What's this all about ? Some kind of stupid game or a low joke ? " She said quickly.

" Ofcourse not. " His smile was very assuring.

" Where's Shahroz ?

" Right here, in front of you. " He smiled.

" But you're Jahanzaib "

" Jahanzaib is my family nick. Shahroz is my real name "

" Oh "  She felt her knees going weak, she sat back on the bed. " I'll kill Wafa and Mushkbaar. They didn't tell me anything."

" I told them not to . If you remember they insisted that you should atleast see Shahroz once. "

" Why did you do this ? " At the moment, she didn't know how to express her feelings. The shock, the surprise was too great to bear.

" I wanted to make sure that our feelings were mutual, before we get married. " He said in a slow voice, now sitting beside her on the bed.

She just stared at him unblinkingly. Not believing how lucky she was. Here he was, right in front of her. And he was all hers. She was his. He was hers.

" I wanted you to belong to me and only me. I couldn't face the thought of any other man having been in your life. It hurt. Even so early I knew there was you and nobody else. I had a sleepless night----- several sleepless nights. " Very gently, he took her hand in his. The touch re-assured her that it was not a dream. It sent shivers through her body. But the shivers were warm, not cold.

" Muskaan " His breathing was heavy. " The way you make me feel is impossible to describe. "

She looked sideways through her lashes at his clear cut, familiar profile, and said huskily. " Jahanzaib... ?

" Hmm ? " He asked, as he lifted a hand and flicked a strand of hair away from her eyes.

" I'm scared. " She whispered, and he turned to look quickly at her.

" Scared about being with me ? " He touched a finger to her chin, tilting her face up to him. The light touch against her throat and the intense concern she glimpsed in his eyes was almost too much.

" Scared about being so happy. " She confessed. " It's frightening to feel like this. "

His face cleared and he laughed, taking her hand and touching his lips to her palm lingeringly.

" It's going to last Insha'Allah. " He promised, his dark eyes passionate. " I've never been so sure of anything in my life. We belong together, I think I knew it from the moment I saw you. "

" You're surprising, tonight. " She whispered, smiling into his dark black eyes, her own eyes wonderfully black.

" This night would be full of surprises. " He pressed his eye naughtily, smiling. " And so would be our life, Inshsha'Allah. Full of pleasant surprises, tender feelings and love. "

He bent his head to look into eyes that shone with happiness, his hand tracing her face, gently pushing back her hair.

" I hate you . " She whispered, happy tears flooding her eyes when she thought of what life had been like without him.

" Acha, that's a news for me. By the way what were you saying the other day ? " He winked teasingly.

" Youuuuuuuuuuuuu " Unable to hide her shyness any longer, she covered her face with her hands.

His arms tightened around her, and Muskaan melted against him, two bodies that yearned together, two hearts that beat as one, perfect happiness to face a brand-new life.

Love couldn't be hidden..... it could be denied though.

 
 

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" They were not wrong. "

As she heard the sudden, sweet voice, Kashish cast her eyes up.

There she was, standing in front of her table, smiling broadly. Dressed in navy blue Saarhi with matching full sleeved blouse, she had the power to impress others at the first glance. Black, feminine sun-glasses made her fair face even more prominent and awesome.

" Oh Miss.Kiran you ? " Kashish blinked and stared. Their eyes held across the room, for much longer than was conventional.

Kiran looked at the young girl who sat behind the large office table. Thin rimmed glasses perched on Kashish's nose gave her an elegant, cute touch. She wore little or no makeup today, a big cream coloured scarf around her face making her sophisticated, unique and modest.

Finally, breathing a long sigh, Kashish ran her eyes up and down her in a way that told Kiran she wasn't the least impressed.

" I'm glad you remember me. " Kiran smiled, as on Kashish's request, she took a chair exactly opposite to hers.

"  I hope, I didn't disturb you in the middle of something. Your secretary told me it was an off-time for you. But looks like the young lady is still working, isn't she? " Kiran said plainly, as she placed her purse on the table.

" Yeah, due to heavy work, I stay up late these days. "

" I see " Kiran said, and studied her keenly.

" So what're you saying? Who was not wrong and about what ? " Kashish asked as she ordered tea.

" People have told me, you're the youngest female CSP officer of Pakistan  "

" Oh yes. Thanks " Kashish gave her a formal smile.

" Why did you thank me ? "

" I.... I mean you talked about me being the youngest woman in authority. " Kashish suddenly found herself trapped in the magical trance produced by this mature, beautiful woman.

" So do you think being ' young ' is something appreciative ? " Kiran glared at her with interest.

" Don't know. But with respect to my post, it is. " Kashish was not less than her either in any way, except the age, ofcourse.

In the mean time, one of the staff men brought tea for them.

" So how does it feel to be an authority ? " Kiran looked at her enquiringly.

" To me, much more responsible and sensitive. " She managed to steady her voice enough to answer.

" Good " Kiran murmured, taking the first sip of her tea.

" So what brings you here ? " Kashish asked.

" I wanted to discuss matters with respect to Sameer." Kiran said, her voice a little more active  now. " Care to talk about it? " She asked quietly.

" I'm a good listener and I think we're walking in the same direction." Kashish replied in a casual voice.

Kiran raised her eyes, watching her for a minute, and then she smiled, a slow, beautiful smile.

" That's the whole problem " Kiran's tone became even more serious now. " Directions are same, but paths are different."

" I see " Kashish said unevenly. " And who's on the wrong path ?"

" To me, it's you " Kiran said casually.

" Listen lady.... " Kashish closed the file in her front and bending a little she now gazed directly into Kiran's eyes. " I don't know what are you upto, but you have no right to judge who's wrong and who's right. "

" Yes, but as far as the matter of Sameer is concerned. I do have this right " Kiran said soberly.

" Aahh, and who gave you this right ? " Kashish gave her a pure sarcastic expression.

" Sameer " Kiran answered. " He trusts me and thinks I'm very reasonable. "

" Men always say women are reasonable. But in a group they just can't help treating woman as joke."

" Rubbish. Stop treating everyone according to your own immature criterias. " For the first time, Kiran's voice became a bit loud.

" That's exactly what're you doing  ' Miss.Mature' " Kashish said, as she poured some tea for herself, then added, " Men give you every reason to distrust them, then made you feel an idiot for doing so. "

" You're an immature and inexperienced young girl. " Kiran said, trying her best to keep her voice low. " Sameer is a mature man and you're too young for him. "

" How can you say that ? Besides, does love need one to be experienced ?" Although Kashish didn't raise her voice, there was steel in it.

" Do you love him "

" More than you "

" Do you trust him ? "

" More than myself '

" So do I. " Kiran's tone was calm, her accent clear.

" What? " Kashish's finely shaped eye brow raised quizzically.

" I love him. "

" I see. " Kashish breathed a sigh of sarcasm."  Is your beloved aware of your prejudice against age-differences ?" She enquired with acid sweetness.

" He knows I don't have any prejudices as such "

" I don't agree " Kashish turned her face away.

" Okay, tell me something Miss.Officer " Kiran suddenly asked, her tone a little complicated now.

" Yes ? "

" Does it hurt to love some one ? " Kiran looked deep into her eyes, as if trying to test her, judge her feelings.

" Why ? Do you care  ? "

" Only if it doesn't " She shrugged.

Kashish laughed.

" You are one interesting lady, do you know that " Kashish smiled up at her.

" Yes, I love talking with trouble makers. " Kiran pressed her left eye naughtily.

" I would take that as a compliment " Kashish brought the cup to her lips.

" Are you always this much trouble ? " Kiran said, gazing low into her tea-mug as if she might read something from the tea-leaves.

" An ordinary question, I take it " Kashish smiled stiffly.

" You can, if you want. But before considering it an "ordinary" one, do remember that it's about you "

An intense wave of pure anger passed through Kashish's body. She looked hard at Kiran.

" Nothing personal, but you're wasting your time. " Kashish replied in a calm tone. " Sameer doesn't care about girls like you . "

A rapid flood of sheer anger wanted to sweep her mind off, but Kiran tried to remind herself that she wasn't a woman who flew into rage easily. Most of her friends had never even seen her lose her temper. But this "girl" was making that damn difficult. If she could be blunt, so could she.

" You're in the right place but at the wrong time " Kashish added thickly.

" Who knows " Trying her best to contain her patience, Kiran gave her another smile." May be, its the wrong place but the right time "

" You're difficult "

" Easy " Kiran breathed gently. " Take it easy. "

" One of us is confused here" Kashish said sweetly. " And it's not me. "

" I'm glad you atleast think there's some confusion. " Kiran giggled. Her giggle made Kashish angrier than ever.

" I just don't need you messing him up, OK ? She stopped for a moment, like she's trying to control her nerves. " So, I'm warning you now, just don't play games with him. "

" May be you should mind your own business, Kashish. " It was now enough for Kiran too, she wanted to break the pride present in this girl.  " Sameer's not a child and you don't have any right to interfere in our relationship. "

" Relationship ? " Kashish said with scorn. " Lady, you came just couple of weeks ago and you've established    "relationships " with him, huh ?"

" We knew each other since years "

" I guess you make relationships very fast, don't you ? " Kashish remarked sarcastically.

"  We don't always make relationships young girl, sometimes they're automatic and involuntary. Anyway, we've got a lot to discuss, sweet girl. " Kiran still had that strange softness in her voice, and it totally mystified her. She sounded like a different person.

" I don't want to discuss anything with you " Kashish said coldly.

" If manners indicate age, you're still a fifteen-year-old child. " Kiran glared at her with sadness.

" Stop treating me like a child. "

" Stop behaving like one. "

" Why do you always think of me as some ' young girl ' " ? Kashish's anger was clearly showing now.

" Because you are a young girl. " Kiran smiled wonderfully.

" No. You call me so because of your own complex. " Kashish muttered thickly. The amusement in Kiran's gaze taunted her.

" That's the biggest joke. Complex of what ? " Kiran laughed, shaking her head like not believing what she's hearing.

" Age complex. You have passed your golden era. "

" Being twenty nine, I'm more close to him with respect to age. " Kiran reminded her.

Kashish came up out of the chair, and stared at her, then went to the office window. Then looked at her again. Biting her lower lip, she looked like a woman in distress.

" I think I know what's uppermost on your mind right now. " Kiran's smile was never going to cease.

" Oh yes ? " Kashish challenged.

" You're probably wondering that how do I know so much about you and Sameer "

Kashish didn't say a word.

Kiran took the last sip of her tea, quite enjoying Kashish's silence.

Kashish's answer brought a look of surprise to her eyes.

" You don't know him at all, that's it. " Kashish said, with a self-assuring tone.

" And Miss.Kiran, I'm not making polite conversation now. That's an order." Kashish's anger didn't surprise Kiran, as she was already prepared for her reaction.

Kiran bristled at her tone but saluted and said. " Yes, Madam '

" Since when do you call me Madam? "

" Since when do you ever make polite conversation with me ? "

Kashish laughed softly.

Unexpectedly, Kiran laughed as well. " I don't blame you for being angry, and I understand why is so. Jealousy is burning you up."

" Phew, jealousy of what ?Miss.Mature woman ? " She cut in sarcastically.

" That I have everything. I have Sameer, his mother, his love, his respect. But you don't have anything. "

" I see " For some strange reason, a weird smile came to Kashish's lips.

" Yeah, this must be awful for you, but you don't have anything like that " Without her wish, Kiran's voice grew harsh.

" Me ? " Kashish shrugged her shoulders in a casual gesture. "  I........ have ..... Saba " She smiled lively.

For an instant, Kiran didn't know what to say or what to think. For the first time, Kashish had caught her from a weak, sensitive point. Yes, Saba was something she couldn't blame to own in the present circumstances.

" Look - I'm not out to seduce your cousin or whatever." Kiran replied bluntly, annoyed to be explaining herself. " And Sameer isn't losing his head over me. He likes me, may be even loves me and that's none of your business. "

On her remark, Kashish's smile vanished immediately.

" Aah, we'll see " In Kashish's eyes was molten look of challenge.

She was not quite sure what was going to happen next, only that they were locked in what felt like mortal combat.

" Is that a threat ? "

" You better believe it, Miss.Kiran. Consider yourself challenged." Kashish said in an odd, soft voice, charged with something----amusement or threat, Kiran couldn't be sure which.

Smiling, Kiran put her sunglasses on. Then without saying anything more, she left her chair, glanced at Kashish for the last time and then turned back.

" Stop playing games with me Miss.Mature woman  " Kiran heard her say on her back.

Kiran turned back to face her once again, a very sure-of-herself smile now decorating her beautiful face.

" I'm not playing. The games are over. " She finally said, then turning on her heel she stalked out.

" Let's see who wins "

Kashish's last words nearly drowned out by slamming of her office door.

 
 

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" Nice to meet you Miss.Kiran " Dr.Shahraam gave her a sober smile. " What can I do for you lady ? "

" First of all. I want to apologize for disturbing you so late. But I had to, see it's very important matter."

" Not at all. I sleep late these days, preparing for some exam actually. " He pointed towards the steaming coffee mugs present on the central dining table.

" However, the only thing I wonder about is that how did you locate my address. " He murmured.

" It was not a tough job. " Kiran smiled softly. " Besides, your friend Shaheryaar's family has terms with my family."

" Oh I see. That's wonderful. " Dr.Shahraam felt truly surprised. "  So, what's the important matter ? "

" Do you remember a girl named Kashish ? " Kiran raised the coffee mug in her hand, now looking directly into his eyes.

For an instant, he felt pure confusion and didn't know what to say.

" Look doc, I know it's against your professional code of conduct to disclose any information about your patients..... " Kiran was as confident like always.

" But you must not forget, that I'm not here to gain some clinical information " She added ambitiously. " Right now, I'm at your house, and want to inquire about some personal, family matter. It has nothing to do with your profession. "

" Okay . " Dr.Shahraam cleared his throat. "  I'm her family doctor. "

" I see. " Kiran slowly sipped her coffee, all the while observing him very carefully.

" So ? Still I don't know what's the important matter. " He was little frustrated now.

" I was just coming to the point. " Kiran smiled gently. " If you remember, about three or four years ago, Kashish's sister, Kisa got married with their cousin. Do you remember ?  "

" Yes, I know " Dr.Shahraam's beats now acquired a fast pace. " What the hell this gorgeous woman wants from me at 10:00 p.m ? "

" Good. " Kiran smiled again. " Do you know, before proposing Kisa, the guy Sameer, wanted to marry Kashish. "

" I don't know about their family matters. "

" That's interesting. " Kashish laughed. For some strange reason, her laughter sent cold shivers through his spine.

This woman, sure had some strange, unseen features in her personality.

" It's really interesting doc.... " Her tone became a bit rough. " She said, you two were in love, and were prepared for marriage and now you're saying you don't even  know about her family matters. "

" But... "

" Wait.... " Kiran raised her hand, cutting his sentence.  " I'm not finished yet. What's even more interesting is that our Doctor.Shahraam got married last month with his colleague and Kashish participated in his marriage very happily. "

" For God's sake. " Dr.Shahraam whispered, clenching his jaws. " Keep your voice low. My wife is in other room. "

" Okay, okay . " She laughed for the third time. " Don't be scared. I'm not here to blackmail you. I just want the truth. "

Dr.Shahraam let out a steady, long breath.

" See doc, it's very important matter. Four lives depend upon it. " Kiran was determined to convince this man.

" Ah, thats what she said too. " Before he could make an attempt to stop them, the words were out.

" What ? "

" Oh nothing. "

" Listen doc, you've got to tell me. " Kiran's eyes were now deeply looking into his, not giving him any chance of escape.

" Well. Okay,  " He sighed heavily, then straightened up on the sofa, like he's now determined to empty his heart.

" Besides, I guess after Kisa's death there's no use for keeping it a secret anymore. Infact the girl sacrificed her whole life. We must appreciate her for that." He added matter-of-factly.

" WHO ? For heaven's sake Doc. Tell me who're you talking about ? " Despite of her effort, Kiran couldn't control her voice this time.

" Kashish " He said automatically.

" Yes.  " He said again, but he was not going to stop now. It was becoming enough for him.

" Kashish loved her cousin Sameer. But at the monent, when he was almost about to propose her, Kashish suddenly found out that she was not the only one who loved Sameer. " He said in a firm tone.

" Oh My God. " Kiran gasped. " Don't tell me that.... "

" Yes, her elder sister, Kisa. She was also in love with him. "

Kiran swallowed hard, as Dr.Shahraam told her all the details. She had never thought Kashish could think like this at such a young age. Her game was so mature, her plan was so tight.

" Her plan really worked. As she thought, Sameer changed his proposal at the very moment when she told him that she loves me, and is waiting for Kisa to get married with some one. " He told her every thing then.

" Thanks doc. Thanks for your time " Taking a long breath, she finally stood up. " And forgive me if I said anything harsh, but as you can know, that was necessary. "

" It's okay. I understand. " Dr.Shahraam replied firmly as he guided her to her car which was parked in the porch.

" So what're you going to do now ? " He asked finally, as she ignited the engine.

" Honestly, I don't know. I'm confused, even more than ever. " Kiran glanced at him through the car window.

" Anyways, take care, Allah Hafiz " She gave him the last smile.

" Young girl........ " She whispered to herself, as she put her black mercedes in the top gear.

" I didn't know you're so great. "

 
 

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Sameer was silent for a moment after listening to her intently, as Kiran told him about her meeting with Dr.Shahraam.

His eyes grew wider as Kiran fed him about the details of Kashish's plan.

" I never thought she could think like that." He took a long, deep breath. He was still shocked from the details of what Kiran had just told him.

" And that was the whole fault. If you could think on this ground, you were not going to hate her. " Kiran smiled soberly.

" Yes, she did give a big sacrifice. " Sameer admitted as she stopped. "  No doubt about that. "

" But the way she used me, the manner she behaved in. It was so hurting. " As he spoke, he could still feel the biting memories of how Kashish had talked to him.

" Yes, an arrogant, proud Miss.Attitude she's been. " Kiran smiled softly. " But she is really nice at heart. More sober now."

" Anyways, I was just going to make some tea. Or would you like coffee ? ' He scrambled to his feet. His tone was so casual and ordinary that Kiran was seriously confused. Was he hiding his feelings and expressions or Kashish didn't mean anything to him now ? Kiran asked to herself.

" Oh, tea would be great. " She answered and then silently followed him to his kitchen.

" Did you ever wonder why I married Kisa ?" He asked abruptly, taking tea cups out of the kitchen cabinet.

" Why do you say that ? " She asked back plainly.

" I mean, I thought you might wonder that if I was interested in Kashish then what suddenly changed my mind and I married her sister instead ? " He asked, now looking deeply into her deep eyes.

She smiled, then laughed softly. " Ofcourse I know " She crossed her arms over her body."  You always liked Kisa. Though you loved her only in the end, I mean after marriage. "

" Well... you sure have deep observation. "  He set the kettle on the stove and turned on the gas burner. He was clearly impressed. She was telling him things which he thought no one knew except his own heart.

" Your rage, anger and hatred for Kashish became your love and affection for Kisa. " She added.

This time he didn't say anything. His lips were tightly closed, and though his voice and tone showed he was normal as ever but his facial expessions revealed the opposite. He's looking like a depressed man, a tensed one. Kiran decided after studying him thoroughly.

She watched him move around the kitchen with masculine grace, taking the box of herbal tea from the cupboard, opening the packet that held the tea bag with hands so male, it seemed impossible they could perform such a delicate task. The kettle whistled, and he poured hot water into the cup.

" You remember once you told me that Kisa presented the theory of how one can rise in love ? " She asked, still lost in his sight.

" Yes. I do remember. We were in Florida then. " He said, admiring her memory.

" This is the whole philosophy behind what Kashish had done. " Kiran said, then stepping forward she raised the tray containing tea-cups in her hands.

A second later, Sameer followed her into his room.

" I guess you're right. " Sameer sighed. " That's why I think that love is another name for sacrifice. You can't test, can't judge your feelings unless you give a hard, tough exam for that. And most often, to get a real success, you've to sacrify. "

He opened one of the windows wider----- it was a glorious spring day, the air just warm enough, the sun already brilliant.

" Yes I agree. "  She said, handing him his tea-cup.

" But she behaved so selfishly. Why didn't she think about my happiness too? " He said in his slow, deep voice, as she got to the Sofa and sat beside Saba.

' Yes, Kashish's plan was sort of a selfish one. She did play with your feelings, hurting you. But you must not forget that she did so for her sister's happiness. " She explained, watching Saba with interest as the baby girl played with her toys.

He sat down opposite her at the easy chair.

" But Again Sameer, what's the big deal, huh? Even now, she will marry you. " Kiran sipped her tea slowly, then without giving him chance to speak, she asked, " So now you tell me. Do you still love her ? Be honest and frank Sameer. If you don't love her, then yes, she can't take you away from me. "

" I don't know what're you saying, but I assure you one thing. Once we get married, you'll be the only woman in my life, in my mind and heart. That's a man's promise. " As he spoke, she searched his face and his eyes but didn't find a slightest hint of lie. Yes, he was honest and sincere like always.

All the feelings of closeness warmed her again. Yes, she would be her man now. Only hers. No one would take him away now.

" But hey... why you are taking her side? hmm? why are you giving explanations for her ? " He asked.  She felt his searching look on her.

" Me.. I... well " Before she could reply, they heard Mrs.Hasan's voice.

" Sameer you have a phone call . "

" Excuse me for a moment. " He said and left the room.

This was the moment Kiran was waiting for. Quickly, she opened her purse and drew a small framed picture out. After confirming that no one was watching, she opened Sameer's cupboard. Her hand immediately found the required object. Without wasting a second, she returned to Sofa , sitting beside Saba who was playing with her doll.

" Saba, sweet girl, your Aunt wants to ask you something ? "

Saba raised her head and simply glared at her. Not sure what to say or do.

Carefully, Kiran put the two framed pictures in front of the baby. One was her own, and the other was Kashish's.

" Saba sweety, who's good ? " Kiran asked, her voice filled with expectations and hopes.

" Ammmiii " Saba's little hand reached out to touch Kashish's picture. She grabbed it, taking it to her mouth.

The answer was evident.

" Ammi achi ? " She caressed her head.

" Jeeee "

Kiran let out a long, tired breath. Then, hearing his foot steps, she ran towards the cupboard, and placed Kashish's picture back at its original place, and finally closed the cupboard.

" Hey, this is nice picture. " Hearing his voice, she turned back.

Sameer had her picture in his hands.

" Thanks, it's like two years old " She tried to smile.

" Doesn't matter. " He smiled gently. " You're still the same. "

" That's the whole problem. " She sighed. " I'm not the same. " Then glancing at Saba, she whispered to herself.

" Atleast to Saba . "

 
 

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The sun shone, the Karachi sky was a stunning blue dome and she was with a handsome man full of life and energy. No complications, no unsafe subjects. She felt suddenly free and young and a bit crazy. The beach wind tugged at her hair.

" I love the beaches of Karachi. So peaceful, so modest, unlike Miami beaches. For example Las Olas beach of Miami, where you don't see anything except nude people. " Kiran chuckled, feeling easy and elated. The rain had gone. The air smelled wonderful, just right-cool and crystalline.

" Yes, the beaches are another speciality of Karachi " Sameer's black sunglasses turned towards her.

He wore wrap-around reflector sunglasses and all she could see in them when he turned to her was a distorted version of her own face.

" Saba" He called, " Come here princess ! "

He looked cool and graceful in a stone-coloured, light-weight suit and a white, open-necked shirt that showed off the tanned column of his upper chest and neck.

Kiran walked towards Saba, who sat on the beach's sand, making little house of sand with the help of her little hands. She hadn't succeeded in making one yet.

" Let me help you Saba " Brushing her wavy dark brown hair away, Kiran sat beside the little girl and began to help her.

Sameer looked at them with interest. The sight was very touchy, as both concentrated on the little house, like it'd be the one they're going to live into.

" Aadaab"

Though the sudden, unexpected voice had come from behind, it was enough to allert all of his senses as he stood transfixed at his place.

Not believing what it reminded of, he slowly turned back to locate the source and then gasped.

Kashish was there. Alone, dressed in plain white kurta shilwar and the matching Dupatta and scarf. She looked more lonely, more sad than ever.

" I... I hope, I haven't caused any trouble. "

Sameer stiffened. His eyes were wide and he stared at her without blinking.

" Aummiii, ammmiii " Totally forgetting her interesting game, Saba rose and began to run toward her aunt.

" Come here, Saba, you won't go there" He clenched his teeth and picked her up in his arms before the baby girl could reach her aunt.

Saba began to cry in protest.

" What on earth you're doing here ? " He finally managed to choke out.

" I invited her "

Instead of Kashish, it was Kiran who replied.

Sameer turned to Kiran.

" What ? You invited her ? " Sameer couldn't believe what he was hearing.

" Yes. "

" But WHY ??

" She challenged me. "

" I still do " Kashish replied thickly.

" Challenge ? about what ? " Confusion and frustration over took him completely.

" To get you " Kiran said, as she left her place and came to stand few feet way from Kashish.

It was a strange sight, with Kiran and Kashish in front of each other and Sameer and Saba in between them.

" What?? "

" So young gal, you'll see the climax of this game now. " Kiran said, a wild smiling playing on her lips now, she ignored Sameer as she spoke.

" Yeah, that's why I'm here. " Kashish's tone matched hers.

" Stop this stupid game. " Sameer's patience had now crossed its final limit.

" Who am I, huh ? WHO I AM ? a toy, or a victory prize ?? " He yelled. He didn't stop then.

" It's enough now, for God's sake, stop treating me like a prize money or something. I'm a living human being, with all of my senses alive. "

Both women stood at their respective places, listening to him but saying nothing. Perhaps there was nothing to say now.

They, for the first time, realized that in their mutual selfish egotistical
war, they had ignored him, the main reason, the basic cause of their dispute.

" It was Kashish who challenged me. " Kiran opened her mouth after a long silence.

" WOW, and you accepted her challenge ? " Sameer cut in sarcastically. " If she's immature then what about you, huh ?"

" And you Kashish " He turned his head to look straight at her. "  Leave me please, don't ruin my remaining life, go away. "

But before she could react, some one stopped her.

" Wait " Kiran raised her hand, then she stared at Sameer. Her voice was very determined, her tone very strange.

" Okay, Sameer, we leave it to you now. Now you decide your future, your life partner. " Kiran said.

" Are you in your senses? This is not some stupid game of little kids " Sameer shouted.

" Yeah, that's what I'm saying. This is the most serious matter, and you have to decide about it " Kiran said, looking deep into his eyes with hope and expectation.

" You're putting me in an impossible situation. "  A muscle clenched in Sameer's jaw.

" No, Sameer Hasan, you've put yourself in this situation. " Kiran said sharply.

He stood like a stone statue in between them. It was the toughest, most impossible situation of his life. He had to decide, he had to select, he had to choose one living human being as his future, while rejecting, discarding and leaving the other one.

Here they were------the two most wonderful women on his either side.

One woman had his ' heart ', the other had his ' word '.

He had to choose one, and had to leave one, for ever.

" Or do you need some more time to think ? " Kiran laughed.

It occured to him that if he won't decide it right now his brain would explode at any second. He decided that finally,   after years of suspecting it, he was at last utterly losing his mind. He had to finish this dangerous, wild game right now.

Still he didn't move, didn't even blink. He stared at Kashish, feeling a loneliness he knew was going to damn him for the rest of his days.

Almost on a sigh he heard himself saying, " I...... I've made up my mind. I'll...... "

Leaving his sentence unfinished, he glanced at Kashish for the last time, then lowering his head, he stepped towards Kiran.

Kashish looked up, her eyes still dark with shock. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words emerged. She was looking at Sameer and yet it was almost as if she was looking at stranger.

Kiran's face lit up, she smiled with all of her beauty and power. She had won. There was no doubt about that.

Kashish parted her lips to try to speak. Instead, to her horror, a sob issued forth. Her hand flew to her lips and she gazed up at Sameer.

" Sorry Kashish...... but..but... you don't deserve me. Or may be, I don't deserve you " He said painfully, without turning back to her.

Kashish gasped in fear. Was that really him saying those things ? It was almost frightening to realize that she couldn't bear to have him let her go.

" Sameer, don't, please. " Her voice was a thick, unfamiliar croak, but at last speaking freed her from her momentary paralysis. Crying like a typical eight-year-old girl, Kashish tried her last effort, but it was useless.

" I don't want to lose you now . " Kashish said shakily. There were silent please in her teary eyes.

Kiran gave her a look that said she hoped in vain.

He didn't listen to her. He ignored even Saba's screams. He had become senseless man now, like a robot or a machine who doesn't have any emotions or feelings.

Slowly Kashish lifted her head, until she was looking straight at him. He saw the fear in her brown eyes, saw the tears she was fighting, saw the courage that sustained her despite everything.

" Alright,...... as.... you wish" Atlast Kashish said shakily, her tone felt like one of a defeated warrior, who had lost everything.

" I... I would leave you two, but.... She was now looking at Kiran with odd mixture of pain and defeat in her eyes. Her breath locked in her throat, tears not far away again.

" What else you can do now, huh?,  you don't have any choice young girl " Kiran didn't let her finish her sentence.

" I beg you Kiran,....Sameer... ? Please. I swear, I would never come in between you two. I would go very far from here....just...." She promised.

" Yeah ?? " Kiran raised her brows sharply.

" Just... just give Saba to me. I can't live without her. Please I beg you " In a tortured voice, she pleaded.

Kiran bit her lower lip, not knowing what to say now.

" Yes, I assure you she'd be very happy with us. With me, with my parents. They miss her alot " Kashish said in a low, husky voice.

Sameer was completely silent now. He just didn't understand which kind of game his fate was playing with him.

Scared as much as a little lamb who's about to be sacrificed, Saba began to cry.

" Stop it, Saba, guriya " Sameer patted her.

He then transferred his gaze to Kiran.

" What should I do ? " Reaching near her, he whispered.

" I don't know, you decide. You're her father "  Kiran replied thickly, her voice devoid of any emotion.

Surprised at her strange behaviour, Sameer lost last of his hope too.

He swallowed hard, and then turned back.

With trembling feet and shaking hands, he placed the desperate and crying figure of Saba in Kashish's hands. Kissing his daughter, he threw a final good-bye glance at her, fighting back his tears. But perhaps today had been the worst day for him so far. Fate only had continous defeats for him today. Even tears defeated him, as the large, warm drops trickled down his cheeks. He rubbed his cheeks with the back of his palms mercilessly and then leaving his life in the arms of Kashish, he began to walk towards Kiran with forceless, tired steps. He knew there'd be no turning back now.

" Bye loser" Kiran addressed Kashish loudly, a wild smile of victory was present on her lips now.

For the last time, Kashish glanced at the couple. She had Saba in her arms, the baby now quiet and content, sucking her thumb.

But Kashish didn't say anything then. She didn't even look at Kiran. All she did was to stare at Sameer.

She stared and looked at him in silence, like she would never get a chance to see him again. Her deep brown eyes growing darker as her penetrating gaze swept over him as though committing to memory someone special. Someone you knew you wouldn't be seeing again.

His felt heart cried out in anguish. Her eyes were saying goodbye !

Then with slow, unsteady steps she walked away, leaving the couple behind her, caressing Saba's soft little body with her hand.

Sameer was completely lost in the sight of Kashish and his daughter going away, leaving him forever, when suddenly some one grasped his hand.

" Give me your hand my bridegroom-to-be ." Kiran said happily. Her voice was loud enough to be heard by slowly- walking figure of Kashish.

" Paa Liya " Kiran screamed.

" Got you finally, haha "
She couldn't keep the laughter inside.

" Bus Tum Ko Paana Tha . ... so Paa Liya " She felt hysteria edging into her.

Her laughter was so loud, high and continous that Sameer looked at her with sheer astonishment, doubting her present mental condition.

" Are you laughing or crying ? " Seeing the deep waters in her eyes, he asked.

He had never seen such aspect of Kiran.

" What do you think, huh ? " She asked back, her voice uneasy and weak.

Unn Aankhon ka hansna bhi kiya....

Jinn Aankhon mein Paani Na Ho

As she held his hand, he noted that she was cold and yet sweating at the same time. Her fingers were shaking, her whole body was trembling.

She held his hand for few moments. Then she closed her eyes, not saying a word, just experiencing the wonderful feeling of his magical touch, perceiving his charismatic nearness. She had possessed him, made him hers, claimed him. The feeling was just so satisfying and wonderful.

Letting out a long breath, she pressed his hand lightly, softly and then took her hand back.

" Go" A mere, strange whisper came out of her mouth.

" What ? "

" I said go " She gently pushed him back.

" But where ? "

" To Saba, to Kashish, to your ' love' " She sobbed.

Sameer opened his mouth to deny her but she went on.

" I have found you, I've got you, but now you don't lose her " She said speechlessly.

" GO SAMEER, for God's sake, stop her before she goes out of your reach. You love her Sameer. Trust me, you both love each other. Right from the beginning and.... " She stopped to take another breath then began again.

" She loves Saba more than any other woman. I can't love Saba ever like the way she does. Besides, Saba is Kashish's own blood."

" But ... " He wanted to argue, but she didn't seem to be listening.

" You know what Sameer, I was always waging a losing battle. Ultimately I won at the price of the loss. Kashish lost the battle but love won, like always " Kiran's eyes were watery.

" But Kiran I like you "

" Yes, you ' like ' me but you ' love ' Kashish "  She tried to smile.

" No " He closed his eyes, fighting with himself.

" Yes, " She shouted with all of her force. " For God's sake. You have to tell me this today. I'm asking this for the last time. I would never forgive you if you don't answer now "

" What ? "

" DO YOU LOVE HER ? " She yelled.

He didn't reply at first. He stood fuming like a steam-engine about to burst from internal pressure, clenching his fists till the nails dug into his palms.

" Do you.... " She wanted to ask again, but he cut in sharply, yelling back.

" YES, I love her. Is this what you want to hear, hmm ?  Are you happy now ? "

For an instant she became speechless. How painful it was, how hurting it was, to see, to hear him confessing his ' love ' for some other woman.

Gaining all of her power, she opened her mouth to speak.

" Yes, much calm and happier than before " A sob caught in her throat. Her
lips snarled, quivered, then curved in a strained smile.

" But before you go, here's some gift from me " She said in weak, tired voice, as she opened her shoulder bag and took out a big key.

" What's this ?" He asked, taking the key from her hand.

" Salman Villa " She gave him a sad smile. " A present from Kiran to Sameer "

" Oh God, Kiran.... " He wanted to protest, but she pushed him with force.

" Now go please, tumhein khuda ka waasta " She cried, " Please ? "

Chewing his lip, Sameer nodded, then pressed her hand back with assurance. But as soon as he turned back her voice stopped him again.

" Wait, Sameer. "

Without saying a word, he turned to face her again.

" There's one more thing. "
She stiffened, a sob caught in her throat.

And then, extending her hand in front of him, she slowly opened her closed fist. Sameer saw she had his engagement ring in her hand.

She didn't say a word then. She just stared at him with watery eyes and trembling lips.

Looking deep into her eyes, he lifted the ring from her hand. While doing so, his fingers touched hers.

She gasped, the contact was electrifying. Her lashes fluttered closed on their own will. When she opened her eyes again, he was not there.

" You were never mine " She said tearfully, as she saw him walking towards the slowly disappearing figures of Kashish and Saba.

" And still I got you. " The words whispered past lips, trembling slightly with the aftermath of shock of " Letting him go ".

She saw him until the last moment, and then he disappeared from her sight.

Kiran didn't move from her place. She stood at her place for what seemed like hours.

" Get inside " A pure masculine voice brought her back to her senses.

" Huh? " She stared at her right and saw a black mercedes approaching her slowly. From the side window of the car, she saw him. He wore a black shirt and black jacket, which made him appear more handsome than ever.

Once inside the car, Kiran closed her eyes and leaned back against the headrest. She was tired ... so tired

" Why did you do this ? " He asked.

" To save three lives from ruining " She whispered breathlessly.

" Three ?"

" Yeah. Lives of Saba, Kashish and Sameer. Saba loves her aunt and father. Sameer loves Kashish and his daughter and Kashish loves her niece and her cousin. No home left for Kiran you see? " She smiled sadly.

" I see " He took a long, slow breath and put his black sun-glasses back on his face.

" Besides, it's not a big deal. If Kiran's sacrifice can make three lives happy then it's not a bad business at all . " She said, rubbing the side of her cheek to absorb any remaining traces of tears.

" Well... " He sighed loudly. " A sad ending of an unforgettable love story " He ignited the engine.

" No " She shook her head. " Love doesn't have to have a happy ending, 'coz love doesn't have to end at all."

" Was he your ultimate dream ? "

" I never dreamt of ' owing ' him, ofcourse. "  A breath escaped from deep in her throat. " Might as well have dreamt of owing the moon. However, I did dream of  ' getting ' him, and as you can see, my dream finally came true. "

Shifting the car into reverse, he backed out of the road.

" See, what're they doing now " He said in a cold voice, as their car slowly passed beside them.

Kiran turned her head, looking at the couple for the last time.

Saba was between them. Both of them were on either side of hers, kissing her cheeks at the same time.

" Well....... I guess they're talking about me. "  With smiling lips but crying eyes , she placed her head back on the headrest and closed her eyes.

How can I say goodbye to someone I never had? Why do tears fall for someone who was never mine? Why is
that I miss someone I was never with and I ask why I love someone who's love was never mine?"

A spattering of rain began to fall, blurring the windshield.

 
 

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He approached her from her left, drawing her sideways glance.

" Kashish?"

It was Sameer's voice. She froze, stood transfixed like a saint before a vision of heaven.

Her eyes met his. His met hers. They were not speaking a single word, yet their eyes were. Some times, we don't need words to express our feelings. Do we ? Infact our eyes are more powerful than our tongue. Telling, whispering, laughing, smiling and showing those feelings which you can't express through words.

She stopped at her place, so did he.

Her heart thumped so loudly she was certain he would hear it. He got near her and looked fully into her deep lake-like eyes.

The collision of eyes was intense than ever. Both remained motionless, frozen in time as they stared at each other. Kashish's eyes wide and wondering, her lips slightly parted.

" I'm back " His eyes cried.

" Where were you ? " Her eyes asked.

" In your heart " His answered

" Did you miss me ? " Hers inquired

" More than you think " His answered.

" I'm sorry, forgive me , would you ? " Hers matched his.

" For what ? " His questioned.

" I hurt you alot " Hers said.

" It's hurts to love some one. " His spoke.

" Yes, it does " Hers reflected.

" I wish I could tell you how much I love you " His expressed.

" And I wish you could feel how much I love you " Hers showed.

" You know you look more beautiful than ever " His told hers admiringly.

" And you look more graceful than ever " Hers smiled shyly.

" Tell me, this is not a dream " Hers wanted assurance

" It's not, my Kashish. But it's a fulfilment of our mutual dream " His assured hers.

" Puppa, Puppppa" Saba began to clap happily. Unable to stop her tears of gladness and contentment, she kissed Saba on her cheeks. It was the instant when her senstive nostrils came across with a wonderful, familiar, male fragrance. She opened her eyes, only to find him very near, infact just in front of her, with only Saba between them.

" Oh, looks like rain is near. "
He filled his lungs with soft, cool evening air and stared up in the depths of clouded sky.

" Yes, rain is near. "
She breathed.

" Yes, " He whispered. His slow, deep voice stirring unknown, undiscovered emotions and feelings deep with in her. "Rain of happiness, blessings and greetings "

They didn't speak a word then. Opening the door of his car, he motioned her to sit beside him. She obeyed him silently, happily, satisfactorily. As she sat there, she could smell Kisa's fragrance emitting from Saba who sat in her lap, giggling happily. She kissed her hair, inhaled the sweet fragrance deeply and then closed her eyes with sheer calmness.

She opened her eyes only when the car stopped. They had reached Salman Villa.

Her eyes widened in shock and surprise, but before she could ask any thing, she saw him nodding and smiling.

His expression gave her all the answers.

She couldn't believe her luck today. Just few moments ago, she was disappointed, lost, hurt, thinking of herself as the most unfortunate woman of the world. And then here she was, smiling, laughing, crying with contentment. As they truly say, you never know, until you get it.

Climbing out of the car, Sameer unlocked the main door of the house then stepped inside. Kashish and Saba followed him slowly.

" It's still like the past days. " Sameer breathed.

" Yes, " Kashish said, having a look of the surroundings. " I can still smell the fragrance of Kisa Baji " Her voice became husky.

Without even having to strain her imagination to the slightest degree, she could already see Kisa, herself and Sameer laughing, smiling, chuckling.

Those had been good days...... happy, carefree days, before.........

Time was when they had been completely light-hearted, nothing seeming able to touch the happy circle that was family. But tragedy had struck with bewildering speed.

" Same doors, same walls, which shared our childhood, our golden days..." Sameer couldn't stop his tears either.

Noticing change in his voice, Kashish looked at him automatically.

In that instant, as if somebody had suddenly cast her backward in time, she was eight years old again, and an eighteen year old boy with shiny black hair was kneeling before her to tie the lace of her shoe. Due to his nice manners and sincerity, he had been drawn to her parents attention, had been drawn into her family. Her parents had treated him like a son, and Kashish Ali had treated him like an adored older brother. Yes, it had been the best part of her life because of Sameer. But now, the boy who had taught her to play, read and build forts out of beach sand was standing there, looking as if life had treated him even worse that it had treated her.

She caught her breath, but just then Sameer looked at her, an bit older face. A cold, impassive, ' man ' face. One look at his face was enough to tell anyone that he had learned life's lessons the hard way.

Slowly, he raised his gaze to her face and wondered what had kept him so distant from her. She was Kashish. His Kashish. He hadn't been able to keep his emotional distance from that little eight year old girl, so what on earth had made him think he could  keep his distance from the woman she'd become? She had grown up, she had changed, she was in no way like the child he remembered, but she still had the power to fascinate him, although the fascination was of an utterly different charecter now.

He would make her his by giving her what no one else ever had. It was that simple. A man didn't hold a woman by making her his slave, his toy, or his victim. He didn't hold her through terror, or fear, or superior strength. A man kept his mate by making her want to stay. A man kept his mate by respecting her, pleasing her, loving her.

" Where're you going? " He asked, as he saw her walking towards the lawn.

" To lawn, to see  ' him ' " She replied.

" It's useless, " He sighed . " They cut.....

" Noooo " She shook her head, the brown hair brushing her cheeks with the violence of her refusal.
Then without saying any further word, she ran towards the lawn. The lawn now looked deserted. Only few dry, lonely plants were present there. No flowers, only thorns. Pains and sorrows had not only affected human beings of this house, plants were involved too.

Their friend of old times, companion of happy and sad times, their fellow, their dear old neem tree was not there.

But before she could do more than register the impact, she saw some thing else there.

There was some small neem plant out there, exactly at the same place.

Sameer's eyes widened as he followed Kashish, with Saba in his lap.

" I can't believe this. It's..... it's so cute " She edged closer.

" It's so beautiful " He breathed, touching the leaves with gentle fingers.

Only then, they noticed a small plain card attached with its thin stem.

On it, was written,

" With Love, from Kiran "

 
 

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" Ladies and gentlemen, we instruct all passengers of flight number PK-110 for New York, to gather at the respective counter. "

Distantly, Kiran heard the first call of her flight.

" Take care Shaheryaar. " She gave him a slow, sad smile. " And do stay in touch. "

Nodding, Shaheryaar gave her a reassuring smile. She looked absolutely wonderful today. Pains and sorrows had given her a unique and special kind of beauty.

A queen of sadness, almost. Shaheryaar thought, as he stared at her. She wore a dark black kurta shilwar with big black Dupatta, which not only covered her body but was present on her head too, in a pure Pakistani style, hiding the  full length and softness of her hair.The only jewelry she wore at the moment was a big, ring of silver in her nose.

She was breath-taking and yet so modest, so precious, so un-revealed, so pure, so Pakistani, so eastern. Shaheryaar couldn't think more.

" You know what Shaheryaar, when I came to Pakistan, I was prepared to spend my whole life here, with him. But seems like I don't deserve this country. " She murmured slowly, gazing at the sky above.

" No. You now deserve this country more than many of us. " Said Shaheyraar . " But may be there's more need of you in America. See Pakistan has many Sameers and Kashishs, but America doesn't have many Kirans. "

She smiled at him. " What makes you think that I deserve this country more than others. ? " She asked.

" You gave such a great sacrifice for two Pakistanis... which is a great service for Pakistan too. You now belong to the holy sand of this land. " He said gently, praising her honestly.

" You're great Kiran. " Shaheryaar added. Admiration was so clearly evident in his expression. " A great eastern girl who was born and raised in the West, who has so much potential for sacrifice, who sacrificed even her love too. "

" Nah, nah, the love we give away is the only love we keep. Don't you think ? " A soft, sober smile edged the corners of her lips.

" Yeah, so true. " He whispered.

" I've finally found out that the love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own." She said in a confident, calm tone.

Shaheryaar simply nodded. " I'd miss you. "

" So would I. I'd miss every one. This country, its people, its culture, its traditions and I would miss......... " She closed her lips tightly," And I would miss Karachi. I love this city. This is MY city. "

" Ofcourse, it's your city " He smiled .

" I'm planning to visit Pakistan again, hopefully in next Ramzans, Insha'Allah. I can't wait to experience Eid here. " She said excitedly.

" You're welcome. It's your own country. " He said, smiling.

She smiled back.

" Khuda Hafiz, Shaheryaar. Don't forget to give my salaam to Sameer and Kashish. " Her voice became husky in the end.

On his nod, she turned back towards the passenger louge. It was the same instant when some one pulled the corner of her Jumper.

" Oouch. " She turned, staring at her right and left, but no one was near but as she lowered her head, her face lit up.

Saba was there, smiling in her typical shy style.

" Oh my life, Saba what are you doing here alone ? " She kissed baby's forehead.

Instead of answering, Saba took her hand in her little hands and tried to pull her towards a certain direction.

Children are the bridges of love. Like Saba was. A bridge between two distant lovers who'd been apart for so long. Staring at the little baby girl, Shaheryaar thought.

" What ? Baita I have a flight. Where is your father? "
Kiran asked, taking a hand to brush the silken strands of her brown hair from her eyes.

Saba blushed even more but kept pulling her. Confused, Kiran simply let her pull foward and then she came across with something she had never expected.

Her eyes widened at the scene she saw. It was the most memorable, wonderful and lovely scene she had ever seen in her whole life.

They were all standing there, with thanks and affection in their eyes and smiles on their lips. Sadaf, Samreen, Naazir, Rida, Faraz and ofcourse, Kashish and Sameer.

As she saw them, they began to clap in chorus.

Her eyes became watery. Then she saw Kashish who was walking towards her.

Slowly she stepped forward. Taking Kiran's hands in her own, she tried to speak,

"
All you've done is very special for me that I'll never forget. Thank you so much. " Saying this, Kashish couldn't stop her tears either.

Smiling, Kiran reached in her purse and gave her a handkerchief to wipe her tears.

She wiped her eyes gratefully, and then said,
" You're great Kiran. So adorable. "

" So are you. " Kiran thought. She let that message go from her eyes to hers and saw Kashish's gaze change, brighten, felt her hands squeezing hers more tightly.

Then there was him.  Kiran saw his eyes, which were saying thanks, and many other things too. Seeing him was like some trance. The next instant, they both were lost in each other.

" Sameer, you always used to tell me that Pakistan is a land of sacrifice, you were right. Hope this little sacrifice of mine could mingle with this holy sand. " Her eyes told his.

He reached to stand in front of her.

" The way  your goodness appealed me indeed, has won my heart. Your image will flourish in my vision as a symbol of decency forever. " His words, his accent, his tone filled her heart with joy, pride and love.
But now this love was for everyone as she was receiving the same from everyone present there. She had been thirsty for love in whole of her life and here she was, getting real, true love more than she could possibly bear.

He then took his right hand near his brow, smiling sadly. He was saluting her. He could see her tears as she turned and waved back at him.

Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion then.

" Suniyey  " A voice came from very near. She turned back and saw a glorious face of a precious lady dressed in plain white kurta and chooridaar pajaama.

" Oh you " Kiran gasped, as she recognized Kisa.

" Thank you " Kisa smiled.
Her eyelids were closed over the blackness of her pupils, small crystal tear droplets hanging in the long curling lashes,

Nodding, laughing, crying and waving final good-bye to all of them,  Kiran turned back and left.

After few minutes, all of them were watching her plane as it left the Quaid-e-Azam International Airport, Karachi.

Sighing, Sameer finally turned to Kashish. He was about to say some thing when he saw a blue handkerchief in her hands.

" Oh, who gave you this ? " Unable to control himself, Sameer took the satiny handkerchief from her hands.

" I guess...Kiran " Kashish told her, then seeing his affection, she asked, " Is this your handkerchief ? "

" Oh yes" He brought it to his nose, inhaling deeply." It was my favourite handkerchief. I lost it when I was in Florida. May be in Kiran's home. "

" Oh, I see. See how she kept it safe and preserved for you "

" Yes, I'm surprised. " He said, still lost in his new-found old property.

There was a momentary silence then, both searching for words to began.

" I couldn't sleep last night. " Kashish said shortly.

" Neither could I. " He had made an admission.

They looked at each other in silence for a moment, their breathing fast.

" So, madam If you don't mind me asking a question ...." A wonderful, naughty smile came to his dark masculine lips.

" Sure "

" Kiya aap mujh se Mohabbat kar sakti hain ? " His smile broadened.

Stealing her glance, she felt like a dumb girl. Shyness had attacked her completely.

" I think.... " She whispered when she was finally able to speak. " I have answered this question a long ago "

" Really ? but when ? I don't remember at all " His grin became more intense. " Could you tell me again, please ? " Smiling continously, he came to stand in front of her. And then, crossing his arms over his chest, he waited for her answer.

It was wonderful to see her like this again. Right now she didn't look like a serious, mature, lady CSP officer. She looked like the same Kashish who'd been disturbing his sleeps, making his heart ache for her.

" Well " Lowering her thick lashes, she managed to say with difficulty,  " I'm going to tell my answer to Saba. She'll convey the message. "

" Really? How come? " He was truly amazed, wondering what she could possibly mean by that!

Smiling, Kashish bent down and whispered something in child's ear. Little saba nodded in response and ran towards her father. He knelt down at the floor to hear what the child wanted to say. But as soon as he brought his ear near her lips, Saba surrounded his neck with both of her soft, little arms.

And then, very softly and gently, Saba touched her lips to his cheek.

 
 

The End of the story

Love never ends, though

Aik Mann tha Merey pass....

Woh ab khoney laga hai

Paa kar Tujhey

Haaey... Mujhey

Kuch honey laga hai

Aik Terey bharosey pe,

Sab baithi hoon bhool ke

Yoonhi Umer guzar jaaey

Terey saath guzar jaaey