lucy glared at ann who confessed there was no accident but she was sure she was giving a divorce to Richard, who had given her all comforts money can buy, publicity, fame, a celebrity status, popularity a social image she never had expected and enjoyed before, but this was final , if divorced she would also come to stay in the same brook lodge isolated as it was
lucy hugged her sister and asked where was Richard , why did she come out like that in that terrible climate, ann was married to Richard a billionaire but what does a woman want from her husband besides love respect and understanding , Richard had given him all -a status , social image and a huge army of staff ready to serve her at her command , ann said she had to come because all was not well
lucy straightened herself , sitting upright poised, waiting for the car to reach , how incredible that her elder sister ann had decided that odd hour in that terrible weather to arrive at the lodge
lucy was sprawled lazily on a chair in the brook lodge , the rain had stopped , the road was the focus of her attention, the black car swaying madly like a drunkard caught her eye, it was strange , and when it turned the corner towards the lodge it surprised her even more
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asya wanted to settle her all children well in life, making them responsible citizens , she sent washiq to a hostel where he would not get distracted easily from his line of direction , he mus study and focus hard
washiq was young but not that old to understand man woman relationships, he was too young to get married or fall in love, it was for the first time he saw mashal on the terrace , he had gone on the terrace, the railing walls were low , the terrace higher from where he saw a girl crying on her own terreace , her head bent low , , first he thought she was a child fallen asleep, then mashal lifted her head, her face was wet from crying, she ran downstairs
the new house was more spacious , it could accommodate more students in the coaching center, on the upper floor room washiq spent his spare time away from the mad rush , he was also an artist by nature , he sketched and painted in his free time to release his pent up energy,
ariba and arisha were doing well in school, now in eighth standard, washiq in second year engineering degree college needed more space , warda aslo like siblings was improving, asya was satisfied she had succeeded in performing her duties well and honestly in raising children to the best of her abilities, they had also bough a reasonable plot in a posh locality
again it was time to shift and move into a bigger house, the house they lived in was proving smaller because the coaching center was growing rapidly, people who knew asya praised her hard work and commented good work was never ever wasted
when azzat reached the kitchen mashal was standing about to collect the broken glass of a crockery piece of a set, enraged her set was spoilt azzat pushed her hard , mashal fell on her face on the crushed crockery , bruising herself, at that moment in came adil , azzat suddenly changed her tone and colour turning so gentle and caring towards mashal as if she was concerned if she was injured badly touching her so delicately that it was unbelievable, but mashal was seasoned by now of this behavior pattern of azzat
mashal as a habit spoke little, azzat kept on shouting at her, screaming at her, mashal had got used to this, but she did not speak at all , azzat provoked her poked her to speak , sometimes yelling madly asking mashal to call her names but mashal remained stubbornly uncommunicative
fauzya whispered in her brother"s ears that his wife was so nice , for the sake of his sister"s dignity , before her husband and also for his own dignity he agreed that azzat was very good generous and kind, because all things are not shared with all
adil stared penetratingly at azzat as she enjoyed her gossip, relaxing , she too heard the sound of something breaking in the kitchen who was there, nasim beghum aired her view that it was horrible to keep on going like this, earning a living, feeding family , and in turn they felt they must damage things meant for their use
majid sahib was in the home garden , enjoying weeding and neatly arranging his lawn when in came both his wife and daughter , maham looked rather annoyed , he wanted to know why they were back so early , if there shopp
ing spree was over
maham"s mother was horrified at maham"s demand , it was unreasonable because all her dowry was ready, the anarkali dress was of twelve thousand and they were there shopping shoes, but maham was adamant,
maham was delighted , her desire to possess it burnt in her heart, she asked her mother to buy it so after her marriage she could wear it to hara"s wedding when she would visit her aunt"s house, , with matching heel sandals in golden she imagined herself a princess
