-as luck would have it, soon enough he managed to buy himself a large palatial bunglow in a posh colony and leaving his wife and daughter shifted into the new house with his son, qamar beghum holding her innocent daughter in her arms watched him go away with tearful eyes, when her son also did not turn to look at her she lost all hope and desire to see them again
-not that rashid ahmed was poor , but at the time of marriage he had not enough money, that time he could not afford much , after marriage suddenly his luck changed, he began to make progress in business, it is said sons are born by father"s luck and wealth increases through woman"s luck
-big fat tears of deep sad emotions rolled down her cheeks to be absorbed into her pillow, it was her parents house, she grew up in the four cheerful rooms and the back yard fluttering around like a butterfly, with her father and mother and brother to take care of her wishes
-qamar beghum in hushed tones spoke to rashid ehmed they had to deposit zobi's school fees, he hissed what had he to do with school fees, he lost his patience , all he heard entering the house was mother daughter"s sad tales complaints and demands, she turned depressed and got up to get his food , he also believed wife and daughter did not take enough care of him, if he was tired or hungry did not matter to them at all, he was just a source of fulfilling their demands
-jahanzeb returned ho,e after ten at night after his duty,he was tired, he lay for some time on his cot relaxing, then he began to check his mobile videos on screen shots from afshan number, these were sent by the blackmailer ,he was shocked, he was staring at the face in the video which was definitely made on mobile by someone
- jahanzeb left in a the latest new model which was seen passing the gate,, driving some distance the driver took a u turn and stopped right behind jahanzeb"s car, this practice was followed fr some time till the car was seen parking at a hotel, the driver got out and asked for his keys at the counter to reach his room on the second floor
- jahanzrb was told the madam was calling him, he quickly stepped down and walked in, the rain had turned the weather so pleasant , in the morning he had left his wife shamina in an annoying mood, it meat his whole day will pass unpleasantly, the security guard escorted him to the drawing room and left
-inspector jahanzeb's vehicle left the houses in the defense colony to stop at the last house , the rain started on monday had completely changed the climate and the mood of the town to pleasant, , he now understood why rains after a week of burning heat wave was called mercy
-she said would they not ask her where was she last night and suspect her motives when she had told them she disliked the dead woman, the officer smiled and rejected her idea of her being a suspect, because first of a woman of khaulya"s health and build can not kill nadra, secondly they knew who was the killer
-by mid day the whole house was surrounded by the police force and forensic men, finally the body was sent for post mortem, as khaulya sat silently watching all the proceedings, , she had never liked nadra at all, nor did she like her being around, but she had never wished her dead and murdered , she was feeling rather sad for nadra, one police inspector approached her to question her
-khaulya came nearer and beating her stick on the floor asked the sleeping nadra to wake up, when she did not wake up she came closer still and with her stick touched the woman who seemed stiff and cold, she bent and shook sleeping nadra holding her shoulder, she did not move, khaulya was no doctor yet she could say for certain the woman was dead and her pulse not beating at all
-taimur asked suddenly what did she mean, khaulya smiled she would kill someone, he prayed she behave herself, they had returned in sajid"s car, just one light bulb was on, khaulya speculated she must have left, sajid said if she wished he could spend the night outside, but she felt no fear just adventurous, just that the other woman was getting on her nerves and she was becoming intolerant, she got her mobile from the loft
-taimur asked her what did she want to do exactly, because the other woman had the key and also was not reliable, it was dangerous to be with her in the same house alone, such people do not work alone and have company, so she planned to first of all ring up nursing home and talk to the authorities regarding the facts , action will be taken against her and other patients will get relief
-khaulya since her return from taimur"s office was spending her more time in written work , days were passing by swiftly enough, twice she went to the market and called sajid, she liked this young man sajid who was like her and took interest in stories and writings, all the way they both kept on discussing various themes and stories and their outlines
-taimur sajad's office was still there but it looked somewhat different, a young lady lawyer was at the reception, who asked if sir taimur knew them though he was in, khaulya smiled and said he knew her all that was to be done was mention her to him
-she picked up her stick and opened the door, at that very moment nadra entered the scene and asked her surprised where was she going, she explained she was going to meet her lawyer and nadra could after finishing her work leave , before nadra could speak khaulya was out of the e house
-in the next week all her fears came to happen, first of all her foot twisted and she almost fell in the bathroom, so laila instructed nadra to come every day for next two weeks, she flew away to london with her husband, khaulya felt better in two days, but nadra got onto her nerves every morning
- it was a grand old beautiful bunglow, the walls were very high and the gate so magnificent , the royal look impressed the public, the moment one stepped into the lawn the well maintained gut of the trees and plants and flower beds tastefully arranged appeared spectacular, the colourful flowers attracted attention, the decor inside was remarkable , expensive and artistic, yet the house remained silent as if nobody lived there
-khaulya got her daughter laila married and after two and half months of her rukhsati one fine morning sajjad forgot to wake up as usual, khaulya and laila"s screams also could not wake him up, khaulya remembered how her husband treasured his glasses, car keys and mobile while leaving home and specially her smile , still after twenty five years of their marriage
-both mother and daughter were sitting in the small kitchen dining table , laila loved her mother"s coffee and waiting for it, who said why did laila believe mother could not live alone independently , it was she who had raised laila and managed the house and taken care of laila"s father , laila explained mother was aging so were her pains , though it was a not such a serious matter to pose obstacles in living alone
---the police department also was confused and finding it rather odd what kind of robbery it was , the item was ordinary , pretty looking though, one senior officer commented for some months batman type of a robber was stealing things not expensive but making sensation by leaving his signature mark behind
---he was surprised and forced to think about his stolen door mat, it was pretty but not expensive , why would a robber go to such length to break into his house , pitting himself to such danger and steal just one door mat , no gains and so much pains, he kept on wondering over it
-deadly mysterious silence prevailed, the night lights in the porches of the bunglows, night cafes and outlining the roads failed in their attempts to defeat the darkness, it was a posh colony in the city, , there was no traffic at that point of time, just one black car on a slow pace almost crawling was moving forward
-qasim once recalled a mad bull running through the streets and public trying to escape direct hit , they hid themselves and qasim happened to cross through that particular street that time and seeing the mad bull stopped his vehicle and got down and walked straight to the bull and held him by his horns, the wrestling began between the two crazy souls, sometimes the bull would hit qasim, other times qasim hit the bull, it went on till the game was ended by the army coming to help, he was admired , many sweet voices appreciated him , when he reached home and realized what had he done a severe tremor fell over him for some long time
- he was nervous and confused , he began slapping his own face, qasim was such a man who gradually got to acquaint with danger , sometimes so late after it had passed over like a storm , he would then find himself being caught into the tight grip of fear he ought to have experienced during the scary dangerous happening
-qasim shouted a slogan and somehow fell down, he was trying to get up when all the light bulbs illuminated , taghafal was seen lying in his cot face down, hamid rushed forward, blood was seen where a spark had risen earlier, every where hamid had seen fire sparks rising now blood spots were showered in the yard, hamid did not stop and disappeared from sight as qasim sat down on the cot beside taghfal and began to laugh not knowing what else to do , he found it so funny
-he was asked to be patient for sometimes one had to go begging, he was annoyed his father can not get him to beg , who else ca make him beg , a knock on the door was heard, hamid asked qasim to come in and moved towards another door, , the had turned sad and wept and asked them not to stay in the haunted house though all the family was ready to accommodate them
-hamid saw the same girl who had ushered him in, now she was a picture of sheer sadness, was it possible to lift daddy , it was a humiliating experience to bee seen together in that compromising situation by someone and anyone specially that stranger, hamid asked forgiveness but it was very important he had to talk to her, she turned towards hamid, arshad was returned last night, who is arshad he asked, she described him, hamid said but that man was farhaad to him
-azra reached home , shreya beghum understood just by looking at her depressed face the interview was not good, azra explained they would call if she was selected, father assured her disappointment was sin , hope was light and it gave lots of more happiness in life, he gave her her new mobile he bought for her, azra was pleasantly surprised , father had his own reason to give her a mobile because she would be staying out working most of the time and cell phones help connect with others instantly lessening the worries of loving parents
-rohail you and in the office surprised ahmed sahib asked his son,, son , he said he had become old and needed his help to run their business, rohail asked for some money and promised to see him in the evening, father called out his name several times but he was ignored, in the car rohail thought what the hell that girl was doing in the office
--arman extended his hand to support his aappi azra to get up, meantime the car stopped and a tall well built man got out asking forgiveness, arman said it was his own fault that he was driving his bike rash ,, azra taking help from her brother stood up to see her foot was bleeding , the stranger stood staring at the rose blossom beauty of the girl
-shreya beghum smiled and said to karim sahib their daughter azra was like her father always late , the daughter was adored and she declared she was already come, but her breakfast was not done, azra was stressed and her tension did not allow her to eat anything, she asked her brother arman to start the bike and drive carefully and accepting the prayers of her parents they took off
-the darkness was thick and blinding , he could not see his own hands , he began fumbling to find his way, in the dark he hit someone, deadly silence prevailed and his own voice echoed frightening him, trying to adjust his eyes to see in the dark, he bent down to touch the human presence near his feet with a trembling hand, he stared and realized the figure was of a woman and she was wounded
- when tears are shed the scene before you becomes so clear and vision clean that perspective becomes absolutely clear , the heaviness in the heart is also lifted, he weeps for his mother missing her , he then cries off his heart out liberally shedding all the pain in tears after which his heart becomes light and vision very clear and he can see reality better
-it is not certain if life is really bitter or we tend to make it so with our own attitudes and acts, zoha expressed her self confused and entangled in sammy's statement,, her tone was so that akram "s attention shifted there, every one has a different mind and different from others personality, nobody can impose one"s point of view on others forcibly because others have their own minds and opinions-
-if they will not change their minds
why should others change their thinking
-be more optimistic and hopeful , remove the negative thoughts of what will people think of you and your choices and decisions to feel bright and more positive, one loses his energy when he finds fault in his own personality, he becomes weak and sees his flaws , faith in god and trysting himself one can reach heights and stay alive
-for success and fulfilling life all that one needs is his self confidence that proves his strength, self confidence helps accomplish the seemingly impossible and make it possible, confidence is the key that lads to success, lack of confidence makes people a failure and they feel defeated,
-he came to stand near him, his scowls were still etched on his face, he was in his late twenties , he looked strong and good looking but his clothes gave him away as not well off and odd, his hair falling unkempt on his face
-qasim "s wife had gone away to see her parental family, so he had decided he will lead a life of a saint, first of all he threw out all the servants and domestic helpers and the cook as well, as date would have it a poet in those times came to hang around him all the time, hitting his newly composed gazals on qasim the poet turned poor qasim half dead
-finally the food was finished,, qasim wiped his hands on the napkin and looked around, he soon was caught in the colourful interesting faces, some women were looking at him and speaking in hushed tones amongst themselves,, qasim moaned he will become crazy, it was hamid"s silence turning him mad
-and then qasim became the target , hamid had planned to spend the day in his room and have his meal there but qasim argued they should eat in the dining hall, not explaining the reason that there were many varieties of interesting characters specially of opposite gender around he liked watching,
-shazya can yotell all about this reality, how it happened, explain how din muhammed died, she could not tell because she did not know, the wrestler had just informed them this much and no more that uncle din muhammed was sick and dying, he waited some minutes before he asked her if she had seen the papers that said the post mortem report , the younger girl said she had heard the reports said din muhammed died of a stroke
-they said there was nothing to worry , they were trying their best to find a eye surgeon, he said it was fine and changed the topic asking if they were going to sakhira village, razwan replied he was planning to go the next night and return the morning after, he was worrying about saif"s sisters shazya"s husband was in poor condition
-for the next seven eight days they kept on trying but could not find the men, what had happened inside the mansion was also kept a secret, it was just thought some foreigners were also trapped and killed , cages of birds were mentioned in which they were kept, those were being linked to the scary parrots,
-he reached wrestler hashmat, he looked at him with his reddened eyes and spoke was he not told to kill them all or they will prove a nuisance of a storm, he asked irritably what kind of storm was brought into their life , the wrestler explained it was his cleverness that saved him, he caught them all, now he planned to torch the clothes and throw them into the room to choke them to their death in the smoke
-at night zeenat actually arranged a formal dinner, some five six types of dishes were served with rotis and chicken korma and colourful sweetened rice, the feast reminded him of chaangarh days and nights,, zeenat herself had prepared all the meal. he complimented her on her culinary skills and expressed how silly uncivilized couth he felt, whereas she genuinely wanted to serve him like a domestic maid
-it was day time, they all were still inside the mansion, their associates had repaired the back door a again that stood in its correct position, various places in the mansion were searched, one malasian maid and rewa were found from a store room, they were hiding there, in other rooms arms and ammunition was found , yet in another sacks full of bird feed were found
-from somewhere inside a room door was heard being beaten and a voice calling out, they tried to reach the location of the noise, fajar was a captive in the grilled room,he could be seen from the half open window, he was beating the door and shouting screaming to be released and where were all hiding , dead or alive
- they ran up the stairs to reach the third floor, this was the very floor decorated specifically with expensive carpets and window curtains, the place was also centrally air conditioned, it was a deadly silent place, the door to the hamam was a jar yet steam was not seen rising, nor were the maids with chinky eyes and snubbed punched flat noses visible around
-reaching houston they had their dinner , took a refreshing shower, got into beds to wake up late next morning which was a sunday, they began discussing at their breakfast table how frightening it was all and the end was equally horrid, like any horrible story he saw the three of them rolling in the soil
-he came to stand near him, his scowls were still etched on his face, he was in his late twenties , he looked strong and good looking but his clothes gave him away as not well off and odd, his hair falling unkempt on his face
-they said there was nothing to worry , they were trying their best to find a eye surgeon, he said it was fine and changed the topic asking if they were going to sakhira village, razwan replied he was planning to go the next night and return the morning after, he was worrying about saif"s sisters shazya"s husband was in poor condition
