from previous

....he bought a new car  and decided to go on a joy drive in the evening , he was  driving  at the speed of eighty when he  spotted a police car chasing him  with red and blue lights flashing,  he increased his speed hoping to escape but the police van also  fiercely  followed him and the distance between them  began to close up , finally  he  had to  stop at a side 

The sergeant  walked up to check his license and  scowled for he had done double duty already and it was a weekend he didn't want to spoil,  he asked the  driver to give one  solid excuse  in a minute and  he will be free 

The driver quickly invented an excuse for speeding up , his wife had run away with a policeman couple of days ago,  he thought  the poor man was  chasing him to return his wife 

He was  allowed to go free as the  sergeant  liked the excuse so much 

from previous

...a junior school was  taken on a conducted tour to a police station where  the children saw pictures on a  message board  of the wanted  criminals with  rewards promised on their arrest  to those who would help catch them 

A junior asked innocently  weren't they all caught when pictures of them were being taken 

from previous

..dani as desperate  waiting for the Friday , he kept counting  the  minutes and hours,  etes were laid  heavy with his dream,  he would see himself  playing  cricket running in the field  catching and throwing the balls imagining  his name being announced  and  the  ground full of spectators  applaud  noisily,  he now completely ignored  how frugal  he had to eat and so little for his siblings 

On that Friday he got up early to leave in the dark for the ground,  because of  the heat  he was  dressed in plain  knickers and  vest that had  at least three holes in it he didn't care about,  his feet were adorned as usual in the worn out chappals,  if something that was absolutely right on him  was his  attitude and enthusiasm and energy 

Just before entering the ground habitually he stopped by the railing for a while and then  he was  inside the  territory,  his  steps  faltered  with excitement and  sensational  expectation, licking his dry lips ge sat down on a bench,  with  the cracking dawn  the  whole ground  filled up with boys, Umar  leaped towards him  on spotting him expressing his doubts  , he was not sure if he would come  at all

Dani explained since last he couldn't sleep at all,  waiting for this day  he was getting desperate,  how  simply he expressed himself 

from previous

...the next morning was quite pleasant,  danyal left his house at the fixed time,  there wasn't any hangover exhaustion of the previous day,  he emitted  energy and  enthusiasm  , , that moment he had his worn out  chappals on his feet,  the soles of this pair were so  thin a tiny pebble could pierce through to make him bleed but he didn't care,  he had changed his mind because it wasn't going to take him long to reach his destination,  within half hour  he reached  destination,  the  government school building  painted yellow stood before him,  he  read the board longingly,  he turned right to cross  the  ground,  as expected the ground was  a scene of action,  being a Sunday  the boys had  arrived there early morning to play cricket,  he stood by the  railing carefully watching them play,  he was  looking at each  one of them  one by one,  the noisy voices   sent  sensational pleasant  shivers  through his heart 

Just recently he had caught the fever of cricket,  he was  captivated  by the  television telecast of cricket  in fazlu s shop and found himself rooted to the spot unable to move around,  though he had no knowledge of cricket he  keenly observed each and every move of the players,  after  study in free time he  dedicated all his attention to the match,  the main problem was  that his favorite now the cricket was not shown everyday 

khwab gazida

...the moonlight on the twelfth night  shone  in the cemetery  highlighting  the  phrases on the Graves  in strange mysterious green red and black sky   with white  cloud puffs when  crossed the  moon casting its silver beams  each and every corner    would  become dark,  in those moments  the singing  cricket  chorus   added  more to the  mysterious  darkness,  in that  scene  amidst the  unkempt  area dragging  feet on fallen crispy dry leaves  was heard  approaching,  apparently someone was heavily  trying to reach  a spot, some  distance away the dragging feet stopped,  now the direct moonlight fell over the dark figure  investigating it, he was clad in an outfit of  blue  t shirt and black trousers,   though  badly creased  , his  searching eyes  focused on a particular grave 

I have come again  he said  haltingly 

Repeating  himself the second time more firmly,  speaking  to the grave dweller .,you must be awfully happy  , aren't you,  the last of the trailing  puff of cloud also passed by leaving the entire cemetery in full clear view,  on the  grave was just one word that read..khwab

bhagoda

....it's  a story when  the narrator  found himself free  after a murder case investigation,  he could relax,  he was  in his office   , three army men  arrived,  tgeir senior introduced them and asked for  someone  by name if he lived in the village,  it was their official  duty, Warhammer Singh had  spent his leave in the village and   when he didn't reach  his  camp  his search began,  deserters were   first  looked  for by the military  and later the local police was involved to find the  deserters,  the men were in the village police station just for that purpose  to inform them about  the deserter, the narrator sent his  junior to bring the village  seniors and someone from the house of warranty, the army men left  instructing him to keep them updated of all the developments 

Anita Singh was warta s brother and the family was  in the farming  business,  his father was an old man  but had to work in the field  along with his sons 

The narrator was a  shrewd  police man and  felt ajut Singh was a decent  and good person,  perhaps he was just back from  the fields,  his clothes were soiled,  his face sweated from the hard work 

He was asked  waryam Singh didn't return to  report  on his job , where else could he go,  what did they have to say on this matter,  didn't they know it was a  crime not to  join  his duty in the army  and  according to the military law  he could be punished,  if they knew anything about Warhammer Singh  and his whereabouts  it should be  quickly  reported  , he would be  found and arrested,  ajut looked worried hearing all these  consequences,  he took off his  native shoes from his tired feet,  then sat down on the floor  and said Warhammer had gone back to join his job and didn't run away 

from previous

...the night  quietly slipped into the second phase,  naghin was trying very hard unsuccessfully to see our of the window into the darkness  spread out  fir miles  , nothing was visible,  , failed in love  he was  a wizard with words,  , whose etes could construct images  from tiny snarling  fireflies in the dark,  separated from  gazal he had mastered the  art of   composition,  but   for past some days  in the  pitch dark night  sparkling fireflies  stopped  creating  images  instead  they  would turn into  a particular face ,  showing her features , her etes

He was a loving person,  he knew it very well his heart   longed to beat  n love  once again , his  natural  instinct  told him to move on in life and forget his  unfulfilled love affair to simply  welcome  future happiness  with open mind because his new love stood  there  at his  threshold  

, he could  feel the  eyes of love,  laughter of love,  sorrows of love,  he decided to  commence  on this journey  in a casual manner,  be sighed deeply and glan ced at the   plain engagement  card he held in his right hand,  perhaps  he was  destined   to traveling , he  put the card away on the side table  before   arranging the  window curtains,  , likewise  life  also demands   curtains  pulled over several scenes to hide  dark disappointments  related to them 

page 81

...he recited his beautiful name Alina quickly  noted it down in her diary 

Just a month or two 

A year or whole lifetime 

Who wants it

Merely a day

Your companionship for one day 

From fahar sunrise  fragrance 

To  the gentle  soft sunset at asar

One full day completely 

If I get to be with you 

I shall  consider it my last  day of life 

To spend the rest of my life 

So you remember it as special 

To miss me forever 

You be worshipped as woman not as goddess 

.

.

You know refusing tea 

I believe is a crime 

You know I don't like coffee 

On that specific day I will 

Have your coffee and refuse my tea 

Looking at you 

To see nothing else anymore 

.

.

I will tease you 

Annoy you 

And you will pay for my coffee 

I shall be the guest 

I know it

That day will never happen 

I know 

The rotation of three sixty five days 

Is never completed 

In all my years 

Each year has one day less 

Such  a person would compose nazms

What matters 

These were compositions written 

On that specific day 

When you gave me your one whole day completely 

Only once a lifetime 

That never happened 

.

.reciting he glanced vaguely around to catch Alina  s , both turned away in silence to go about their own ways,  sometimes this silence happens just before time takes a turn 

from previous

....the bank cashier listened to him very attentively and asked him to see the manager,  Shahid hasin was the name of  the manager and  noting down all the details he asked for the number of the prize bond, he placed the list before him and pointed out the number,  this information he had collected from the cashier,  the manager  picked up the phone and  began giving out instructions on the matter  and instructed him to report to the police of the  missing  bond,  the beggar woman will be found out soon,  he got confused and uncertain because involving the police in the matter meant simple cut of one lakh  for them,  it was  not easy to digest idea  so instead he tried to convince the manager   before leaving the bank,  it was definite he wouldn't get the prize bond now,  , he took a bus to reach the terminal,  it began raining again,  , it became very cold,  , the workshop gates were wide open,  , the boys were busy working inside,  , he came to take shelter under a tin roof, , he enquired about raja sahib who was gone to have his meal,  , he wouldn't be back before six

page 83

...it seems your  some  wish is granted  but one hundred is not adequate  I want  one thousand at least 

He promised to give that much  when he is paid off so far the matter was  dangling  

The beggar woman commented if he was  going to  keep his word  his matter soon would get  resolved,  he just  should remember her 

Without answering her he quietly  reached his  specific bus, , he was to collect his  reward from the bank,  the moment he stepped into the bus  the doors were shut,  Divo bus stations were  limited and the  bus wouldn't stop anywhere else in between,  he sat down by the window,  the driver  started the bus  turning it to leave the terminal,  suddenly the beggar woman  emerged from nowhere in the crowd,  she held prize bond in her hands,  first he didn't understand anything,  then he hastily checked his  pockets that were empty,  he felt cold in his spine,  , she was screaming to tell him  he had dropped it when he took his one hundred out of his pocket,  hadn't she seen it someone else might have  picked it up, he shouted to the conductor to stop the bus 

The angry conductor informed him the bus stopped nowhere  except the fixed stations 

page 45

...sir, two girls are insisting stubbornly to see you,  they had  come a few days ago too,  , naghin  looked up startled when sherdil came in to inform him, 

Take them to Mrs bukhari,  I am busy,  he spoke tiredly,  he then gestured him to go away,  shaking his head  sherdil left,  minutes later  naghin head some noise  and his door opened  followed by two girls  rushing inside,   followed by sherdil looking  bewildered,  naghin  learned back in his chair  and  looked at the girl  looking quite serious,  he thought she looked rather familiar 

Sir,  your peon wasn't letting me in to see you,  I had  in fact  informed you before coming here,  she spoke rapidly 

Oh, really,  when  was it he asked in surprise 

She said she was Alina wali khan  and  asked him if she hadn't  informed him  on telephone  that very soon she would be in his office with her new  theme and composition,  her shrill voice  suddenly  helped him  recall where had he seen her before  but before he could say something his phone ring tone demanded his attention 

page 43

....OK, what  about to talk about  asked gazal  looking at the  coffee foam  stirring the heart in a rich creamy  circle,  naghin  unreasonably thought it was his heart  mercilessly   removed 

That the village lands are sold off, I have more plans for our future , to open an institute and  a magazine,  you just wait and watch me how I make progress naghin sounded enthusiastic 

Building up dreams , but how many years will that take,  your abba fanatically loves his village and will never allow you to cut off ties with it, but  even if we suppose  all your plans   manifest  how much can a writer and a poet make  practically,  is it possible  for you to actually  compete  with the world racing up speeding up  just by your poetry 

Look, all this is fine work in college life  , to compose something and get appreciation  but in real life  all this has no importance,  , fast pace world  ignores insignificant small words,  speaking rapidly gazal  fell silent,  naghin glanced at her all her face features and  complexion  and looks were the same but  but there was something more today he couldn't put a name to

He asked her to  say it whatever was troubling her mind,  his voice firm and hard,  her face  went a couple of shades pale,  look naghin she began stealing her gaze,  my father  likes a boy of his friend from America for me to marry,  you have no chance before him , they have  money and status you don't have,  even if I protested and mentioned your name  my father wouldn't agree 

He suddenly felt weak  as if a very strong storm had  shaken him and left him silent,  he realized  that extra color on her face today was of unfaithfulness 

Gazal  pushed her chair backwards  a signal she was ready to leave,  picked up her shoulder bag,  she turned to go, naghin then spoke in slow soft but strong tone that she was absolutely right,  he didn't have the standard she was looking for but he released her from his  commitment,  she was free,  but  money will never buy her a sincere  heart 

joke of the day 

Amazing fantastic girls they were,  zargham was doing full justice to the meal and  laughing in between ,  naghin  giving  evidence of being the best host  served him different dishes 

bhikharin

....he always saw her at the Divo terminal  begging alms, her eyes were most beautifully attractive,  her face wasn't possible to see for the black burqa hid ger face,  he would every day on his way to work in the factory give her a ten rupees note, she would  shower  lots of blessings on him,  whether it was the result of her blessings or almighty  s will  that he received  a one lakh  prior bond and he felt grateful,  the beggar woman  was so  alluring who ever saw her once was charmed by her hidden beauty,  although having seen her frequently ge couldn't  guess  what her  age was,  perhaps she was  somewhere between thirties and forties,  many a times ge wanted to talk to her  but  usually he was to reach the factory on time and  his bus would be ready to leave 

page 87

...enjoying yourself aren't you 

Too much sir  his voice was  muffled  and susurrated in his ear,  you are trying out strange strategies to catch that girl,  babar commented   and continued his  conversation , you get all the schedules Karachi to Istanbul and Istanbul to Karachi  flights of the month to reach the airport on those specific days 

,

gazal

....never will I say sorrowful is hope

Never will I say  rough rock is smooth mirror 

I am being wholly sought after by admirers utter

Never will I say in my letters of my whereabouts 

Dead faith is buried  by the mortal world 

Never will I again say the word faith in any way 

He who bows his head down before evil

Never will I say he is a brave 

You shall know it yourself when the spring arrives 

What is the matter  never will I say 

Stars  you pluck from the sky to bring to me 

Skill I say it would be

Khuda is that  that is eternally left

Mortal is Mortal  not khuda  eternal will I say 

from previous

...the boss is not  obligated to share all his  classified information with his staff,  said kamal rather dryly,  Raju sahib has  called us here,  he promised to reach the farmhouse by nine  night,  that we could come between nine and ten,  he plans to  install the latest version of security system in his place,  unhappy with the old cct cameras , not satisfied  at all, his vehicle was seen parked inside,,  they were there for a meeting,  the bew security system would be done during the daytime,  having explained he took a deep breath,  he then looked at the  badge of the guard  and asked if the guard was to show them in or were they supposed to find him  themselves,  afzal the guard quickly explained just a couple of minutes they had to wait  and  arfan will first go in with their  company card to see the boss and inform him about the arrival of the security company  group, if the boss gives permission only then  they could go in, finishing his  statement he turned to call  out Irfan to come outside 

Kamal liked  afzal  s efficiency,  a good  security guard ought to be like him, alert efficient and reliable 

from previous

....akbar how are you 

Noting down the order  naghin came closer to address him who got startled  before turning to smile at him, he was attending on customers sitting outside,  inside hall was  completely housefull , it was rush hour,  hotel staff was  very busy 

Sir,  give me just two minutes  I will  be with you when I am free,  naghin nodded and walked towards a corner  waiting for him, the sky was overcast , cold winds carried a light spray of chilling droplets,  it was quite refreshing and pleasant,  people were enjoying  light gossiping with their friends and associates 

page 21

....relationships ought to be saved 

In such a way 

Give your consent sometimes 

Persuade on other times. 

.

Sometimes man really  gets defeated 

Remaining silent for long 

Showing patience over and over again 

Keeping hopeful attitude 

Maintaining relationships 

Explaining himself 

Trying to be together 

.

.woman's  strength and weakness is the same thing  of surrender 

page 37

....I am  understanding  your point but..

Hajra bukhari   looked at the  painting on the wall  pondering,  it was two o clock mid day , it was  lunch break Nalini was gone to Karachi  on a business meeting  three days  ago, all the work load shifted on hajra  s shoulders  but she also got a chance to take over  full control of matters 

Listen,  it's not so easy as you think,  gajra put the phone to  ear and picked up the pen saying not to worry about ideas,  she had  a head full of a variety of ideas,  hajra  smiled and  relaxed  in her chair,  she assured the work will be  to their  liking  but  her son must get  admission in that college,  were they ready for it  , she explained herself clearly,  in such cases it was give and take  deal, very frankly she spoke before shutting down the phone 

page 79

....the night had  started to  take it's journey  , it was  around eight  thirty then,  jasim was  traveling  in pagero towards the city,  for Jasmin it wasn't at all difficult to get out of the jail to get into this jeep,  someone inside the jail had helped him, kamal was at the driving wheel and jasim in the passenger seat 

Kamal was  in his  thirties,  he was a huge tall well built man clad in jeans and t shirt and looked quite attractive and smart,  he  emanated  strength,  

When  the  city was  left far behind   kamal  stopped the jeep  where nobody could spot them easily,  jasim looked at him enquiringly,  kamal told him in a serious tone to take the back seat,  a traveling bag  is kept there,  you will find a suit inside,  quickly change  into your new attire  in just five minutes,  stopping longer is dangerous here 

page 33

....hello miss ayesha Akhtar, how are you,  hearing your voice after ages, , where do you keep yourself in hiding 

Hajra held her phone in one hand  and with the other  took off her glasses to put them on the open file before her before leaning against the back of the  chair  more comfortably 

Come on hajra  appi , why would you  remember me anymore,  complained ayesha in her  stylish manner 

Of course I miss you so much,  several times  I phoned you  but never received my call  explained hajra in her gently  that disconcerted  ayesha 

Oh, I was  kept so busy  that's why ayesha  became silent 

Right, your   busy life is open to all, but you have forgotten our magazine 

Finally hajr had poured out her silent  hurt, ayesha Akhtar  was waiting for this precise moment  and fearlessly  sighed and commented  hajra appi your institution is my home I consider,  working with others fir tgem is a necessity  because  contracts are done,  now I am free  and very soon your publication will receive my  zauq e rang  through email 

page 31

....Mrs bukhari this is a rural area, postal service isn't as good,  therefore nagin had  started using email  online to reach out to his readers  community,   those who still wanted to stick to the  old inefficient postal system remained  stuck with it,  

Sir,  , said Mrs bukhari   , she had a request to make,  hajra was rather thoughtful 

What's it nagin asked in a sober manner 

Sir,  my son has cleared his matric,  the college he wants his admission done has a very high  standard of merit,  I am quite aware you are  close to the principal of that college,  could you get my son  s admission  done there,  it would be a great favor 

Mrs hajra bukhari  spoke quickly and  after her short speech became silent 

Nagin  became  thoughtful before explaining himself he had never  asked for favors or got anything  out of the way  done   because  getting someone  s admission done  would deprive someone other's  rightful admission,  he couldn't and wouldn't do it  , his frank honest opinion  dropped her head in disappointment but she left with a forced smile 

He stood up to stand by the window  to look outside,  the  window glass was covered with moisture drops m the green valley  was beautiful with several untold stones  hidden in its  bosom

Unable he was to narrate his  tale 

Fir His life was  caught up in the story 

nazm

...always late I am 

Something important to say 

Or promises to be kept 

Call someone back 

Always later I am 

Helping someone or

Help the needy

Always late I am 

Melodies in the changing seasons 

To remember someone 

To forget someone 

Always late I am 

To save someone from sorrow before death 

Reality was different  

To tell them  something special 

Always late I am 

gazal

....life  is  sustained  in one's  parameters 

Everything must remain in  their l prescribed limits 

Attainment  of  closeness  is desirable 

One must remain  contained and controlled 

Some  tears are distributed in charity 

Life must go on in  bad weather too

When were the lessons in love  understood 

It must  be  kept  in it's  way 

Like wax statues  you stay unmelted 

The  sun must be kept away unleashed 

page 58

....najya was a professional associate producer working for past many years with  sarmad siddiqui, , she had learned  a lot from him,  she considered him her tea, he too took  great care of her,  both were quite respectful to each other mutually but some minutes ago babar   bukhari  had  share some information with  sarmad about j b it had  made sarmad against,  her, he thought if she had kept  just b s past a secret from him there must have been some  good reason behind it, perhaps her helplessness,  it was absolutely true she had brought j b into the world of showbiz 

page 52

....time was moving  forward at it's  specific speed,  the pitch dark night had  taken it's course m the full moon  showed up in the sky, the faded moon light  casted dim sorrowful  mood,  in such saddening and mournful  air , a bungalow  in the city was still active  , shooting of a drama was  going on, , it was a telefilm,  the deadly  fight between the hero and villain was being made,  it was tge last scene,  fiercely hitting each other both were to break open the door to fall out , the director could be heard by the characters,  on the tripod was kept cannon five d mark ready 32 nega pixel wide angle lense,  it was full frame  digital d s l camera,  the okayed the frame,  the shot was  supposed to get started,  director bukhari surveyed the entire location thoroughly it was to be a night scene to light up the ground  h m I lights were  fixed, to highlight faces special lights were being used, Mike operators were  ready for action,  looking at the  lighted bungalow  nobody could say there was a moon eclipse 

page 49

....next day as per prior schedule  everyone gathered in the lecture hall where a professor was giving a lecture on good health,  amjad noticed some patients were absent with whom he could   spend some time talking and knowing about them,  he came to know all of them had gone  swimming 

He turned his all attention towards the lecture  but his mind was working on some other topics,  according to information no other  police informant as patient was admitted , amjad was there to kill him, he was  very clear about it, , it was his business,  , he couldn't afford to miss  the chance or not take the risk,  first he  had  joined doctor Jamil,  then took up a job in this clinic,  to get rid of senior doctor  masud and then Jamil too was removed  by amjad  

Lecture over and amjad rushed towards the  welcome counter,  as he had expected two new  patients were admitted  just recently shaukat was one of them the other was a woman 

happy holi, nature playing colors

from previous

...before the surgery  a specific spot massage was given,  amjad took off his ready made  makeup and  with his real face  lay down in the  massage room  now he was  a client of the clinic,  he was agha Bashir admitted there for liposuction,  he had given reference of doctor Jamil  as his close relative,  so nobody stopped him from freely moving around,  on the   other bed next to his lay akram,  amjad befriended him but  he didn't  give him much  freedom to get informal,  during the massage  amjad  tried to  involve him in a friendly conversation  smiling broadly  expressing his frank opinion  akram was obese  on his legs that could be toned up with regular exercise  , he ought not to  go through this risky  surgery,  , just then  a whatsapp message was received,  when he was  alone he phoned sonia in private,  sonia  rapidly told she had sent him pictures of his  two preys, she could only get their bust pictures and had no details of their height and built of the three, they had ordinary features and faces didn't he already see her messages 

He slowly  said  it was alright  and  shut off 

mukhbr

.... that doctor Sohail was  murdered  spread like wild fire quickly  in the town it was  sensational and  quite apprehensive news , he had been  a most  competent  cosmetic surgeon specialist in liposuction,  men and  women  extremely obese  unable to get rid of their  layers of fat came to him  , he would  give them a  new youthful  shape slim trim after  operating on them,  usually this surgery is done only on extremely obese  or  on those who want specific  spot treatment  for instance on their upper arms or lower back,  many shapeless persons  got  out from his  clinic  looking  smart , , he didn't believe in  operating  two three  patients a day like other  surgeons,  he would  perform just one such surgery a week,  now this  savior was found  dead in mysterious circumstances  , no clue was  found by the police,  entire town  got enveloped in sensational sorrow 

His clinic  slim and health was  situated  in less populated  area

muhabbet khubsurat hy

...is that you sir speaking 

Hearing the voice on the speaker  he sighed  deeply  closed the file placed before him and leaned backwards  on the chair,  he was sure this girl won't  shut off quick the phone  so instead he tried to calm down his  tired nerves 

She introduced herself as Alina wali khan and asked who was he

She spoke rapidly and quite confidently 

He had recognized her, he controlled his tone  he regulated his voice  but he was no expert,  she was very comfortable talking,  six months ago in his magazine  her short story was attached which was liked and applauded  after that she sent more  of her  writings to his magazine   , it's been a very long wait but none of  her stories were  found in the magazine 

Ought to she go on a strike  and shout slogans to catch his attention her manner was thoughtful,  it was then he realized she spoke first and thought over it afterwards 

Are you asking me or threatening me his  tone matched hers

Alina wali khan never threatens anyone , she  does what she chooses to  she sounded proud of herself 

Oooooh really,  he stretched  on his  oh to make her uncomfortable,  what will the great Alina wali khan do if she was told none of her stories were selected 

page 11

....he slept  with his  injured arm paining   , it was a strange kind of pain starting from his wounds to shoot up into his chest, he thought perhaps it was increased winter air, before his breakfast  he decided to put on his jacket,  he took off his jacket from the hangers a piece of paper fell out for his side pocket,  unfolding tge copy size paper he was  shocked,  it was  a  scribbling done in blood in urdu,  a letter from Gonchar, he was  stunned,  thank God Imran wasn't in the room with him  or he would have definitely  linked something funny with the situation,  letter was exactly like a young immature girl would write  idiotically, starting with  romantic couplets  she had stated ..you have saved my life,  the savior is the  master of the life he saves, , sge was offering her life  in return  for being saved,  hero worshipping him

How silly,  he thought she wasn't  thinking of their ages,  annoyed he threw the letter into the blazing fire, he could hear  a noise proceeded by a uniformed man who approached him the prince was coming to see him,  he moved into the annexed room, a doctor was  with the prince,  both  enquired about his condition showing genuine concern,  he  told them  about his   pain , doctor azim  very carefully  removed his bandages and checked his wounds,  he looked  worried, he felt azim  passed some wordless message to the prince 

dil hi to hy

...

She came  and realized  it was something  happening for the first time in his life  , arhaz saw  the beauty was dressed in black  and entered from the  main door  , the first glance  on her  and a glimpse of her arhaz felt she touched the depths of his soul  that had never before happened,  he had  so many times  heard people in love  discuss  love happened at the first sight  , perhaps this was it

Who us this girl in black 

Spontaneously he asked Susan sitting next to him 

What girl Susan looked  in the line of  direction of his gaze  and happily laughed  , that was her  youngest khala  Sheena khala 

Unbelievable he thought  aloud 

Of course,  mamma of chiku and sons

Hearing this arhaz got a shock of his life,  he looked at the girl in black once again  who was slowly  walking towards them 

Aslam aloud Sheena khala  respectfully standing up greeted  susan

Wallekum, Sheena greeted her , isn't that  arhaz if I m not mistaken  said  Sheena,  she turned  to him, he couldn't   by any means call her khala 

Sheena  explained  Susan must have already told him  how much  they had   wanted to meet him , she was  over worked and kept busy with her job home and kids 

Certainly he said he knew it

Long silky knee-length hair,  rise complexion,  she didn't look from any angle  she was mother of two 

She could hardly get any spare time for other things  besides her routine and schedule but today it was  Susan's birthday,  Sheena had to attend her niece's special day 

Arhaz realized she was tired from her voice not from her face 

atish

....then he saw torch lights flashing  through the trees accompanied with  surroundings voices, they were  the guards   and with them were  ordinary people,  Alam khan suddenly hit Imran hard , Imran rolled back groaning in pain  as Alam khan  fled in the  opposite direction,  someone tried to catch him but failed  , Alam khan stabbed him point blank with a super sharp knife  before disappearing  amidst the unlimited trees,  Alam khan was hardly twenty , he was beastly  and agile  like a predator,  tge guards equipped with  torches followed him,  a couple of horseriders  went along m a few came towards him to check his wounds,  Imran  looked at the pathetic  dying figure of the guard bleeding to death in the snow,  Imran asked  how was his chachu, a guard dressed in green uniform  came close to look at his arm turning his sleeve up, he thought why deep wounds  were so painful  after a while,  Imran and his chachu  couldn't go following towards  khan  and returned  to the  gun game so they returned with the guards to the villa,  this attack  was  more serious  in this way that Alam khan had killed someone  , doctors in the villa quickly  began giving chachu medical treatment,  prince also was informed and came rushing  , enquiring tabish sahib after his condition,  chachu nodded,  seeing the  wounds his eyes turned red, he had always doubted  those  rascals,  , he called Talib shah his main security incharge and asked for  more updates