muhabbet fateh alam

...regarding this particular allaince mehsan and shahtab also had discussed the matter 

It is not suitabke because mahi is still a girl and that man is quite mature  spoke  she  adding the family was not like theirs , their house had a  mysterious air sort of hidden  secrecy  , the women of their house looked  sgarp and aggressive  mehsan was done 

But older mature men keep their women happy  argued ehsan  and the agressiveness of their women  i did not notice but it completely depends on our daughter to get along with them , mahi s father sighed coolly

Not neccessarily  that things would go as you think because many a times mature men become crazy and behave weird  when their wives are extraordinary beauties and very young, they become illogical and psychological

bedakhal

...his  pacing stopped , he stoid still stunned , , his attention fully focused behind his back , he was trying hard to catch the words , when he heard nothing he cautiously turned around , ready to  fight or flight whatever there was behind him , but oddly enough nothing at all was there , he looked around himself towards left and then towards the right , completely satisfied that  nobody climbed up the trees and it  was  very still there  and nobody could be hiding amidst the bushes

A section on the road leading to the society was absolutely secluded ,where this isolated  area ended from there started sparsely  built shops  followed by the massive entry gate to the society , by dusk the area would   again become  quiet and far away to reach , everyone  tried to reach home before sunset

His name was hasn , a handsome goodlooking young man , working as a computer ooerator in a factory

jungle

...he was amazed to see rani before him , he was thinking  how was it possible when he received a  punch on his  nose  when he was unable to answer her roaring question , he fell back off balance , she leaped forward to  hit him, he  quickly held her by her hand , he was hit from behind on his lower back, he turned to see sherya , both of them pounced on him , his nose was bleeding , he quickly recovered from this sudden attack and  tried to  defend their blows , , a flower vase cracked and shattered on his head , he was blinded  for a while , his head was spinning , he screamed and stretcged his arms for support  but his  hands  clutched enptiness, he fell down on the carpet , he was not completely  unconscious , he could hear the voices , but he could not  stand up with all his  bleak might , he remained there unmoving  still for a while , slowly regaining his  strength , they were worried if the flower vase had hit  him rather badly than  expected , he stayed there with his eyes shut, they thought he was unconscious, his head ached awefully but  his ears were acutely tuned to their vouces , , he suddenly stood up on his feet , all four of them were before him

from previous

...come spring  to  make  alive life again

A love story  caressed my lios too

Then came a turning point

Troubles descended straight  over love story

Storms of distrust blew around

Dirt and dust settled on the bright 

gazal

...they will leave  me one time 

It might not be easy to wait for their return

.no need fir any mentor 

.travellers ask directions on the way

They know unworrying  heart

If they leave nothing is gone

Forgetting them is my first priority

If they  ever fill my mind

.tales of love are  interesting indeed

When told  listening is possible

They dont stop anyone  moving

But who cares to visit anyway

Staying away from rotting

Life is enough once lived well enough

rishtey wali

..so now what next, what about the  marriage proposal, asked farhana  after  listening  to half an hour of  gossip  about the entire neighbourhood   more worried about her marriageable daughter more concerned about her marriage than listening to idle  worthless gossip

Oh yes, the boy is very nice , only son , saying that much she  stuffed her mouth with the  saltos  as if  pouring water into a wide bucket with a pipe before noisily slurping  and swallowing a long sip of her hot sweet  tea to wash it down 

Yes yes impatiently the lady of the house farhana pushed her to   speak more of the real matter , because  this was basic and already known  that the boy was good, farhana  was getting  excited and impatient

Six sisters  and already married , the youngest in fifth standard in school  others all unmarried  this time the matchmaker stuffed two biscuits at once in her wide mouth followed quickly with a long slurp of tea

Besides they own a house  masgalla by the grace of god he has a job

What is this , is this what you call a marriage proposal

page 155

...she was looking for the outlet there  when she saw salman , she was stunned to see zony was with him , holding shopping bags , evidently they had done their shopping , they were heading towards the cash counter , she stood there watching them , salman paid  for their bills before both exited the mall , she followed them out , they were walking tiwards the fuve star hotel across the riad instead of the parking lot , they entered the hotel , her worst doubts were confirmed , standing there she felt her body go limp and lifeless , eyes flooded overwhelmingly, she  sat  in the waiting area trying to gatger herself  for very long time  before she could muster to gi back home, the emoty house echoed nore noisily than the deadly silence inside her emoty self

She went to the library and started checkung salman s writing tabke drawers