gehri nigaah

......bakhtyar hamid telephonically spoke to Haroon  rayaz  inviting him to come home because there was something very urgently important to discuss about their business  matters,  he had believed  hearing  about  the discussion Haroon will reach immediately   , bakhtyar shut down the phone but still held it and kept looking at it though his mind was somewhere else,  he had forgotten the pain inside his system  for some time  , his condition was very poor,  he was no longer a  fit  and healthy nan he use to be once upon a time,  he was a tough man in the past and  prosperity  did not  turn him  obese, his  illness had hollowed him, his breathing trouble was deteriorating,  he gad  moved out to sleep in another room  so his family would not  be disturbed  during the night  by his coughing,  he himself could hardly sleep,  there was obviously some matter  that was on his mind and  eroding his health, his eyes and cheeks  had sunk,  anyone looking at him  would think he was  counting down his  days,  death was already at the door knocking,  while speaking on the phone with Haroon he held his breathing  and coughing  tightly in control  not to alarm him and  had spoken carefully  and politely