once zeba bhabi was triggered off her talking became never ending, she began telling rather in a upset manner to her only friend shamim ara tha bindiya"s brother owned a shed for a tea stall, during summers it was not paying but in winters also thought bindiya it was not like a five star hotel business, meager profit margin kept them going
bindiya overheard her guest of the day staying for luch as ever , cutting the onions she knew the title poor was meant for her, she did not like being discussed, her life was her matter, unconcerned people who never stand by or contribute to their life have no right to discuss people's way of spending their life,
zeba bhabhi and shamim ara were soul mates, it was the day when shamim ara came to see them, bindiya was cleaning the house , shamim ara had placed the jug of sweet cold sherbet ruh afza in her lap and swallowed ate least three glasses of sherbet, gossip and scndal mongering is tonic to many idle women, throwing her broom bindiya became hyper, because she could not hit back she threw her chappals on the pet favourite rooster of her bhabhi zeba ,
bindiya was sweeping dusting mopping and cleaning the place as she did on routine, when shamim ara the closest and the only friend of her bhabhi--sister in law arrived, directing her question in her angle if she was still there and not married
emotions are caught and trapped
how deep the hearts are
how can i close my eyes
images are sunk in them
tears are mute and deaf
hear no sound or silence
some day they will agree
to my golden dreams of joy
sadaf --steal all the time of life
today they are saying something to you
gazala turned statue in her place, , for quite some time waited some action to happen, then gathering herself , picking up the fallen letter from zargham she decided to go to the police station, she kept on moving forward, kept on going, she noticed a revolver with a silencer attached to it on the road, she picked it up curiously, a male voice jus close to her ear said now on it were her fingerprints pressed, she turned to see an ugly dangerous looking man standing there,
gazal screamed her father was dead, snatching the letter from her hands taimur also read it, he was shocked as much as she, he decided to leave that sunk in gloom place quickly, he reached the door and turned round, gazala saw him bleeding, he was shot and there was no sound, he fell down dead, now she was in a precarious position, someone already was there and knew of their presence , he was ready with silencers to silence them
