Episode 3
1353 Words
The meeting was successful, now Skarkh was from the club, if he went home, then he would be angry with him. He turned up the volume of the FM while driving the car on Club Road. The lyrics of the ghazal were affecting the heart
This is a short story of love
If the heart is close, then there is time
This is the idea of a myth. Whose idea is this?
To the book
What is tear in the eyes, is the seed of glorification
Heartfelt is every bit of blame
The heart is still dead, the heart is the age
We have the same story of love killers
There is no time to cry, there is time to laugh
He and the enemy of loyalty will believe or not
All is wickedness of the heart, an excuse of the eyes
I am a poet, I am a poet, it is my time
Nature is a mirror, nature is a mirror
Kitab Nag
What passes over them, who has to know it?
There is one's own trouble, one's own story
The beginning is love, there is no coming, there is no going, there is a reign of tears, there is a time of sighs
There is moisture in the eyes, quietly they are sitting, there is delicate sincerity in the delicate eyes
We change the pain, he changes the hands, he is surprised, O love, what a cruel man, you are the same time.
Kitab Nagri
Either they were afraid of us or we are afraid of them. Yesterday was their time, today is our time.
O love whose profession is the world of love whose profession
The two parts of the picture are soul and grief
This beauty and beauty is theirs, this love and youth is their desire to live, it is the time to die
I have to live every moment in this tune. Now they have come, now they have to come
tobacco
Self-sufficiency and deprivation, deprivation and self-sufficiency now bless the heart, now is the time of the heart
In the laughter of tears, in the chant of sighs
It is an innocent tale of innocent love
There are many tears in the eyes, but if they are closed, they are pearls, if they remain, they are grains
Then he turned the car towards the house again with his heart to see if Horiya had come. When he parked the car in the porch, he went inside the room of Skarkh Horiya, but seeing the desolation inside, he got angry.
"Enough" he punched the wall and left the room.
Afnan, Huriya and Ruqiya went to Rahab's room at twelve o'clock with cake and knife, "Happy birthday Rahab" they all said together, Rahab who fell asleep disappointed woke up with his eyes closed.
"You guys remembered," he said with a smile.
"And if not," Aftan hugged Yarakiya and kissed his forehead.
"Let's cut the cake" Hur said. She was in a tight dress like everyone else, the moonlight was falling on her face. Shahzeb looked stunned for two minutes, then smiled and started cutting the cake.
"My first bite," Afnan said. Rahab held out his hand as Afnan opened his mouth and Hab fed the cake to Ruqiya.
Haha, his laughter echoed. Then he fed a piece of cake to Afnan and Horiya.
"Thanks my lovely family" He turned on the mobile camera and took a selfie with everyone.
"Let's give gifts" Rahab was in the mood to get pampered like children today
Afnan smilingly handed over three gifts from everyone.
Haris had come out refreshed and the demand for coffee made him go to the kitchen. It was eleven o'clock by that time everyone was asleep. He entered the kitchen and someone else was already taking out a bottle from the fridge and drinking water. Harris screamed.
"You" Hurin jumped.
"Yes, I was not able to sleep without me," he suppressed a smile.
"I have come to drink water," she lowered her eyes as if she had been caught stealing.
"I am also very thirsty, but I can't quench my thirst right now."
-
"Yes, drink water from me," she said. Haris looked at her helplessly.
"Yes, drink. She gave way. After drinking water, she started to go."
Haris put his hand on his back and pressed it against his chest.
"Hey, how can you quench my thirst?" he said mischievously.
When the heart is your own but all the words are his
When the breath is yours and the fragrance is his
When you are extremely busy
He remembered suddenly
When the eyes are heavy with sleep
You can only find him
Then don't wash yourself
And go and tell him
Who loves you LRIPDI this heart
"Haris please no" he said, the way out was closed. His face turned red
"It is allowed, just let the marriage take place, I will exchange it with full interest" he left without hearing what she said and ran from the kitchen as if she had seen it, Haris's laughter echoed.
The lights of the club were on the dance floor as usual. Faris's anger was on the spear. Tina was also sitting with the conversation.
"It's okay, isn't it?" Naomi asked. The red eyes of Faris were telling some story, but what?? Faris nodded or simply nodded. Now Faris lit his third cigarette and was startled by Naomi's voice.
"Dude, he's a brother, but who's with him?" Tina smiled as soon as Faris's gaze fell on her, the veins of her brain tensed.
"Oh, it looks like Horiya's boyfriend," Tina added spice. Faris threw away his cigarette and stood up from his place. His heart was to shoot. He could clearly see the dirty eyes of people who were looking at Horiya from above.
Due to Rahab's unreasonable stubbornness, she came to the club with him. Horiya was wearing a frock like a full black gown and was having difficulty walking in high heels which Rahab noticed she held her hand in her strong palm and helped her Horiya smiled.
"Thanks" she said slowly, the atmosphere inside was not particularly good.
"This is Anbir Analaik girl who every year after completing her G.P. does not leave to study next year so that she doesn't study next year" she both smiled at the introduction.
"And this is her husband Nabil, a meritorious student who saves a paper for the next semester," Nabil laughed at this. Just as they were talking or telling something about themselves, Horiya felt someone's pressure on her shoulder.
"You" she looked at Faris.
"Why what happened?" He had released her hand from Rahab and took it in his hand. Tina also reached there and Naomi was also waiting for a storm there.
"She's mine and if somebody touch her or see with filthy eyes I'll rip his Kitab Nagri
head."
He grunted. Rahab was sometimes looking at Horiya, sometimes at Faris, who was telling something else in Rhea's eyes.
"Leave me" She didn't want to pretend Faris grabbed her by one hand and dragged her out of the club without saying a word.
"Leave me" Now she shouted, Faris tightened his grip, his fingers felt numb, Hurriya's eyes watered due to the pain, then Faris loosened his grip and tied her to the car.
"Why did you come here with him and where is your dupatta?" He was very close to her, his breath was on his face.
"I am not your property, I am Faris Naqvi" he laughed at his sentence.
"So you are not mine, you are not anyone's," he said, hitting him in the car.
"You're wild," she shouted.
"Have you ever seen wildness?" He said as he fastened his seat belt.
"Fars, why don't you leave Mir Apechha?" she said, folding her hands.
"It got smaller only after my death," she started looking at the other side while making a face
"Leave me at my aunt Jani's house. I just went home and aunt Jani got worried," she said.
Without arguing, he turned the car towards his aunt's house.
- Writer
