Deception love

chapter 1 Both of them were sitting opposite each other seriously. Both had the same feelings for each other in their eyes. But both of them were sitting silently. Meanwhile, Jaber Khan entered the hall.The eyes of both of them went towards him spontaneously, but the expressions of both of them were different, there was a place of love in the eyes of one, while in the eyes of the other there was a place of broken crumbs of love. Unexpectedly, both of them felt each other's presence and turned their eyes away from him. Jaber Khan fixed his cold serious gaze on both of them, and began to examine their expressions. One of them was wearing a Pakistani dress, a beautiful sundress sitting in her black sandals, while the other in an oriental dress was sitting with a look of love in her golden eyes.Jaber Khan cleared his throat and sat down on the one-seater sofa in front of him. One foot rested on the knee of the other foot. And both of them were shocked. "I didn't think it would be so quiet when you both came out." He said seriously. "What happens when you think, Jaber Khan, it is not necessary that everything happens according to your thoughts every time". Zaratasha, sitting in Pakistani clothes, spoke. "Hmmm well said, you also said it right, ma'am, it is not necessary to always do everything according to my opinion". He looked at her and passed her with a teasing smile."I'm tired, I need to rest." Sitting in oriental dress, falak would say in a lovely voice, Zaratasha was poisoned. "Sorry, I was so busy meeting people outside that I didn't realize your tiredness." He had dedicated the film with love. And Zaratasha, who was sitting opposite Falak, turned away in disgust. "No, no problem, Jaber, you have come back to your area after such a long time, so I can understand that you will be busy for the next few days." Falak's tone was mixed with sugar. "How understanding are you? Thank you for understanding me. Let me leave you in your room." He said lovingly, putting a squinting look on Zaratash's face, which was red with anger, and said."My room or our room". She spoke meaningfully. And this is where Zaratash had finished, his cup of patience was spilled at once. "What is your name? Yes, Falak. No, Falak is your name. Hmmm, listen, why are you dying so much? Look, if you are afraid of me, then you are completely stupid, because he is going to live with you now. The first thing is yourself. So he will not come to my room and even if he want to come, you will know by looking at their broken legs. However, my four-year-old daughter also lives in this house and I am very serious about her training. So I request you Chihchore Panti that these demonstrations should not take place in front of my daughter". She got up proudly, saying mockingly in a cold tone, and was about to pass by Jabir Khan, walking with dignity, when suddenly her wrist came in his tight grip, Zaratasha turned and saw him. The oppressor was also up to her ."Begum, if my legs will break, you will be the one to break them." he asked him mischievously. "Do you have any doubts?" She gritted her teeth and said with a jerk, her wrist was freed from his grip. "No doubt, but still thought to confirm". He closed one eye and said that his mind was damaged. She was staring at him with bloodthirsty eyes and was walking out of the hall. "Jaber, how can you talk to him so lovingly in front of me?" Falak said in a bloodthirsty tone and slapped Jabir's face. "Falak, you did this today, but never do it again. Just like you are my wife, Zaratasha is also my wife. Yes, she is a bit angry with me at the moment, but it does not mean that she does not mean anything to me." He looked at her and said seriously. "If she meant so much, why did you marry me?" Falak's tone was soaked in the bridge. " Please don't cry, man, I'm not in the mood to shut up right now, I'll do everything for both of you, I just can't bear this crying, it's giving me a headache. Holding her gently, he started walking up the stairs, surely he was taking her to his room. ♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧ Outside, heavy raindrops would fall on the window of her room and then disappear like a line, leaving a mark on the glass. Her reflection across the glass was blurry. A conical hand rested on the glass. And after a few moments, his hand slipped on the window glass and went down. she placed her hand again in the same place from where her hand had slipped. She repeated the same process again, and then she continued to make such childish gestures after a long time. Slowly, laughter touched her lips, holding her hand, she realized that her face was numb with laughter. After how many months, a forgotten smile appeared on her face.she loved life. she was very fond of bathing in the rains. she loved colors very much. But that person had buried all hes happiness along with his dead body. That person was her life. When he was gone, what did she care about these worldly colors? Hes eyes were watering as she thought. Hes tears were flowing more fluently than the rain. she wiped his tears, the sound of Zuhar azaan was heard from far away. She got up to perform ablution for the purpose of prayer, covering her head with a dupatta. Then the eyes were wet. Tears were once again flowing freely.she finished praying. she had just finished praying when there was a knock on the door of his room. she placed it on the table in front of the place of prayer and went and opened the door. Seeing the grandmother in front of her she held her hands and brought her to sit in the room. "Grandma, why did you come by yourself and climb so many stairs, the pain in your knees will increase now." She had put her hands on his lips with devotion. "If I didn't come, who would come? You have sworn not to come down." She was shocked. "If it doesn't come, I'll stay downstairs with you." She gently said to open her dupatta tied in the style of prayer and draped it neatly on her head and started to wear it. Who was lost in seeing hem with a lot of leisure. "Why don't you come down, how long will you sit alone like this?" She was sad. "Grandma, I am not alone." Her tone was calm. Deep peace. "You are not alone, take pity on yourself. Believe me, these people who are "tolerating" you today for the sake of my eyes, tomorrow when these two eyes of mine are closed, these people will stop tolerating you. They will throw you out of this house." Her entire being was beginning to tremble. "No one will do anything. They are all mine. No one tolerates me. Only you think so. They are all mine. How can you hurt me?" She was comforting them. And she herself was 100% agree with what she said. After all, why would anyone take her out, how much everyone loves her. Didn't she see them all worried about her? "Okay, don't believe my words, when the oppression of the times will break, not on you, you will remember my words strongly, but you will not be able to do anything, be patient" she got up looking at her sadly. "I will not be able to believe your words about. .... grandmother." She said gently, forcing her to turn around. "Yes, you will finally believe me, why you?" She was about to leave the room angrily when she reached out and took their hands and let her down carefully. ♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧ He brought her to the room and sat her on the bed. She was still crying, her golden eyes filled with tears. "Dude, stop crying first." He looked at her face carefully. "Why am I crying? You ruined my life, you oppressor." She sobbed more. "Repent, did you ruin your life? I loved you and then got married." He jokingly said he was burned. "But you didn't tell me that you are already married". She stared at him with moist eyes. "Yes. I forgot." He pretended to swallow the saliva. "I forgot..!!! You forgot your wife, you forgot your marriage, tomorrow. Tomorrow you will also forget me and marry someone else". She broke out into a sob filled with shock. "No, my friend. That meant a little, I mean, my friend. What do they say? I didn't get a chance." He put his hand on her cheek and said lovingly. "Jabar, you are a liar." She sobbed and put her head on his shoulder. "Oh dear, look at this, this lying and deceitful person is only yours." He started bowing to her face mixing the spice of love in his words. That the slap on the face made his senses upset. He looked at his beautiful wife with his hand on his cheek in shock. "How many liars you are, now you have told this lie too, you are not only mine but also Zaratash's". She was sobbing once again on her last words. "Yes, what should I do now, die if I have two marriages? Repented. Both of you are determined to take life on one side and the other on the other side. You were talking with such love in front of him and now look at it. You women are liars." He screamed from the shock of the slap. "You oppressor, do this, you will surely die after seeing two sips of water". She picked up the cushion from the bed and hit him. He immediately jumped and ran out of the room. And she sat on the bed tiredly and began to catch her breath. And all of a sudden, tears started flowing from his eyes, so his hiccups stopped, but his tears did not stop. ♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧ She was sitting wearing a red pair with tears in her eyes. Grandma's words echoing in her ears made her suffer more. He had a lot of faith in his own jinn. What was done with him today? Grandmother was not even born last week. And he threw them off like a heavy burden on his head. Aziz Chacho married her to a man who was twice her age and father of two young children. Mana's Saboor was also a widow. This was also his second marriage, but was he so quick to marry such a person without waiting for a better proposal? The door of the room opened and two girls came in. Both of them were around nineteen to twenty years old and stood in front of him staring at him with very evil eyes. "What is your name?" One of them, who was dressed in a black kurta, raised her eyebrows and questioned her. "Patience". His soft voice echoed in the room. "Well, whatever the name is, we have no intention, they just came to tell us that. He is our father. Don't even try to take him away from us, otherwise he will make it difficult for you to live in this house." The now blushing girl opened her mouth. She was just looking at these girls. He was wondering when they talked like this, who was she to separate his father from him who was threatening him like this. Both of them stood staring at him for some time, then both of them walked out of the room silently. She rested her head on the back of the bed. His nerves were starting to fray. She was tired of seeing the colors of the colorful people created by her Lord change. He once again remembered Haris strongly. Dil had made her unfaithful, she started to consider herself guilty of Haris. It was Harris's trust, how could it become someone else's property? The door of the room was opened again. But she didn't think it necessary to open her eyes and kept shedding silent tears. The person who came in had a scratched throat. Even though he didn't want to, he opened his eyes and looked ahead. So, seeing the opponent, her heart skipped a beat, she sat straight in a panic. She was scared to see an unknown person in front of her. Now who was it? "Islam and peace be upon you." He came forward saluting and dragged the chair lying beside the dressing to the right side of the bed, and sat on the chair. Saboor looked at him in surprise. I am Jahandad. Your .. Your husband.” Jahandad explained to him with a look of surprise. " Walaikum-As-Salam". He bowed his head and answered in a relieved manner. "You look so cute." Jehandad didn't understand what to say, so he thought it was better to say the same thing. However, seeing a girl who was a few years older than his daughters as his wife, he was very ashamed. I wonder what his daughters must be thinking about their father. "Hmm". Saboor watched him silently. So that good thing was messed up. "He. Meh. I mean you. U. No." Jehandad himself did not understand why he was getting so confused. His first experience was little and the second experience was so much that he was not confused in his first experience. As much as it was happening now. "I understand". Seeing him so confused, she spoke hastily, however, her head hurt a lot. She was in no mood to listen to any more nonsense. "You have eaten". He broke the silence and spoke again. " Yes, I have eaten." She lied and looked at him with silent eyes once again. The man didn't seem twice as big as he was anywhere. Neither seemed to be the father of two young daughters. Short stature, wheatish complexion, tall, dark hair, there was a slight whiteness that was hard to find. A thick shaven mustache was showing the completeness of his appearance. "But I have not eaten, I bring food. You will also support me in eating." He said gently and left the room. After some time he came back and he had a tray of food in his hand. He placed the tray on the bed and sat back on the chair. "You will not support me". he asked gently. "No, I'm not hungry." She said seriously and got up and went to the washroom and closed it. He was just watching her. "Grandma, I told you not to marry me again. Why don't you guys understand that I can't be unfaithful to Haris?" She started crying. "He is dead. What an unfaithful daughter with dead people." He felt sorry for his condition. "Dadi, he is dead in the eyes of you people, but he is alive. He is with me. He is with me everywhere, every moment. Even if I wanted to, Grandma, I will not be able to give his place to any other man." His tone was sobbing. She used to shed tears while sitting on the throne in front of her grandmother, sometimes she used to touch her almond head on her head, her nose was red from the intensity of crying. "When you allow a man to come, he will not take the place of Haris, he will make his own place in your life. In his company, you will forget everything. No Haris will be remembered. Nor his love." She put her hand on his face and started explaining to him. "No grandma, don't say like this, it will never happen". She began to strongly deny their words. "Believe it, some magician will come and steal your heart at first glance." Abba's grandmother said jokingly. "It will never happen, Grandma, never." She got up in tears and left her grandmother's room. He splashed the water on his face with water in his palms. Another thing that grandmother said rang in his ears with great intensity. He raised his eyes and saw himself in the mirror. Water was dripping from his face. He took the towel and dried his face and picked up the dupatta. And she came out with a cover on her head. The one who was carrying the pot outside. He stopped to see her coming out of the washroom. "You will drink tea." He was addressing her as he moved towards the door of the room. " no". She gave a one-word answer and sat on the bed. He opened the comforter and covered himself. And Saboor, who was lying on the pillow, addressed him. "Please turn off the lights, I'm sleepy." She asked him to turn off the lights in a restrained tone, her eyes were closed. And he was just watching Saboor's attitude. He turned off the lights of the room and left quietly. Sabor opened his eyes. And the heart spoke to itself. "This will never happen. No one can take the place of Grandma Haris. I will not let anyone take the place of Haris." As he closed his burning eyes, hot fluid started flowing down his face. ♧♧♧♧♧♧♧ He woke up at dawn and looked around the room. He was not in the room. Sabor woke up with a sigh of relief. He had just finished praying when he entered the room. Seeing him awake, he said immediately. "He came to get my clothes. Actually, I have to go for an interview in a morning show. You must be thinking why I have to go for an interview." He politely tries to tell her about his work at the end, which fails miserably as Ms.'s blunt reply cuts him off. "No, I'm not thinking anything like that at all." She got up and was about to leave the room. That he held her wrist. She turned in surprise at his audacity. Staring at him, asked him to release his hand. "I said leave my hand." She wanted to show him her eyes. "Are you not happy with this marriage?" He held her wrist as he stood. "No, I'm not happy at all. And anyway, what girl would be happy to marry an old man." She said angrily and left the room, releasing her hand from him. And he immediately went and stood in front of the mirror for the shock of being called a badha. Turning his hand over his face, he said, "Buddha." He made a heartbreaking appearance. and mumbled again. "I'm not that big anymore, I look very handsome". He would shake his head with his fingers stroking his hair He took his clothes from the wardrobe and entered the washroom. ♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧ Last night, Jaber Khan left Falak's room and went to Zaratasha's room so that he could sleep in his bedroom because Falak had made a good impression on him. The door did not open. He had quietly slept in the second room in the mansion, he had come down the stairs in a disheveled state, his two wives were having breakfast sitting on the dining table. Zaratasha was sitting and giving Mannat breakfast. At the same time Manat was talking to her mother. In response to which Zaratasha used to love her sometimes and sometimes she was making a loving face expression. He jerked back down, clutching his hair in one hand, the two of them completely ignoring him as the poor, poor sea-fellings came inside. He came down the stairs to the dining table and slid his chair and sat silently with a frown. "Baba Gad Manning". Four-year-old Mannat giggled at his father. "Good Morning Baba Ki Jan". He smiled lovingly as he flew past her. "Mannat, how many times have I told you to greet me before good morning, son?" Zaratasha put a mouthful of egg paratha in his mouth and said. "Sholi Mamma. I had forgotten". The three of them had a smile on their faces as they spoke by prolonging their forgetfulness. "My child should never forget to say hello, my baby." She kissed his swollen cheeks and hugged him. "Ote Mamma". She immediately put it on herself obediently. "My little baby." She loved him and lifted a glass of milk to his lips. "Daddy, I have done so much for you." (Dad I missed you so much). She removed the glass of milk from her lips and spoke. "Baba's Lado misses his baba so much, my child, why are you sitting so far away, come to baba quickly, baba's baby". He raised his arms and called her to him. And she jumped up and ran to her father's arms. "Baba love you". She hugged him and said with a smile on Jabir's face. "Love You To Baby". He said lovingly on her cheeks. Zaratasha was quietly eating her breakfast now. And Falak was also engaged in eating breakfast, but perhaps now Nawala felt it sticking in her throat. And both father and daughter were engrossed in their own world. Zaratasha raised her eyes slightly and saw Falak sitting in front of her, Falak was also looking at her. Both eyes met and immediately both looked away from each other. "Ote Baba, I am going to my room after breakfast." She was running up the stairs, loving on her father's cheek. "Baby rest in peace". Zaratasha immediately turned her head and spoke. And she was climbing the stairs comfortably after hearing his voice. "And you both became the morning of the executioner women." Jabir removed the cup of tea from his lips and said. "It is better for a person to look at his own image in the mirror and see what he is." Zaratasha started to pick up her and Manat's plates and dishes saying angrily. "Swear, still look at your form, I'm coming, and you both know what the mirror whispered in my ear." He said in a charming way, suppressing his smile, it became even more so. "That Jabir Khan is as handsome as you, that the god wants two wives fifty times, as handsome as you are, these two peanut-sized girls don't suit you, your handsomeness will take four months, won't it, when you are in the middle?" And many wives around". He used to say in Madhosh's tone that both of them had a good taste. "I wonder which other blind girls will marry you." The first blow was from Zarathustra. He was left staring at her. "And whosoever has put you in this illusion, tell them to tell you about a good soap to bathe with so that you can see your appearance." The second was from War Flick. He was also staring at her, the cup was firmly held in his hands. "You both are burning with the beauty of your only husband". He seemed to be making a face. "My heart burns with you". Jaber stared at both of them with bloodthirsty eyes when they spoke in unison. "Keep yours to yourselves, both of you." He used to adopt a haughty tone and scolded them. And the steps were on the third step when he turned back screaming from a strong blow from behind. He was about to move towards them in a hurry that they took off the second slipper from his feet and threw it to kill him. And both of them were standing with their hands on their backs and staring at his back. ♧♧♧♧♧♧♧ "Where is your ride?" Two girls came to his room last night. At that time, standing in front of him, both hands were folded and stood like a strong woman. "There's a lawn ride outside." She was about to leave the side saying the same thing when his words stopped her steps. "Make us breakfast." As if the order had been issued. "I will make it". He wanted to confirm. " Yes". One of them gave a one-word answer and began to examine her nails decorated with nail polish. "But why...! Why should I make it? Masha'Allah, both of your hands and feet are safe." She raised her eyebrows and said that she was satisfied with them. "We don't know how to cook". "So this is not my problem". "If not yours, whose problem is it?" They both screamed together. "This is the problem of both of you". She would say one word at a time. When she turned back to go to the room, she bumped into Jahandad very badly. Dil had missed a heartbeat again. "Oh, sorry, you didn't like it." He was embarrassed. "It didn't work". He gave a two-word answer. "Dad, don't make our breakfast." When the two sisters said in a chorus, she turned towards them. "If you don't make breakfast, then it's okay, I'll make it, why are you both worried." He consoled them and went to the kitchen, they both ignored him and followed their father. She was also shaking her head and sat outside on the lawn, a faint light was starting to emerge from the distant horizon. The atmosphere outside was getting very sweet and cold. She was quietly absorbing the cold air in her breath. After some time, he saw both of them sitting in the car and leaving. His father also came to see him off. She was sitting in the car shaking both hands. The guard opened the door and they both left. When he was done with them, he came to him and pulled a chair and sat down. She ignored him and looked at the palm tree standing in front of her. He shuddered. He wanted to attract her. But he didn't bother to look at her. He dared to speak. "Look, Saboor, whatever your problems are, please keep them to yourself. Or just to me, you can't take out my anger or my hatred on my daughters like this. They are because of the death of their mother and me marrying you. However, there is a lot of disturbance." He said gently in a low voice forcing her to look at him. "Yes, maybe she is being rude to you. She will also be rude to you. But." He stopped saying his words and looked at her. "I am explaining them and they will understand very soon. But it will take some time for them to understand things. I wanted to marry an older mature woman. Who is a widow or a divorcee. Who is in my home. To take care of my daughters, it became very difficult for me. To take care of the house, outside and then give attention to both of them. That was the only purpose of my marriage. When you told me that a She is a widow. So it was not in my mind at all. That that widow would be so young, so beautiful. Meaning." He made a big mess when his tongue slipped. "I understand your lecture. There is no need to explain the meaning of the rest." She turned away saying in the same road manner. "Lecture...?? This was not a lecture, see Saboor, please try to understand, please, if you will also do childish actions and both of them, things will become more difficult for me instead of easy". Seriously, he had forced her to ride. "Whatever it was, I understand. Please don't waste your time on me anymore." His hatred was evident in every way. "I'm not wasting your time." He said seriously, he slid his chair and stuck to her chair. When their shoulder touched each other, he moved away a little, but his next step made him unconscious. His strong hand slipped and gripped her waist. Saboor began to struggle on this foot and tried to go back, but he jerked her waist and pulled her close to him. "Think about my words calmly and understand carefully and then do something more, and yes.!!!" He looked at her face carefully, placed one finger under her chin and raised her face in a serious tone, and when he remembered something, he came closer to her and whispered in her ear, his palms were running. "If you don't want me to be that big, try it." His face changed when he said something meaningful. She held her breath and tried to remove it herself."Please move away". said in a damp voice. "Try it, I'll go back again." He moved back, lightly touching her earlobe with his lips. And she just stared at him with evil eyes. Continued...