Uska naam Amal Baig tha. Jaan se zyada chahte the sab usko. Par wo uski jaan ki.
Uske dil ka sukoon thi. Masoom sa
uska chehra tha. Aur dil itna saaf tha uska ke koi bhi uss par apna dil haar baithe.
Aur wo bhi koi Badshah se kam na tha. Usse bhi shatranj ka khel khelna
aata tha. Siyasat main kuch iss tarah as ghum tha woh ki use kisi ki fikar nahi. Siwaye Amal ke. Aakhir Jaan hai wo uski. Taakat ke nashe main wo iss tarah malang tha ke use sukoon ka andaza nahi. Par uska sukoon tou sirf Amal main basta tha.
Mohabbat ke bhi tou apne dastoor hai. Bina kuch liye usse thodi chain hai. Usse
bhi tou mahbub ki azmaish lena pasand hai. Usse bhi logon ko tadpaa kar sukoon ka ehsaas dena pasand hai. Aise hi tou mahbub ki qadar paida hoti hai. Warna insaan isi malaal rah jaaye ke usne kabhi apni mohabbat ka izhaar nahi kiya.
Malaal tou ek aisi cheez jou hamare dil ko jalaa kar raakh kar deti hai. Sukoon or neend cheen leti hai. Yeh tou insaan ko andar se khaa jaati hai. Aur insaan andar se hi marr jaata hai.
A soft chuckled escaped her lips as she pushed the strands of hair behind her ear. Clad in a white outfit, she was looking breathtaking as ever. Her maroon color embroidered shawl was on her shoulder. Her caramel brown luscious hair was covered with the georgette white dupatta. She was graceful as ever. She was looking modest in that white outfit without the hint of makeup.
There she was, Amal Baig.
Wo tou shahzadi hai. Itni khoobsurat aur haseen hai ke lafzon mein bayaan karna aasan nahi. Use tou wo saade libaas main bhi acchi lagti. Uske paas ek kashish thi jou sabko apne paas khinchti. Allah ne saare jahan ka noor uss masoom ko de rakha tha. Aur iss baat
ka ilm naa tha.
Amal was sitting with her friends in the canteen sipping on the caramel milkshake.
"Yeh lo. Sambhal kar rakhna aur apni mumani jaan ko de dena. Kah dena unse ki unki hone wali bahu ne bheja hai," Meera passed her the envelope and her eyebrows furrowed.
"Agar tumne koi chuss maari haina tou samajh lena tumhari khair nahi. Kya hain yeh?" Amal glared as she opened the envelope.
There were photos of her dearest friend and the biodata.
"Astagfirullah. Meera, zara sharam kar lo. Kitne bade hain wo tumse. Koi sawal hi paida nahi hota ke main mumani jaan ko yeh du," Amal scoffed throwing the envelope on her face.
"Ek baar tou unhe meri tasweer dikhau. Dekh lena woh apna dil haar baithenge. Kya pata unke kadam hamare ghar main bhi pad jaaye. Haaye Allah, maine pure shaher ko mithai deni hai. Banda itna hot hai aur handsome hai. Wallah. Tum nahi chahti ke main tumhari bhabhi banu?" Amal rolled her eyes at her friend's words.
"Bohot zaher lag rahi ho. Munh band kar lo. Bhai ki tarah hai wo mera. Unka thodi kuch galat chahungi mai. Waise bhi unki shaadi Bushra aapi se tay hai. Tou tumhara koi chance hi nahi banta," Amal lied to escape the whole situation. But little did she not know that she digs her own grave.
"Na karo. Wo tou tumhari khala ki beti haina? Tum apna naam leti tou samajh bhi aata. Par wo dono kaise?" Meera asked as she was beyond speechless.
"Mohabbat karte hai wo dono ek doosre ek. Tum kya do pyaar karne walo ke beech mai aaugi?" she crossed her arms over her chest and her friend shook her head.
"Baddua khane ka shouk nahi hai mujhe. Chalo main ghar jaa rahi. Hamari qismat main koi banda likha hi nahi. Kabhi kabhar tou lagta hai main single marungi," Amal bit her lips to control the chuckle at her friend's words.
Amal collected her books and moved towards the exit. Her eyes widen seeing many black range rovers parked and she sighed.
"Faham bhai ko bhi sukoon nahi. University main itni gaadiyan kon laata hai? Zaroor koi ladki pasand aa gayi hogi. Shoki maarne aaye hai," she mumbled under her breath as she fixed her shawl.
As soon as she reached the car, the driver opened the door for her.
"Aaj aapne kaise dastak de di iss gareeb ki ghar mai?" Amal asked in a dramatic tone.
"Yeh tumhara ghar hai?" Rameez eyebrows furrowed and she rolled her eyes.
"Mazak tha. Aap bade serious wale bande hai," Amal snorted.
"You talked to your friend about that poster thing?" Rameez scratched his neck and his jaw clenched.
"Yeah," she replied in a hesitant tone.
"Ab kya kar baitha hai tumne?" He sighed as his fingers were softly caressing her knuckles.
Rameez knows that she did something wrong. The way she avoids glancing and the way she biting her lips in nervousness speaks everything. This man knows every single thing about her.
"Kuch nahi," Amal lied fixing her dupatta.
"You better tell me what happened, Amal. Kya baat hai? Batau mujhe. Maine thodi tumhe daanta hai ya khaa jaana hai" He asked.
"Chal jhoota," Amal scoffed without realizing what she just said.
The driver chuckled seeing his boss being all whipped in front of her. No one would have imagined that the ruthless Rameez Zardari could be this comfortable to anyone.
"Amal Baig," He glared and she flinched at the way he take her full name.
"Hamara matlab tha ki aapka koi bharosa nahi. Baat pata chalne ke baad kya pata aap hame bohot daantna hain," she stuttered as she reframe her sentence.
"Khair, mujhe pata chalna hi hai. Waise tumne kuch khaaya hai. Faham bataa raha tha ke tumne nashta nahi kiya," Rameez looked up at her.
"Ham tou aaj bohot dare hue the. Teacher ne kaha tha ke aaj result milne wala hai par aaj nahi mila. Lagta hain agle hafta milega. Hamari bohot phatt rahi hai," She bit her lips in nervousness.
"Meri Amal ke tou hamesha acche marks aate hai. Aur iss baar bhi aayenge. Inshallah. I will get you anything you want. Anything," He smiled at her.
Amal softly smiled in a daze as she played with the ring on her finger.
"Sab tou hai hamare pass. Aap kabhi hame koi bhi cheez lene se nahi rokte. Bas aapki ijazat chahiye thi," He raised his eyebrows at her words.
"Kya ham aapko bhai bulaa sakte hai? Ham jaante hai aap ne manaa kiya hai. Par aap hamse itne bade hai. Ham izzat ke saath aapko bhai bulaana chahte hai," she softly asked and he coughed.
"Astagfirullah. No. You can't, Amal. Bhai nahi hoon main tumhara. Itni izzat mat dou mujhe ki main bardasht nahi kar saku," Rameez shrieked and she narrowed her eyes at him.
"Allah. Aapke bhi itne nakhre hai. Izzat hazam nahi hai aapko. Par aap ke chakkar main hame khala se kai dafa daant padi hai uska kya. Woh hame kahti hai ke aap hamare bhai hai," Amal huffed as she crossed her arms over her chest.
"Phupho se kah dena ke main unki beti ka bhai hoon, tumhara nahi" Rameez snorted as he looked outside the window.
Amal's mouth gaped open as she looked up at him.
"Kya ham aapko itne bure lagte hai ke aap hame apni bahen nahi banaa sakte?" Amal covered her mouth with her palm as she spoke those words.
At that moment, all he wanted to do was bang his head against the wall.
Bechara Rameez.
"Nahi. Tum mujhe itni acchi lagti ho ke main tumhe marr ke bhi apni bahen nahi maan sakta," Rameez said as he fixed his black blazer.
"Tum yeh sab ke baare main zyada mat socho. Just do as I say and concentrate on your career," He added tucking her hair behind her ear.
"Yeah. My concentration is on my studies and career. I am studying very hard, Rameez. I promise I won't disappoint you. I will pay every single penny you spend on me. I don't know if it will be possible or-" she was stopped by a pair of ocean blue eyes which were the sparkling rage and intense anger.
"Amal," He pinched the bridge of his nose to calm himself down.
"You don't have to worry about that. Did I tell you to pay me back? I spoil you with everything you want because I want to. I am doing it out of my own will. Aainda tumne koi aisi fuzool baate ki na tou tumhari khair nahi," Rameez said causing chills to ran down her spine.
"Accha. Aainda ham aisi baat nahi karenge. Par abhi hame roadside momos aur panipuri khaana hai," Amal said in a mischievous tone and he chuckled.
"No way. Never in a million years," He scoffed and her lips pursued into the pout.
Rameez and his displeasure towards street food.
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As Amal was walking towards her room, she smelled delicious food and her stomach churned in hunger.
She walked up to the dining room and saw her favorite steamy chicken momos and a pani puri.
"Tumhare liye banwaya hai. It's hygienic and I made sure of that," she turned around and saw Rameez smiling at her. His hands were on his pocket while his hair was a sexy kind of messy.
"Thank you," she smiled as she sat at the dining table.
"Rameez- bohot accha hain yeh. Kisne banaya hai? Mann kar raha hai haath chum lu uss insaan ka," Amal sighed after tasting the heavenly food.
"Apni zubaan ko zara qaabu main rakho. Or else I will make sure that I will be the only one to make food for you," He glared and she nodded her head even though she didn't understand the word.
"Bohot garam hai," she tch as the momos were very hot and her fingers slightly burned.
"Aaram se khao," He blew air on her fingers and her cheeks flushed.
"Jee," she said in a hesitant tone.
The ringing of the phone disturb the moment and he attended the call.
She noticed the way his jaw clenched and the way he was sending glare towards her.
Amal gulped down as she realized that she is so dead now.
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Assalamu alaikum,
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-Faraal