Mohabbat Ki Kitaab (The Book Of Love)

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"So Miss Shama, how was your exam?" As soon as I, Vihaan and Richa came out of the examination centre Zamil asked. I  passed my question paper to him with a smile.

"See Zamil These are same topics which you had taught me last night." I told him happily while pointing out few questions and he also nodded.

"Ye dono to apne me hi busy hain! Hum se koi matlab hi nahi hai"

(These two are busy in themselves!  We don't mean anything to them)

Vihaan said dramatically and I turned towards him, I actually felt nervous after listening that, but Zamil rolled his eyes while muttering something under his breath which I didn't get.

"Nothing like this" I Suddenly replied.

"So guys if your exam was good then why we're standing here? Let's celebrate and treat will be from my side" Zamil said with cheerful voice.

"No bro... Today we need some personal time." Vihaan said to Zamil while holding Richa's hand and soon they both waved their hands before taking their leave.

"Madam Shama will you join me on lunch?" Zamil asked with his charming smile but I shook my head.

"Sorry Zamil, but I have to go back to my village" My reply made Zamil's face dull.

"When will you come back?" He asked suddenly.

"After one month, when admission results will be announced" I replied and Zamil nodded with a half smile. I went to my flat and picked my suitcases which I already packed yesterday. I was so happy that after more than two years I was going to meet my husband. Locking the door again I went downstairs holding those heavy suitcases and I was surprised when stepped down from the stairs.

"Zamil... What are you doing here?" I asked when noticed him standing outside the building.

"I thought to drop you to bus stand so I come Here" Zamil replied and took suitcases from my hand, I was refusing but he didn't listen. He book a cab to drop me to bus terminal, we both were silent in whole journey, I was happy bit he was sad. I didn't asked the reason as I was planning to surprise my husband.

"Don't forget me while living in your village" Zamil said when I was Taking my seat in bus and he was placing my luggage on correct place.

"Hmm..." I suddenly looked up because Zamil's tone was something different than usual.

"I mean... Don't forget all of us... Richa.. Vihaan and me" Zamil suddenly stammered and I just nodded while taking my seat, he went down from the bus and smiled.

"We'll wait for you" He said standing near the window and I smiled.

"Take care, bye" I replied as the bus started moving, Zamil was standing on road, waving his hand and I was also waving my hand in air until he disappeared from my eyes.

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After years I went back to my village....

My village....

My home....

I wanted to surprise my husband by going in front of him suddenly but there I got a surprise because the home was locked. I took keys from neighbours as I knew he gave keys to them and they people informed me that Abbas was out of town for his work. But I was still happy, I was unlocking the door and thinking about the day when I left my home.

But as soon as I open the door, a satisfactory smile of my face was suddenly vanished.

My home sweet home was converted into a junk yard. His clothes were spreaded everywhere, kitchen was completely messed up, utensils were turned black like the food was not cooked but burn in them. The cots were placed in disordered manner. I was confused from where to start and where to end the cleaning process. After the hectic exam routine I was supposed to take rest and spent my whole day while talking to my husband but the condition of home was not allowing me to do so. Letting a cold sigh out I placed my suitcases in the corner of room, throw the dupatta on cot and started cleaning home.