DASTAANEY ZINDAGI

EPISODE TWO : CHAPTER 13 : PUDINA AND THE RISHTA

Saima was getting ready in her room. Sharif along with his family and son were going to come. To see saima. Saima felt burdened yet felt light. Her emotions were wild but she kept them caged in her. Very well.

Her mother. Zubiya was busy frying of samosas for the up coming guest.

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The author loves samosa. Kya kare.

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Zubiya has been on fire. Preparing for the guest. Only grooms parent and his sister where gonna come. Zubiya had also clean the house like a freak.

On other hand her husband was busy shaving. While osmaan was running her mother's last minute errands. He was on duty to bring pudina for the mint and coconut chutney that zubiya was planning to make. And had forgotten to bring the key ingredient of it the pudina.

Even though no one in the family was sure that saima was happy. They didn't knew whether she was okay or not. But her mother was delighted. It was her long wish to see saima, her daughter as bride. If saima's hand went yellow then she would take no long to go in search of bride for osmaan. His son.

"Saima. Are you done?" Her mother yelled from the base of the staircase. While the samosas were being swimming on a low heat in the oil.

Saima was almost ready. She was just missing the smile that she kept on searching everywhere in her room but couldn't find. One that matched perfectly with her eyes. Hence she settled with a fake one instead. Which kept on slipping from her face.

"Yes. Ammi." Saima stood in front of her mother. Looking all pretty above the staircase. Her mother smiled at her. The girl that she once's wouldn't let her tie her plates was all grown up looking beautiful. Ready to leave the house. And to be light to some one else home.

Saima saw her mother tearing herself. As her mother climbed up to her.
"Ammi. It's not that I'm getting married now." Saima said comforting her mother. She cried even when saima had to leave for studies to mumbai.
"You will soon. How would I live without you." She said rushing her daughter in her arms.

"Ammi." Osmaan called from downstairs.
"Come down soon. Be in osmaan's room. Before the guests arrive. Okay." Her mother said wiping the tears faintly with her own dupatta.

Saima smiled at her mother until she left. She stood by the mirror in her room. No wonder she looked beautiful. She tried to smile looking at the mirror. But it kept fading away.

'It's hard to smile. When your heart's in pain.' She quoted herself as she showed a big smile on her self. An exaggerating one. She huffed in defeat. 'Let's just not smile then' she said to herself mentally.

Saima climbed downstairs. Only to see her family sitting all quite and serious in the drawing room. What's the matter. What happened in fractions on moments.

Her mother should be running around in the kitchen. Her father should be asking osmaan to make calls and confirm the location of the guest. Why were they all sitting here then. Saima's stomach churned in restlessness.

"Ammi" her soft voice call. Everyone turned their attention to her. How would they break this news to her. They had no idea what to do.

Osmaan looked his lips sealed parents and decided to speak himself.
"Arsalan's family is... arsalan sending his family." Osmaan finally broke the tension. As he broke the reason that had made the hurricanes of his family stop.

Saima.

The land underneath her moved away in a swift swing. She hold the staircase rail for support. Her insides were shocked. Her mind ran through thousands thought. Her breaths turned uneven.