"bhaijaan aap hi bataiye m kya karu... Elections haar gya hu m...... Mujhe kuch samjh nhi aarha h..... Aap hi bataye kuch to..... Meri bachi Raheed bhai... Usko kya bolunga ki shaam ko nikkah h uska......" junaid ji spoke restlessly sitting on the bed, ever since the result is out he was in his room and no one in the family tried to communicate much as they felt that he needed some space.
" Dekho Junaid miya.... Elections m haarna jeetna to hota rehta h.... Or mene nhi kaha thi apni beti ko sooli pr chada do.... To mujhe Iss sab m mat ghaseete... Mujhe panga lene ka shauk nhi h uss Danish se...." Raheed Ahmed his phupho's son spoke hurriedly and cut the call.
" hello hello... Bhaijaannnn... Annnnnn"
"Ya Allah..... M kya karuu.... "he cried.
" hello.... Danish sahab milna h aapse bhot zaruri Baat krni... Ji m committee hall pohch jaaunga". Saying this he stood up from the bed and left the room.
As soon as he opened the door... His eyes moved toward the living area where his wife and children were sitting totally stressed out.
"begum... M zara bahar Jaa rha hu" he said gaining their attention.
"hmmmm.... Ohk.... Junaid aap theek h" his wife asked him hesitantly.
"ji meri Jaan... M bilkul theek hu" he came toward her and hugged her.
"Shehnaaz.. Beta ho sake to apne baba ko maaf krdena" saying this he went from there.
"ammi ye baba ko kya hua h.... Ye esse kyu bolke gye h... Or ye gye kaha h" Shehnaaz spoke anxiously to her mother.
"ammi kuch to Baat h.... Baba bhot ajeeb behave kr rhe h" ibrahim too pointed out.
"hmm... Aaj inse Baat krte h jb ye aayenge vapas... Sach me kuch to h jo ye chupa rahe h" Aiman ji spoke.
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"bolo sheikh kya Baat krni h....." Danish ji spoke.
"dekhiye Danish sahab..... Nikkah krna zaruri...." junaid was intrupted by Danish.
"Tumko siyasati niyam pta hai Sheikh, to ab kuch nhi ho sakta hai. Ye sab to tumhe humare Saamne election m khade hone se pehle sochna tha, ab iss sab ka koi faayda nhi h". Danish Ali Raza, said in his usual scarry voice.
" par nawab sahab, meri bachi Sirf 19 saal ki h, uski abhi to padhai bhi puri nhi huyi h, vo kaisee ye sab jhel payegi" Junaid Meer Sheikh said with helplessness.
"Humne Pehle hi kaha tha ki agar haar gye to tumhari beti ka nikaah humare sher se hoga, Sidharth Danish Raza se, mere bete se. Tumhe to khush hona chahiye ki tumhari beti mere bete ki dulhan banegi, khush kismat h vo. Or election m khade hone se pehle tumhe sochna chahiye tha ki tumhari beti kya karegi kaise rahegi, shart k mutaabik vo humare bete ki dulhan banegi ya fir tumhe uski maut ki khabar bhot jald mil jaayegi " Danish said with an evil glint in his eyes.
" or hnn mujhe yakeen hai ki tumhara Jawaab Haa hi hoga to bss itna bta rha hu ki nikaah aaj hai, tumhe kuch karane ki zarurat nhi h, aakhir hum abhi abhi jeete hai elections toh uski khushi m chalo sara kharcha humare upar bss tum apni beti ko ache se lana, or koi chalaaki ki to tumhara pura khandaan khatam kardunga m " with that he walked off from the committee hall, leaving a devastated Junaid.
A lone tear left his eye, in his own selfishness he forgot that now his daughter has to suffer for something she hasn't done. He had put her life in danger. Marrying her to Sidharth is itself a scary thought, that man was a walking devil.
