Vasl-e-Yaar

20

I know it won't matter or you guys will probably just skip this note  and will directly go to the chapter or a lot of you might not even open this chapter, But I still want to mention a few things. I logged in today after so many months that even I have forgotten when was the last time I visited wattpad. And seeing the comments on my message board and last chapter of this book had me so guilty that I always end up disappointing you guys in some ways or the other. To be very honest I am posting this chapter because it was written at that time only and I have no chapters written ahead as of now. I don't even know what I am going to do in future with this story but I just wanted to post this chapter for the ones who were commenting time and again just to get a response from me. I would also like to mention that I am extremely apologetic but I hope I could make you guys understand where I stand at the moment someday. Okay, that's enough for now!

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"Sir, aap ye dekhiye." Hammad urged to the man sitting in front of him.
The middle aged man rubbed his scruffy white long beard, releasing a heavy sigh.

"Hammad miya, ye sab padhkar koi fayda nahi hai. Tumhare plans bohot bade hai. Kaha tum ek chhoti si dukaan ke maalik ho, vo bhi apne bhaiyo ke saath milkar aur kaha tum poora manufacturing plant kholna chahte ho textiles ka. Bohot jhamela hai." The man shook his head.

"Par Farooqi sir, aapko mere plans me koi loophole tou bhi nahi dikha na. Maine sab soch rakha hai. Bas finance ki dikkat hai jo mai aapse maang raha hu. Partnership ke liye bhi raazi hu." Hammad tried to make him understand.

Since a couple of years, Hammad had been working on the project.
A project he believed would change their lives. He was tired of living in such bare minimum. He wanted a better life for him and his present and future family too.

He was already 29, soon to be 30 in few months and he knew one day would come when they would expand their family and he and his brothers will start to have children.

"Hammad miya, agar aapki ek manzil ki dukaan hai tou meri 3 manzil ki. Ziada farak nahi hai. Jaisa tumhe paisa chahiye, waisa tou me kisi haal me nahi de paunga. Tumhe kisi bade aadmi se hi baat karni padegi iss baare me." Farooqi spoke.

Hammad had everything set. He had a complete file of every detail that was needed about his project.
It was huge.
The project was on a big scale and that meant it also needed huge finance which he would never have at this point.

He knew he had to take support of others in this matter but no luck was on his side.
Till now he had talked to almost 10 such businessmen in the same field and no one was ready to give such huge amount.
They could see potential in him but still they weren't ready for this.
Because till now, Hammad was a mere man with a textile shop.

"Bada aadmi? Aap bhi kisse keh rahe hai ye baat Farooqi sir. Mai kaha kisi bade aadmi ko jaanta hu. Meri tou apne aas paas bhi pehchaan nahi hai, shehar me kaha se lau." Hammad sighed with a worried frown on his forehead.

"Fir tou Hammad Miya, hum kuch nahi kar sakte. Agar kabhi koi mauka pada, tou zarur tumse izhar karenge." Farooqi spoke.

"Kaisi baat kar rahe hai aap sir. Ek aap hi tou the jinke paas mai itni ummeedein lekar aaya tha. Please kuch ho sake tou dekhiye na. Agar aapki pehchaan me koi ho." Hammad urged him.

"Dekho..." Farooqi began but Hammad cut him off "Aapko kuch nahi karna hoga. Bas ek baar unse keh dijiyega ki mujhse ek meeting kar le. Please sir, meri saalon ki mehnat zaya ho jayegi." Hammad almost pleaded to the man in front of him.

Farooqi looked at Hammad keenly for a whole minute before he finally nodded his head a little with a sigh.
"Theek hai. Mai kisi ko jaanta hu jo tumhari madad karne ke kaabil hai. Unka kaarobaar unki beti ne sambhalna shuru kar diya hai kyuko unki tabiyat sahi nahi rehti. Tum ek baar unse mil kar dekh lena agar vo raazi ho jaye tou. Mai aaj-kal me hi meeting arrange karta hu aur tumhe bata bhi dunga kaha aana hai." Farooqi explained.