It was a Sunday afternoon. Bahria Town was burning with heat. Zahra was working on her laptop while Hiba was half lying on the bed resting her back to the bed crown casually. She was reading a book. She was completely engaged in reading.
Zahra's ticking on the keyboard stopped and she looked up at the ceiling. She was visibly tired.
She turned her head to look at her little sister. She has been reading a lot lately. She thought.
"Kya padh rahi ho?", Zahra questioned gently.
"Kitaab"
"Kaisi kitaab?"
"Ek bahot khoobsurat kitaab"
Zahra sighed. She pushed her chair back and sat on the edge of the bed close to Hiba's feet.
"Aur kya hoti hai khoobsurat kitaab?", she asked Hiba.
Hiba peeped from the edge of the book to look at Zahra and then replied,
"Jise hum padhna chod na saken, which keeps us hooked"
"Tumhe wo drama yaad hai, Tere Bin , uske upload hone ke chand minute baad hi tum khud ko use dekhne se rok ni paati thi. Kya wo khoobsurat drama tha?", Zahra posed another question.
"Astaghfirullah, bilkul nahi , wo toh....", Hiba's mind clicked.
"Phir kya hoti hai khoobsurat kitaab?", Hiba asked.
"Ek achhi kitaab wo nahi hoti jise padhne se aap khud ko rok na payen.
Ek khoobsurat kitaab wo hoti hai Jo apka shaoor badhaye", Zahra explained.
"Aapko kaise pata chalega ki ye ek khoobsurat kitaab hai?"
"Ek khoobsurat kitaab ke do chapter bhi padh lene ke baad apke andar ek thahraav aa jata hai. Aap fizool cheezon ki fiqr karna chod dete hain aur apka zehen khulne lagta hai."
"Hamesha yaad rakhna duniya ki har kitaab kuch na kuch zaroor sikhati hai. Ek khoobsurat kitaab achhai sikhati hai aur ek badsoorat kitaab burayi. To apna chunav soch kar karna"
"Oohoho, kamaal ki speech thi , kaun sikhata hai apko ye sab?", Hiba commented.
"Kitaaben", Zahra answered.
"Achha achha , mai aajkal Peer e Kamil padh rahi hun, Allah Allah, kya kitaab hai, matlab kya hi kitaab hai!!
Salaar Sikandar ne 9 saal intezaar Kiya tha Imama ka. Kya waqai aise log hote Hain Jo intezaar karte hain?", Hiba asked.
"Hote hain"
"Ayaan Bhai jaise? Wo bhi toh....", Hiba didn't finish her sentence.
Zahra was speechless. She kept staring at her. Her senses were brought back by the beeping sound of her phone.
Hiba looked at the caller ID and smiled. She stood up and said, "Utha len, mai chali jaati hoon" before leaving the room.
Zahra picked up the call and heard a deep masculine voice say , "Assalamualaikum"
"Walaikum assalam"
"Kaisi hain aap?", Ayaan asked cheerfully.
"Alhamdulillah", Zahra answered.
"Mujhse nahi poochengi?"
"Theek hi lag rahe hain"
"Zaroori nahi, kya pata koi marz lahaq ho", Ayaan said playfully.
"Aap doctor nahi the!",Zahra was playing hard.
"Kuch marz la ilaj hote hain , aapko pata to hoga na?"
Zahra could feel her heart beat . Silence filled the room and yet they were able to hear one another's state .
"Subah call kyun kaat di thi?",Ayaan posed another question.
"Ghalati se lag gayi thi", Zahra replied.
"Ohh , waise me India wapas aa raha hoon",Ayaan announced.
"Kab?"
"Kuch keh nahi sakte, shayad agle mahine"
"Ok.............chalen ab mai phone rakhti hoon"
"Zahra", Ayaan called.
"Hmm"
"Mai tumhari ghalati ka muntazir rahoonga"
The call was cut. Zahra was staring at void. She stood up and went towards her locker. A photograph was kept in there. It was a picture of three. She raised the photograph in front of her and said ,
"Mai tumhe kabhi nahi pata lagne doongi ki mai tumse kitni mohabbat karti hoon"
YOU ARE READING
The Grey Point of View
RomanceThe Grey Point of View revolves around some grey characters. It represents their mindset and the way they function. It is equipped with multiple genres like thriller, mystery, drama, and romance. The story starts with the introduction of Zahra Malik...
