Son âme précieuse

Her last hope

Nashwa Hammad POV

Days went as same as before it's been a month since they came back from Kashmir and the first thing l thought was to talk with Agha Jaan but it seems like he was so busy in village matters either regarding the dispute between two parties because of Land or someone killed some other Sardar's son and now they wanted revenge or justice for their son.

These things have been going on and on and l was unable to say anything to him even if i tried daadi Jaan would say that Agha Jaan is tired and I can talk in the morning and the next day when I want to talk with him in morning he was already out of the haveli towards their Dera.

(Sardar= a village commander or master)

I was completely lost in my thoughts without even knowing that i had ruined the painting I was doing just few minutes ago until my best friend nazleen shook my shoulder lightly making me pulled out of my trance.

' What are you thinking Nashwa? Look you ruined the whole canvas?' said nazleen looking at the painting that was placed on the table right in front of me.

Uh what? What happened? As if not understanding her words i asked looking around but when my eyes fell on the canvas i cursed herself for ruining the piece of beautiful art work by my own hands.

Getting up from the chair I took the canvas and throw it in the dustbin before coming back and sitting again on the chair when my eyes met with nazleen's green one she was looking at me with some unsaid questions in her eyes.

' Ask ' I simply stated looking at her.

What do you mean? She asked back looking at me with her one eyebrow raised in furrow.

" Mein keh rhi hun pucho jo tmhry dimagh mei chal rha hai " I said taking a deep breath mentally preparing myself to answer her.

(I'm sayin meg ask what is running inside your mind)

" Mjhy lga tha k Gulpari k anay pr Nahim Bhai ki shiddat kch uspr divert hojaye gi par nhi aesa tou kuch nhi hua" she said looking at me with a slight smirk playing on her face.

(I thought after Gulpari came brother Nahim's intensity would divert to her but no there is nothing like that)

" Kya matlab hai tumhra " ? I asked not understanding her.

(What do you mean?)

" Kal dekha nhi jb khuzaima tmse baat krne k liye qareeb hua tou unse bardasht nhi hua" she said with a mischievous smile while looking at me.

(Didn't you see yesterday when khuzaima came near to talk with he couldn't tolerate)

" Shut up Naz tm ab bhi unk qaseeday parh rhi ho jb k woh kis trha se tmhry ghr aa kr tum logon ko dhamka kr gaye" I said in a serious voice looking at her to which she just rolled her eyes at me.

(Shut up Naz you are still praising him when the way he came into your house and threatened you)

" Tum hoti tou qasam se tum bhi deewani hojati aur wese bhi tumhari wajah se hi tou dhamkaya--" she was telling me when she bit her tongue at the last part looking anywhere but me.

(If you were there you would have become crazy too and besides it happened all because of you--)

' Wow nice I didn't know that you think the same as everyone ' I said controlling the tears that suddenly weld up in my eyes because of her words.

I I iam sorry Nashwa I didn't mean to say that, she said looking at me with guilt in her eyes.

' yet you did please Nazleen I want to be alone for some time ' I said without looking at her.