Iztiraar

19.

Blinking eyes at the ceiling she calculated how mant times she got betrayed in life. A bitter chuckle escaped her lips. She shooked her head smiling, scooping her knees near her chest she took a deep breath. Closing her eyes she let her tears fall. "I survived in hell! Ye toh fir bhi Zindagi h" she whispered proudly.

She giggled at her each winning twist and turns. Getting up on her feets.. she turned to his portrait, his large portrait that she just painted. Which was covering the whole one wall of her room!

She softly caressing the portrait, "zidd ho meri, hasil kar hi lungi" she whispered and giggled.

"Me jese chahti hu wo ya toh mera hota ya fir kisi ka nhi" she said gritting her teeths. With tears in her eyes.

"Tum toh itne ache ho, hena.. mere hokar rahego" she whispered leaning on his portrait.

Juman was too difficult and different to be understood. She has locked up her self in her room, after they were back from their business trip.

Aurad tried his best to converse to her.. but she was too stubborn to melt, though his cute gestures always make her heart beat wildly.

She plucked a black rose from her garden. Which was owned by her. Only her. No one was allowed here. No one. Not even Aurad.

She starting plucking its each petal murmuring, "he loves me" "he loves me not!"

And it ended on he loves me. She squealed and giggled showering the petals on herself. "He loves me!!" She giggled more and hugged her pillow.

While a frown appeared on his face. Her father, who was secretly keeping an eye on her.. frowned. He massaged him forehead.

"She is soo stubborn!" Said her mother to him.

"She is just like her, stubborn to death!" He murmured and closed his laptop.

"What will do Jahanzeb sahab?" Asked his wife.

"Meri bachi ko har baar zakham hi mile h, iss dawa ki zrurat h usse, let her do what she wants" he said removing his spectacles.

"And Aurad? Do you think he will accept her? What if he had someone else in his life? Aaj kal bache thodina maa baap ki maante h?" She said chuckling helplessly.

He smiled at her concerned.

"Aurad Firasat ka beta h, he has all the moral and values.. that a father needs in a boy for his princess" he said proudly smiling.

His wife smiled and said, "jesa apko thik lage, bss Juman khush rhe" she whispered softly.

Meanwhile Jibran entered their room making them flinch. "Mama.. I missed uhhh!" He said kissing his mother's cheek. She chuckled and hit his arm lightly.

"Where were you?" Asked his father narrowing his eyes.

"Warehouse dad" he said casually.

"Why? Ghar ka rasta bhool gye the?" Asked Jahanzeb sahab rolling his eyes. His wife frowned and whispered, "aese nhi bole, beta h apka"

"Mom your man and your daughter as some issues to be fixed! They keep giving sarcastic answers!" Jibran complained, she laughed at his antics.

"Did u met you dadijaan?" Asked his father.

"Ofcourse, zindagi me kisi se milu na milu unse mile bina kese reh skta hu, i hatee her sooo much!" Jibran said rolling his eyes.

His parents shooked their head.

"Mom where is Rumi?" Asked Jibran playing with his mom's jewellery.

"She is off to school beta" she said politely caressing his hair.