Jaan-e-jahan

Chapter-3

" khandan ki taraf se toh aap fiqar hi na karo biji, ache raees ghrane ke hai, apni Maha ko shehzaadi ki tarah rkhenge, aur logo ko toh apne dekh hi lia nikkah wale din," Rabiya khala remarked.

" ji ji bhen ji log toh bhut hi behtar hai, Ab bas mujhe apne sidharth ke liye bhi koi achi ladki mil jaye toh baat ban jaye" Fatima expressed herself handing over a cup of tea to Rabiya, Rabiya is a short slim women in her mid-forties knows for her matchmaking business.

" why not Fatima, apne sidharth ko bhi bhala ladkiyon ki Kami hai, par Tu usse haan toh bulwa, Ab biji Ho jate hai Ek do rishto me khataas Iska mtlb ye thodi hai ki dubara shadi hi na kare aur mein toh kehti hu Asma bibi shehnaaz ke liye bhi bhut ache rishte hai kaho toh dikhaun" She questioned looking at asma with wide eyes.

" Maaf kijiyega meri beti abhi padh rhi hai, aur meri koi khwaish nh hai uska rishta karne" Ahmed who was passing by the living room heard their conversation.

" lo bahi ji, rishte baar baar nh milte hai, aakhirkaar ladki hai woh bhi bewa, jaise jaise umar badhti jaayegi, koi phuchega bhi nh"

" mujhe frq nh padhta aapi, aap Asma mujhe meri file nh mil rahi hai aap de dengi zara" he said.

" lo bhala maine koi glt baat toh nh ki, jaise jaise rang dhalta jayega, kon krega shaadi..."

" Rabiya woh uska baap hai uski jaise marzi tum apna kaam karo, mere ghr k bacho ke baare me mein khuch nh sunna chahti hu" Zahra begum cleared before taking her leave.

" fir mein khuch bolungi toh sab khenge Rabiya bolti hai, chlo fir me chlti hu,"

" aapi ruke na, mein ky keh rhi thi ap sidharth ke liye koi achi ladki dhoondhe na, usko mein apne aap mana loongi...ab poori zindagi aise toh nh rhega," Fatima said keeping her hands on Rabiya's

" Aap chinta na kre, mein ek dum sundar, kam umar aur kuwanri ladki dhoondugi aakhirkaar agla waarish hai Siddqui khandan ka..kon mana krenge"

" Bas aapi ye dhyan rkhna ki ladki ache khandaan ki ho,"
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Walking into the college lobby, his shoes clicked on the marble floor, attired in a grey suit he represents detachment and neutrality, his face giving no expression, he simply nods to students' greetings, grey the shade between white and black... but he is neither white nor black, he is someone who learned how to be composed and balanced in life.

"Is this a college or some random Street??" he questioned sliding his hands into his trouser pocket and stopping in front of a boy who was having his cigarette, the boy coughed crushing his cigarette under his shoes.

" I am asking you something??"

" don't you know the rules of this college,"

" I am sorry sir"

" Whats your name?? And which course you are pursuing..."

" Hamza...malik, B.A economics second year" he answered.

" Rishabh make sure he gets suspended for at least two weeks and check every student...if any one of them has anything illegal or against the rules of this college... the person will be suspended at that time only" The students gulped hard in fear...if one thing their professor treasures that is values, manners and etiquettes.

" you are very harsh on them" Rishabh said closing the door of his office.

" They are here to learn, for academics not for this...They have their whole life in front of them and time for this, this institute and its rules meant so much to me"

" ok ok I got it, relax kar yaar" Rishabh said pouring water into a glass, Rishabh is his best friend from childhood, they know everything about each other, he is calm, soft-spoken, and good-hearted...just the opposite of Sidharth...but the opposites attracts...he is calm of his storm, their friendship started with rivalry, misunderstanding, caste discrimination and racism but with time they both formed a bond which is very strong...he is married with his love Kriti and has two daughters.