Letters across Borders : A soldier's tale of LOVE....

Chapter - 2 A letter to Lieutenant's wife

(Lahore, Pakistan - 1985)

Inside the familiar walls of her family mansion, Insia walked through the grand hallways, her footsteps echoing in the silence. Her eyes, heavy with the weight of recent events, fell upon her grandpa's picture, a reminder of the bond they had shared, a bond disrupted by her sudden departure to London.

he died 6 months ago while she was in London....she was sent to London without her will which made her angry on her grandpa...

"You came, Insia?" her father, Riyaz Qureshi, a distinguished lawyer, questioned as he entered the room.

"Abba," she replied, her tone carrying a mix of determination and resentment.

"Why are you here now? And kindly give me a proper explanation of what you did in university three days ago," he demanded, his expression stern.

"I need one million pounds," Insia stated bluntly. "Just give me that, and I'll leave. I'm pretty sure you know the story... the old hag probably explained everything."

Riyaz sighed, the weight of the situation evident in his eyes. He went inside Major Abdul's room, a place filled with memories and legacy. From there, he retrieved a gold-plated box and handed it to Insia. "Here is your key to one million pounds."

Insia's eyes widened in surprise, her fingers trembling slightly as she accepted the box. 

As Insia opened the box, her hands careful and trembling, she discovered two letters nestled inside. One was sealed, addressed to "Jeon Y/n, Afzalganj, Hyderabad - XXXXXX." The other was for Insia, a message from her late Grandpa.

"My precious Insia,

I hope this letter finds you in good health and high spirits. As I write these words, I am burdened with regret, knowing that my actions have caused you pain. Sending you to London against your will was a decision made out of love and concern for your future. You are the next heir to the Qureshi legacy, a responsibility that I believe you will carry with grace and dignity.

However, I need to entrust you with a task, a promise I made to a dear friend, Lieutenant Jeon, over two decades ago. In a distant time, in the midst of battles and camaraderie, I vowed to deliver a letter to his wife, Jeon Y/n, residing in Afzalganj, Hyderabad. Fate, it seems, has conspired against my promise, leaving me unable to fulfill my word to a fellow soldier, a brother in arms.

Now, in my final moments, I implore you, my dear granddaughter, to fulfill this vow on my behalf. Enclosed in this box, you will find the sealed letter addressed to Jeon Y/n. I beseech you to travel to Hyderabad and deliver this message to her, for it carries not just the inked words of a soldier but the echoes of a friendship that withstood the test of time and distance.

I trust you, Insia, to carry out this task with the same determination and strength that has always defined you. Remember, fulfilling this promise is not just my last wish; it is a testament to the bonds that connect us all, transcending borders and circumstances.

With all my love,

Major Abdul Qureshi"

Insia's frustration boiled over as she read her grandfather's letter. "What the hell is this? Abba, I got no time for all these stuff... just give me the money and I'll go..."

Riyaz, her father, held a firm gaze. "Sorry, Insia... I promised Abbu jaan not to give you a single penny until you finish this task."

A heavy sigh escaped Insia's lips. Resigned to her fate, she clenched her fists, acknowledging the weight of her grandfather's request. "Fine... I've got no other option. At least book a flight for me."