A Tale of Hearts

Chapter Sixty Four

Fahad's POV:

"Kya koi mujhe batana chahega ke mujhe itni jaldi Malaysia se kyun wapis bulaya gaya hai!? (Can someone tell me just why I was I called back from Malayisa on such an urgent basis?!)" Uncle Saqib barged into the living room with a cigar in one hand and a revolver in the other. He looked about ready to beat someone up. His eyes met mine and he narrowed them slightly to observe my bandaged state. "Yeh tujhe kya hogaya hai Fahad? (What happened to you?)"

"Haan, haan poucho is shehzaday se ke isko kya hua hai. (Oh yeah, ask this genius about what happened.)" Abbu replied while holding his head in his hands and sitting on a sofa. I had just told him about the details of the Kainaat and Wassal situation and he was still processing it and waiting for the medicine to kick in. He had just taken his second dose of BP medicine for the day. "Apne baap ka dushman hai yeh. Yeh chahta hai ke baap waise hi high blood pressure se marjaye. Koi sharam nahi aati isko. (He is his father's enemy. He wants his father to die from high blood pressure. He has no shame at all.)"

"Oho akhir hua kya hai? (Just what really happened?)" Uncle Saqib handed abbu a cigar which he refused after pointing towards his medicine. Oh right, he can't smoke at least 3 hours after taking his dose. He then placed his revolver on the coffee table after turning on the safety and turning his attention back to me.

"Uncle bari lambi story hai. Short men yeh ke men pahar se chalang laga di. (It's a long story uncle but the summary is that I jumped off a mountain.)" I grinned at him and I felt my head throb as a response. Ugh. Uncle looked at me and then dad and then at me again.

"Zubair, iska sar bachpan men kahin laga tou nahi tha? Khela tou yeh meri goud men tha lekin yeh tou Ibraheem ko bhi kaat gaya hai bewakoofi men. Shayd dono ne apas men aik dosray ka sar phar diya tha jawani men. (Zubair, did he hit his head somewhere in his childhood? Although I have watched him grown but he just surpassed Ibraheem in idiocy. Maybe the two of them crack each other's skull at some point.)" Uncle commented and abbu just nodded in complete agreement. "Waisay mera beeta hai kidher? Kahin Ibraheem ne tou phirse kuch kar nahi diya? Shaadi ke baad bhi usko sakoon nahi? (By the way, where is my son? Did Ibraheem do something again? Can he not live peacefully even after his wedding?"

"Abbu kuch nahi kiya menay is baar. Har dafah men kasoorwaar nahi hota. (I didn't do anything, dad. I am not always the culprit." Ibraheem entered the living room with Misha beside him, his hand resting on her waist. Her eyes were drooping from sleep but she gradually looked at everyone in the room and greeted with a polite Salaam which was retuned with the same level of gentleness. Mujhe tou kabhi itne pyaar se salaam nahi kiya hoga abbu aur uncle ne. (My dad and uncle have never greeted me with such love and care.) Ibraheem's eyes met mine and he frowned. Oh shit here it comes. "Fahaday, tujhe kya hogaya hai? Tu tou Rubab ko Nathia nahi le kar gaya tha? (Fahaday, what happened to you? I thought you went to Nathia with Rubab?)"

Like father, like son.

"Dimagh kharaab hai mera. Menay socha mausam kitna acha hai, pahaar se chalang laga kar nechay darya men jata hun teharne. (Oh, you know I must have lost it. The weather was just so pleasant, I decided to take a dip in the river a hundred feet below the mountain.)" I deadpanned while Misha snorted before regaining her composure.

"Where is Rubab anyway?" Misha pointed out in her drowsy state.

"There was an infection in her gums and she had to go to the dentist with ammi. She will be back soon in two or so hours." I would know, I have been counting the minutes since she left. She had actually gone to get teeth implants and bandages renewed. I didn't have the heart to tell Misha that she had jumped off from the mountain. I think Rubab would narrate that to Zoya and Misha in her way. It was not my story to tell.