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"Sorry that you feel like I'm going to add another mouth to feed and for you to cook Baji, that wasn't my intention. If you feel uncomfortable I will wait with the security guard from now on. It is wise for me to wait and take my mother with me to our house. As it is not safe for me to be alone at this hour as my father is working in the fields." Omaiza explained with head held high and walked away from there.
Najaf Sethi was impressed and the girl was called straight away to her guest room. There the two acquainted as intially Najaf found a companion and Omaiza found a guide and a teacher. From their onwards the route of Omaiza's life changed from a farmer or house helper's daughter to that of Najaf Sethi's special person.
Her course of life was directed better than that of anyone known otherwise because she had the fortune of being groomed by Lady Najaf Sethi of Sethi empire. For that Palwasha could never achieve her class even if she surrounded herself with opulence and high end things.
When Kadir Sethi found that other kids around Yaman's age were better than him in everything. He understood his mother's complaints and sent the boy abroad for studies. His right hand man left his job by Kadir Sethi's side and shifted with Yaman Sethi abroad to continue his studies.
Much to Palwasha's ignorance every summer Yaman visited Haveli instead of coming home for full three months. That's how he found a mother figure in Najaf begum.
In that summer Najaf begum's special person went to stay at her nani's house in another village where they were in much better conditions as her nano was better off due to her mamu as in maternal uncle working a government job and earning more money.
That's how the two never crossed paths.
Years passed and two fine individuals were raised by Najaf Begum eventually. Yaman not being close left his spot to be occupied by Wahid Sheikh and Naila Sheikh, nephews of Palwasha Khan. He once encountering the duo decided to not come pakistan as often as possible. He preferred the solitude of his house and studio overseas.
The passion for singing started in his teenage and then it soared from there.
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However, one summer that wasn't the case and it all changed from there.
Jaina lay in hospital bed as Omaiza weepedwith her head on her hospital bed shedding tears silently. Jaina's coughing turned out to be a serious disease and the doctors were not positive of a quick recovery.
She snapped her head up as she received a call on her Nokia cellphone with numerous buttons.
"Hello.." She whispered into the phone's speaker.
"Omaize bache how is your mother now?" Najaf begum asked quickly and in a voice full of worry.
"Doctors aren't hopeful Bari Amma. I don't know what to do.." She said sobbing into the phone.
"It's ok bache. I am sending someone with money who will stay with you and sort out everything at the hospital. You do not worry and let me know if you need anything else through a quick call. I need you to listen to me carefully. Your father will take care of your mother, you need to come to haveli after this, no arguments." Omaiza was numb from 'what ifs', but she thanked her profusely and closed the phone with the red button.
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"Yaman bache get up.." Najaf entered her grandson's room with the help of a cane and called him.
"Bari ammi.." He mumbled in his sleep and Najaf begum chuckled sitting on the side and stroking his hair. She said 'MashAllah' under her breath watching her handsome grandson dressed only in his shorts. She scolded him multiple times but he always shrugged it as nonsense.
