J“iya puttar , hum ja rhe, Ready ho jao aur Arsal aur tum parlour se seedha hall hi aa jana,Taiyaar shaiyyar hoke”Sahana aunty says from outside the door.
“Ji Tai jaan” I reply forcing the happiness in my tone that my heart wasn’t feeling.
I have started hated calling people with names and relations that doesn’t belong to me.Everything here belongs to someone else,except one- Arsal.
But when everything is interconnected , how can even he be mine?
“Kya soch rhi hu?”
Arsal is standing near the door , visible yet not present in my room.
“Tumhe batana zaroori thodhi hai, kaam karo apna” I say
“wahi karne aaya hu, chale mauhatarma ,aapko parlour le jaana ka hukum hai high court se” He says and walks in.
I stand up.
“Soch lo Arsal, tumhari behen aane wali hai, toh hum ye sab kyu kar rhe hai, tum use samjhana aur m apne desh chali jaungi aur who apne.” I say pleading with him.
“Jiya , tum hogi itni achi, lekin m nahi, ab m tumhe nahi jane de sakta, hargiz nahi” he refuses, acting like a child who has been asked to give his favourite toy up.
“Toh mera kya hoga , Arsal?” I ask holding his collar forcefully” Jab sabko sach pata chalega toh mere saath kya hoga ye socha hai, tumne?”
“Tum meri biwi ho , aur uss haq se iss mulk se bhi tumhara wasta hai, tumhe kuch nhi hoga”
“Ye baateing filmon me hi achi lagti hai, asal zindagi me nahi” I leave his collar and walk out.
After getting ready from parlour,Arsal drives towards the hall booked.
When we reach there, I feel more guilty seeing how everyone is enjoying,They radiated so much happiness.Even bi jaan is smiling.
Arsal keeps a hand on my back and guides me towards the sofa on stage. Everybody stands, some are clicking photos , others are clapping.
“Hayee m mar jawaa putt, kinne sone lag rhe ho, nazar na lag jaave” shannoo aunty says.
She kisses my forehead and hugs me.
“ shanno, abhi m baaki hu, yahan badi me hu, aur sabse pehla haq bhi mera hai “ Bi jaan says and kisses aur cheeks “ Aik dusre ke hamesha saathi rehna ,chahe waqt acha ho y abura”
“Ji bi jaan” Arsal says and holds my hand tightly asif someone will take me away.
“Lo ji, paida karo in niqammo ko ,aur bi jaan ne toh haq me bhi baazi maar li” shanno aunty mutters
Everyone laughs hearing this.
“Kahin mera heart fail hi na ho jaye itni Khushi se , neema mujhe medicines doo” Nazakat uncle screams.
“Aaj toh bina goliyon ke jee lo” neema aunty says with a smile.
Arsal take me to sofa.
“Inka chalta rehega, chalo baithte hai”
We sit.
Many guests are dancing, some are eating and others are talking.
It all seems surreal,as if it is happening to someone else.
In midst of Everyone enjoying, I see her entering the hall.She isn’t alone, Rehan is with her.
I Squeeze Arsal’s hand .He doesn’t notice.
“Mote Aaj tu kha, tujhe kuch nahi bolunga m, bahut khush hu m”
Slowly everyone has started noticing her. Their faces reflect what must be written on mine.Shock, pure and unadulterated.
Every family member is looking as if what happened and what to do.
Nazakat uncle looks like he will faint.
Everybody is looking at her or me but she focuses only on Arsal.It makes my blood run cold.
“Khush toh honge hi bhai jaan, aap ki Khushi me chaar chand lagane m joh aayi hu” she says and then laughs.
Arjiya has come back, is it time for me to go??
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I forgot halfway what was jiya’s fiance’s name,then read every chapter again, still didn’t find the name, maybe I didn’t name him, right? Or not.
So just created a new one(Maybe its same , Godt I’m so done, anyway he isn’t that imp,…..yet 😉
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Suno chanda-Kashmakash
FanfictionI am writing this with a little spin of tale. This is a story of an young intelligent business woman Jiya khan who is to be engaged to her family friend Rehaan ali. She goes to Karachi from Chandigarh for a business contract signing. But she gets s...
