DASTAN-E-ISHQ Tajdar Alamzeb

SHE MEETS HER

FRIENDSHIP IS THE BIGGEST BLESSING ONE EVER GETS, ESPECIALLY DURING NEEDS

month: 2nd

day: 11

time: 12:46 pm 

Alam sat alongside the window panel stitching  and  altering the handkerchief which she had previously received from the young girl 

admiring it, recalling all those moments when this piece of cloth was involved in their moments

*knock knock*

"ji..kon hai?"

"alam..kya aap andar kamre me hai?

"ji kahiye"

"aapse milne koyi aya hai..kya voh andar aa sakti hai??"

"zaroor.. bhej dijiye unhe"

a slight click opening of the door handle and Alam lifted her eyes to see who it was..

"SAIMA!!"

she ran towards her and gave her a tight yet gentle hug which comforted the situation between them. slowly and gradually..her friend Saima hugged her back,, making sure that Alam was fine after she had lost Tajdar...

Tajdar pov:

Zindagi ne ek aur mauka toh de diya..par humari zindagi toh humare se juda hai..na jane kaisi hongi Alam Lahore me..

he said while wearing his pathani suit..looking at himself in the mirror..but his vision could only see her face.

"Tajdar bhaijaan, Tajdar bhaijaan.."

Meharunaaz came in his room running towards him carrying along a piece of faded cloth..almost breaking into taj's thoughts..and he just pretended to be cheerful as always, despite the fact that he was miserably broken for her

"ji..kahiye humari chhoti mauhtarma..''

he bent down equal to her tiny height leaning her on his lap whispering in her ears with her husky voice..

"(laughs cuz it tickles) hum aapko kuchh dene aye hai dadijaan ki taraf se"

"hmm..zara dikhaiye toh sahi..kya laayi hai humari meharunaaz tajdar ke liye..(raises his eyebrows)

"(shows the cloth) ye lijiye..dadijaan ne kaha hai ki bri-briti-"

"(chuckles) british.."

"bri-bi-ughh humse nhi hoga..voh log aapko dhundh rhe honge isliye aap iska istemal kijiye.."

"achha toh..itni parwaah hai aapko humari..? hmm?"

"(thinks playfully) nhi aisa toh nhi hai.."

after saying that taj was left dumbfounded and acted as if he was hurt while she just ran away from him towards the courtyard to play..

"(laughs) Aap bhi toh hume humari Alam ki yaad dilati hai..lekin hum apni Alam ko dhundhkar hi rahenge.."

He spoke to himself while tying the scarf around his face only covering his face till nose..his deep dark eyes and orbs were clearly visible through his glowing sharp covered face

over to Alamzeb's view;

"kaisi ho Alam?"

"hum toh thik hai par tum..tum kaisi ho?"

"dekho na..(week smile) hum dono ki taqdeer kitni milti hai..tumne tajdar sahab ko kho diya aur humne iqbaal ko.."

"haar mat mano saima..hume lagta hai ki kuchh galat nhi hoga,ek baar jakar dekho toh iqbaal ko..shayad tumhe mil jayein"

"unhone hi toh bheja hai hume yahan.."

hearing her words. Alam was shocked to earth. The fact that Iqbal could reject Saima just because of a misunderstanding was completely unexpected

"khair,,yeh sab chhod do Alam. hum toh yahan tumse milne aayein hai..tumhara khayaal rakhne.."

"shukriya saima..par tumhe fikr karne ki zaroorat nhi..hum reh lenge unki yaadon ke sahare."

"apni aulaad ka toh khayaal karo Alam, kab tak usse sambhal paogi? kya usse zaroorat nhi padegi tumhari? aur jab tum khud is gham me ho, toh kaise zindagi de paogi usse?

Alam had no answer to her questions. all she could respond with was silence and grief..

"ab bhi shayari karti ho?"

and all she could think was:

"aap shayari bhi kar leti hain?"

"ji.."

"ek sher padhkar sunaiye"

"(smiles) phir kabhi"

"thik hai.."

"arz kiya hai.."

"(smirks) irshaad"

"ek baar dekh lijiye.

diwana bana dijiye

(admiring Alam with completely love filled eyes)

jalne ko hai taiyaar hum

parwana bana dijiye"

TO BE CONTINUED...