𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐑-𝐄-𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋 (پیر کامل)

🌺CHAPTER-33

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The traffic on the road was negligible. The night was passing very quickly. The deep fog was once again enveloping everything.

The light from the street lights burning on the road was trying to dispel the darkness of the balcony where Salar was sitting on a stool near the tample, tearing through the fog. There was a mug of coffee lying in front of him on the tample, the hot steam rising from it was busy making strange shapes in the background of the fog and he....... He was looking down at the deserted road with both hands on his chest, which looked very strange in the fog.

It was ten o'clock at night and he had reached home a few minutes ago. He did not stay there after marriage at Saeeda Amma's house. He was having a strange horror there. He drove the car aimlessly on the streets from dusk till night. His mobile was off. He did not want to have any contact with the outside world at that time. If the mobile was on, Furqan would have contacted him. Tried to give many explanations or contact Dr. Sabbat Ali, would like to thank him.

He did not want both of these things. He wanted complete silence at that time. Looking at the rising steam, he once again thought about the events of a few hours ago. Everything seemed like a dream. He wish it was a dream. Sitting there, he remembered the prayer that had been offered in the Haram Pak many months ago.

"So has it been decided to cut her out of my life?" He thought painfully.

"Then this torture should also end. I also asked for release from this torture. I wanted to escape from her memories." He held the cup of hot coffee placed on the tample in his cold hands.

"So Imama Hashim, you finally left my life forever." He swallowed the bitterness of the coffee.

"And now do I regret that I wish I had never seen Saeeda Amma on this road or I would not have given her a lift. I would have found her house and I would have dropped her there. I would not have brought her to my home, nor would this relations have increased, nor would she have invited me to this wedding, or I wish I was not in Karachi today. It doesn't happen here or I turn off my mobile and sleep. I would put the receiver of the phone. I wish I didn't receive Furqan's call or I wish I didn't know Dr. Sabbat Ali so that I wouldn't be forced to do what he said or maybe I should accept that Imama is not for me." He put the coffee mug back on the tample. He ran both hands over his face, then pulled out his wallet as if an idea struck him. From one of the wallet's pockets he took out a folded paper and unfolded it.

Dear Uncle Sikander!

I am very sorry to hear about your son's death. I have caused you guys a lot of trouble for a few years, I apologize for that. I had to pay some money to Salar. I am sending it to you.

Khuda Hafiz

Imama Hashim

He could not remember how many times he had read the paper in nine months. Touching this paper, he could feel the touch of Imama in his heart. His name written by her hand....... These few sentences written on paper had no relevance for him. He also knew that Imama was not sorry even on the news of his death. That news came as a message of release for her after two and a half years. How could she be sorry but still those few sentences became very important for him.

He ran his fingers over the sentences written on the paper. He touched the name of Imama Hashim written at the end....... Then folded the paper again in the same way and kept it in the vault.

The mug of coffee at the tample had gone cold. Salar poured the rest of the mug of cold coffee into himself in one gulp.

Dr. Sabat Ali was returning to Pakistan from London for a week and he was waiting for him. What he had not been able to tell him about Imama Hashim for so many years, he wanted to tell him now. What he had not been able to tell him about his past, he now wanted to tell him. He no longer cared what he thought of him.
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