Sang e Marmar

17. Mulaqat(2)

Tumhay Dil lagi Bhool Jani parhay gi
Kabhi mhbt ki Raah may aakr toh daikho

Tarapnay pe meray na Tum phir haso gay
Kabhi Dil Kisi say laga kr toh daikho

Hum nay apni behen ko phool ki tarha rakha hai, hum Tum say bhe yahi umeed rakhtay hain k mulaqat or Jo bhe Faisla app dono ko manzoor hoga..us k baad bhe izzat or ihteram ka jazba zinda rahay ga...  Farzand too nodded understanding the sentiments

Kl bhe kaha tha ajj phir Keh raha hun... Aurat ki Meri Nazar may muqaam bht buland hai, izzat ka jazba hai Jo may is gaon may majood hr aam aurat k liya rakhta hun, meray liya hr rishta ka pehla taqaza he izzat hai... Befikr...rahain Farzand Sahab app ko shikayat ka moka nhi milay ga...
Farzand nodded as he left along with Bashar leaving the man alone.

The wind blew fluttering the curtains as the wind chimes began to dance in rhyming patterns, amongst the melodic display a sound uncanny, can be heard from the other side of the room..

As the wooden heavy door opened.. Behraam lifted his gaze but was blocked by the white curtains, and the wooden jali that has been kept as separation...the amber returned disappointed the gaze lowered on its own as he awaited.

The sound of the anklet echoed yet again...with each step Behraam Alamgir felt his own existence slipping away.. his heart sounded like drums beating in his chest...as he unnoticeably placed hand on his chest...

The wind blew again as playing with the tendril that swept past his neatly jelled hair... The bangles clinked, disrupting the silence of the mardan Khana as he heard her begin to settle down....

Khuda k liya chor do abb yeh parda
K hain ajj hum Tum nhi ghair koi
Shab e wisl bhe hai hijab is qadr kyun
Zara rukh say anchal hata kr toh daikho.

The air was alive with the whispers of the wind, carrying the sweet scent of blooming jasmine from the back garden and the soft chirping of crickets.

Amber lifted again as he looked at the hue concealed by the delicate fabric, embroidered with intricate patterns, seemed to shimmer in the fading light, as if beckoning him to unveil the secrets hidden beyond.

The man's heart beat with anticipation, his senses heightened as the wind began to stir, rustling the curtain's edges. The gentle breeze carried the whispers of the household, snippets of conversation and laughter, but his attention remained riveted upon the veiled space.

Suddenly, the curtain swayed, its folds parting like the petals of a flower, revealing a fleeting glimpse of the occupant. A girl, radiant as the moon on a Chandni Raat night, sat serenely, her dark tresses cascading down her back like a waterfall of night. Was peeking through her black netted dupatta, Her eyes sparkled casted downwards as the crimson hues scattered around her rosy cheeks, her pale complexion strike contrast to her hair, the sight nothing short of breath taken.... At that moment Behraam Alamgir knew that she has been shielded from the world so well that no harm would be able to came her way.... Something possessive flared in him, the desire so strong to protect the shield to admire this little being before him...that it nearly caused him the slip of tongue.

The curtain, once a barrier, now seemed a fragile veil, separating two worlds destined to collide.

In that instant, time stood still. The whispers of the wind, the creaking of the old wooden jali, and the sound of rustling curtains all faded in the corner...