The Incomplete

REALISATION

The traffic jam exhausted Shafqat, even the radio sounded monotonous. The jam showed no sign of escape. He sighed. This was routine in the city. He turned off the radio. Usually, at time like this, he scrolls through his contact list on cell, selects an acquaintance randomly and talks until the roads get clear. Today, only one name came to his mind. Her number was visible on the screen but his fingers shivered nervously. The fact that he has been hiding something important from her is literally making him insane. Moreover, the feelings he has for her makes him more anxious, hesitant. During college days, as much as he was crazy for her, he was also coward enough not to tell her. Ishana always seemed reserved, introvert in a high level. Yet the innocence in her face sometimes exposed a glimpse of her gregariousness. Her brilliant sunshine smile was often hidden behind her cold looks and the overpowering fragrance of her was almost tempting.... He pushed away the thoughts. Hope is something he seems not to control. When it is Ishana, he is even scared to hope.

He made a fist and hit the stear. Her thoughts just keep coming back.

"Shafqat, we need to talk!" his mom called just as he entered home.

"Sure mom..But I'm just home. Can I alteast freshen up?" he answered tiredly, guessing what his mom wants to talk about- marriage!

He knew his mom grew suspicious. He himself could track the change in his own behavior. He was in a fix whether to tell her everything yet. He took a shower, hoping it would calm his mind. He realized he needed to sleep.

"Weren't you listening? We need to talk!" his mom entered the room as he lay on his bed.

"We'll talk...not just now." He pretended to sleep.

"When will you get married?" She asked, as if she didn't hear what her son said.

"I'll. Let me get some rest." He hid his face with pillows, like a child.

"Fine." She was annoyed.

She was about to leave the room when he threw her a question out of nowhere, "Mom... what if I marry a divorced girl?"

As expected, her forehead creased, "Who is she? And why is she divorced?"

Shafqat sighed. Rimi was right. Everyone questions a divorced girl's past.