The Autumn Love

Five

"Abdullah, I guess that the girl is serious. She is not like your other fans who share their feelings openly for you. Look, your page receives thousands of the messages and if you remember one female fan who threatened you for attempting suicide. They are habitual and she is not. I am getting sympathetic for her. When I was asking her for taking an autograph, she wasn't listening me. She is different."

Amjad tried his best to convince him but he hysterically laughed. Abdullah was so familiar with such happenings and now he was fully trained to overcome such incidences. He had a great fan following and those "crocodile" tears meant nothing to him.

Soon a great movie and a packet full of popcorn changed his mood and he continued enjoying the great stunts.

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It was a windy night. 

A saddened beauty with her hair in a mess pushed the grey curtains aside and opened the window. A chill stroke sent shivers to her hot body and she sneezed aloud in a row. Recovering, she quickly tried closing the window but the mad wind made it impossible. She left it there and fell in her bed pulling her white quilt onto herself. She was shivering badly and her body was enduring crushing pain. She tried closing her burning eyes and sleep comforted her.

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It had been two hours since jogging on the cold pavement. Abdullah was hyperventilating and sweating. He stopped and wiped his face with towel and sat on the nearby bench. His manager opened the zipped bag and gave him a water bottle. Smiling tiredly, he picked it and began taking sips. His brawny arms were displaying stiffened green veins and his hair was flowing in air. After relaxing himself he got up and went towards the home. 

Back at that beautiful red bricked house a beautiful elderly woman in her sixties greeted him and moved her weak hands on his head as he bowed down. He was her brave son who endured all hardships on his young body. And now when he was all settled, established and content; she wanted to see him far away from any sorrow. He hugged her strongly and kissed her wrinkled cheek. Both of them had seen a very tough time when the fate tested them badly.

When he was having his favourite breakfast with his family one of his servants came and knocked lightly.

"Yes."

"Sir, recently this was delivered by the main courier service of the region. This packet is from the Cricket Board."

And he was all ears at that time. 

He grabbed the packet and delicately opened the green box. To his surprise there was an envelope and another packet.

His hands trembled for reason although being in his mind but unfathomable for other spectators at the dining table as he tore the upper flap of the envelope.

"Greetings, Mr. Ahmed.

We hope that this letter finds you in fine state. The Cricket Board is glad to acknowledge your services in the field. You have shown your potential and this needs to be admired.

You contributed in making cricket better. We are familiar with the urge to play in you and the board has decided to give you the chance to represent yourself and your country in the forthcoming International Cricket World Cup 2016.

We are looking forward to you. Report as soon as possible to the National Cricket Academy.

Best wishes,

The Cricket Board."

He hastily opened another translucent pack and pulled out the green jersey. Tears of joy slipped through his eyes and his body bend into the prostration before his God. He was crying as He had blessed him to play for his country in the upcoming world cup. He was ready to embrace any challenge. He was trained a lot in the different tournaments but this moment was different. He was not new to the fields but the world cup was new for him. 

It was his dream and he was rightly chosen for it.

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Kinza turned the cold tap on and the water started flowing making bubbles in the sink. She performed the ablution and her trembling body was relaxed. Slowly closing the bathroom door she came out. It was still dark outside and the tranquility was making her grateful to Allah.

She offered her prayers peacefully and preferred sitting on the mat. Birds were chirping and light strokes of blue were appearing in the sky. Trees were dancing merrily bowing to the greatness of God. A small curve made her lips stretched palely and she moved her hands in upward position.

A tear slipped from her eye and she covered her face. All dams broke and she was left all crying.

Agitating and silently fearing her prayers she whispered, 

"Why this happened with me? I am disrespected by my own self. 

I was ridiculed yesterday. I am ashamed of what I did. 

Is there any way that could erase the scars I bore in my soul? 

Is there any way that could make me relaxed? Is there any way to forget him? Is there any way to feel free again? 

I am caged like a bird that previously enjoyed flying in the open skies, found those blue blankets dull and flew to the space. 

I am like that star that ended up in a black hole. 

 I am like a spared toy that was previously the bundle of joy and now weeps for concern sitting in the glass shelves. 

Ya Rab, you can do wonders. 

Close the valve in my heart that bleeds him. 

I am weak. I am fragile and I cannot endure the poignancy of love. 

This thorn is hurting me. Pull it away. I am tired. I am not like those who sacrifice their everything in the ways of love. Help me. Help me."

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AssalamoAlaikum.

Yes! You were reading the fifth chapter and sixth update. I tried a long chapter this time.

Your response is overwhelming and I wish that I had a chance of sending you a gift, a virtual one would do.. :-p

Should I change the cover? Tell me!

Thank you so much for your comments, votes and AGAIN silent reads.

Wish you all luck! 

Byeeeee. 

Allah Hafiz.

*That line-my favourite. At that day Karachi was short of water, as far as I remember. Check the source of inspiration, fellows!*