28. HER LOST TIME

50 27 54
                                    


Eman whispered while putting the last book, " Thank God, there is enough space on the shelves for my books."

Khizer had a coffee mug in his hand. She was looking to greenery seeing from the balcony.

Khizer interrupted, "They are not books ninety per cent is just those cheap love stories."

While taking a sip of coffee he said, "Like I am inspired from your stamina for reading those rubbish stories."

Khizer teased but she was silent and looking outside.

Khizer waited for a few moments, but she didn't respond. He holds her hand for an apology.

She finally spoke, "Fine... they are cheap, but I like them. The lovers will always meet each other; in these stories, no couple separates from each other. It is my imaginary world."

He silently listened to her. Her heart roared from the pain but she didn't hear it's sound.

"When our own lives go in the wrong direction and there is nothing good for you, we want to go to a place where everything is perfect, where things happen the way you want. I know it's just a lie, but it reduces my pain. when I was at home, I would read these stories all day and sometimes all night. while I was reading, there was no one in my mind, otherwise, it was too difficult to divert my mind from thoughts that would hurt. As I opened the book, my world would change. It was just my family...me...and Farhan." Eman stopped.

Khizer could not inhale his breath. How painful it was to hear the name of that person from her. No, the pain was a small word though...too small. This pain perhaps felt while dying.

Yes, if these stories were her perfect world. So there exist Farhan, not khizer Murtaza. She was bounded in legal and religious relation with him but maybe it is not a cordial relation. He thought in extreme sadness and pain.

Eman did not realize that she would not only talk about Farhan but talk in the worst situation too. If she felt it, either she should keep quiet or she'll take a glimpse of his face.

She looked outside. She was still somewhere else. She examined someone's patience.

Eman started, "I feel satisfaction while living in that imaginary world. There was hope, light, wait but unbegotten, pain but not permanent, tears but there was someone for consolation too."

Her tears flowed like a stream. She felt the darkness growing in her stomach and became silent, only taking a small glance at his face. Both were silent on their way back.

"I have to do some important work. You should sleep as it will take longer," After changing his clothes he went out of the room.

"But I'll be waiting," Eman answered

"No, don't bother. This work will take quite some time," He whispered.

He had to do some important work, but after sitting on the study table, he accepted in a few seconds, that he would do nothing as he was absent-minded.

Suddenly, he stood up and went to the guest room where each storybook was well arranged on the shelves.

Before, they were just books, but now, he wanted to throw them all into the Pacific ocean. For him, they were just a waste of material now.

That picture of perfect life which she captured with Farhan hurt him too much now.

For becoming great not only a broad heart and patience were needed but an abnormal brain too.

In our society, none of the husbands could tolerate it much more after Eman's confession. He was a husband as well. He did not want to keep these books in his house any more. If he wanted to destroy it, he will do so. She was his wife. She'll either weep or became sad, but she was not that much authoritative to keep these books without his will. It didn't feel right to him as they were hers.

She was a female, she'll do stubbornness but she had no authority on his decision.

He was a male. For him, there was no need for stubbornness. It was his house, his world; he did not need to live under her conditions.

The easiest solution was that, which was described by society and his mind to throw these books.

But the difficult solution was that which was described by his heart. "Leave it, and let's drink this sip of poison."

Whoever was in her mind in place of that book's character is not important than, the name of Eman which was written on the front page and it was that name which was the part of his soul.

Patience had many types, but neither of these was easy. He thought.

And I must heal the wounds in her heart, not making them worst. He thought while sitting there.

* * * * *
Hey people!

So now there is another turn in their life, can khizer tolerate all these?

Can khizer heard his heart voice?

Will Eman understand his feelings?

What do you think, share your views?

With love
Mery Ruaid

The WAY YOU LIVE | ✔Where stories live. Discover now