The lost and the find

Chapter 5: The Erroneous Path

'Wh-whaaaat love? So-o do you mean you lll-love her?' He mocked Abaan, a bottle of wine in his hand, his eyes red. He was half asleep, half awake.

'Yea.. so? What. do. you. mean. Mr. Hamza.' Abaan said, pausing at almost every second word.

'Don't be silly Abaan, I've known you for decades now and I know that this LOVE
thing is not your type. At least, it is not my type. I don't believe in love but affection.'

'Affection? Really, Hamza.' Abaan laughed really hard this time.

... 'Okay, whatever. Maybe.' Abaan replied and they both once again started to dance on the song being played in the club.
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'Beta, what are your plans for further studies?' 'I and your father were thinking to ask you to do CA.'His mother continued.

'No, mama. I have already told that I am not into CA or anything. I will probably start my own business now or would get in some university in Pakistan.' He replied while he leaned forward to pick up the bottle of jam from the table.

'But beta, you have such a remarkable academic record that you can go abroad. You can apply to any university you want to get into.'

'No, mama. I don't want to go abroad. I want to start my own business.' Hamza replied, taking the first bite of bread.

'As you wish Hamza. You will never be forced.'

Being the only child of his parents, he was always loved by them. Hamza's father was a well known businessmen and his mother, a fashion designer. Hamza was always the 'pampered' child. Whether it be about academics or about sports, Hamza was always the leading one. His parents loved him more than anything but who knew things would change. Who knows the future?

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13.10.1997.

Hamza woke up in the middle of the night as if he just saw a nightmare and when he concentrated, he could listen to the low pitched music. From where that music was coming, he thought for a while, veering on the bed, he stood up making his way forward, opening and then shutting the door. Although he knew what that noise was, he wanted to confirm. He started walking on the stairs, with each passing stair, the music was getting louder and louder. As soon as he ended up on the lounge, he saw exactly what he expected.

There was a bunch of people, both men and women, mixed together, in his own house, dancing and partying, again. He was only NINE at that time. He saw his mother in between those men and his own father in between those women. He was only NINE at that time. This was a routine, repeated every week or so. It was normal for him, for his parents, for his society. It was a definite pleasure for them.
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'Mom, I can't hear you. There is a lot of traffic. I am on my way to Humayun.' Hamza replied to her mother on a phone call.
'Alright beta, take care.'

As soon as Hamza entered his house, he saw Tayyaba standing over there, in the middle of the lawn, on lush green grass, her hair, long and black and she, beautiful.

'Hey. Where is Humayun?' He asked.

'I don't know.' Tayyaba replied and turned her way around, running towards the house.
Why is she so rude, Hamza thought. This was not the first time Tayyaba had ignored him but the third. Although Hamza didn't have any feelings for her, he didn't love her but he wanted to talk to her, to look at her, to feel her. It was definitely not love for Hamza but affection. He didn't believe in love.
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That evening, however, was a gift for him. He saw Tayyaba standing on the road when he asked her for a lift, she accepted.

'Um, if you don't mind, can we go to coffee?' He asked.

'No, thank you. I have to be home, early.'

Rude.

Hamza saw how elegant Tayyaba was. How her black hair made her attractive. How her fair skin aided to her beauty. She was, indeed, beautiful.

On their way, Hamza tried speaking to Tayyaba for many times but she ignored her.
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Many people relate love with affection. They think being attracted to someone means that you love that person. However, in reality, you can be attached to someone you love but you can't love someone you are only attached with. Love is a beautiful feeling. It is a beautiful feeling. Indeed. Love doesn't only mean that you want to see the person, it means that you can climb mountains to see that person. It means you can bear all the burden because of that person and regardless of the burden, you can bloom. It is a beautiful feeling.
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