In The Pursuit Of Love

Beautiful Revelation

"When you feel heartbroken and disappointed because things don't seem to make sense, put your hands up and talk to the Almighty. You don't need words if the hurt is too much. Speak silently from your heart. He made it. He will surely mend it." Mufti Ismail Menk

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The breakfast was a quiet affair. Well actually opposite of what Nargis had anticipated. And she was grateful for that. And to think, she was having a lot of things to be thankful for since the time she entered this home, the inhabitants of which were too kind. She feared a lot of investigation and that she would make a mistake or worse end up revealing that it was Zeeshan who had brought her home. But all her fears were thrown aside as soon as she sat on the table, for she was welcomed with open arms from all of the family members.

The breakfast table consisted of only the elder members of the extended family and Mehreen had told her that her cousins were all either married in other cities or out of the country and wouldn't be able to make up for the wedding. Speaking of which, by the conversations of the family, she concluded that it was Mehreen who was getting married and not Zeeshan, and that somehow, for no other reason, brought her heart to peace. Not that she was complaining.

Mehreen was going through her makeup supplies which were delivered an hour back and was actually trying them and making faces at each one of them. Nargis chuckled when she tried on a red lipstick and then made a puking face. Wiping it away the next instant, she blabbered on about how girls put on such horrible things on their faces. Nargis was having the time of the day, and was intently watching her with amusement written all over her face. She then tried on some mascara and smudged onto her eyelid making her growl in frustration.

Nargis burst out laughing at her annoyance and her inability to use the products which were all spread on the bed next to her.

"Enlighten me as to why you have bought all of these when you don't even like them"

"That obstinate cousin of mine sent me these even after much reluctance from my side. She said and I quote 'Husbands like their wives getting dolled up'", she rolled her eyes and again made a puking face, "Tell me Nargis why these husbands like their wives getting 'dolled up', for all I care they can buy themselves those Barbie dolls and spend their lives with them." Nargis laughed at her comparison looking at her innocent face.

The next second Mehreen's eyes lit up and she turned towards her, her expressions showing as if she had aced her exams.

"Nargis, you can have all of them. I know that I won't be using them anyways" she exclaimed and started gathering them in her hands making her eyes go wide.

"What? No!!" Mehreen stopped in her tracks and looked at her, "Mehreen, have you seen me using any cosmetic. I share the same horrors that you have regarding these products" she stated calmly and that was enough for Mehreen to throw all of them back on the bed and engulf her in her arms, taking her by surprise.

"We both have so much in common" she squealed and Nargis smiled. Mehreen was a ball of happiness and positivity. She was kind and loved to love people, even if that meant loving strangers like Nargis.

"So you are a journalist" she heard Mehreen say while helping her collect the makeup supplies.

She remembered the events at the breakfast table when one of her uncles had asked Nargis about her job, and she had casually replied being a journalist. She didn't feel the need to hide this fact and knew that it will mean no harm.

She nodded at the question and felt Mehreen stop to look at her. But she didn't look at her and continued her work.

"Is-Is that the reason why you are in danger?" Mehreen asked softly and Nargis took a deep audible breath and sat back down on the bed.

"Mehreen I would love to answer each and every question of yours and Zeeshan's. But I cant. I-I don't want to involve anyone in this mess." She lowered her head and didn't turn to look at her. A few seconds later, she saw Mehreen crouch down on the floor in front of her and peep at her.

"Its okay Nargis, you don't have to tell us anything. I am sorry for asking again. But just remember we are there to help in any way we can, be it as small as drying your clothes" she said with a mischievous smile on her face making Nargis frown.

A sudden realization and her eyes widened making her stand.

"I have to dry my clothes which I had washed"

"Yes, I'll hang them" Mehreen stood up and brought her clothes from inside the washroom, but Nargis stopped her.

"No Mehreen. Please don't make me any more uncomfortable than I already am. I am to stay in your house, eat the food, I cant even let you dry my clothes" she said trying to take the clothes back, but she showed no signs of leaving them.

"Please"

"Fine. I'll show you where"

"Thanks" she said and followed her out of the room. She told her that they use the terrace for the purpose and led her the way. As soon as they reached the stairs, someone called Mehreen making them stop.

"Oh Its ammi. Just walk up the stairs and you will reach the terrace" she gestured with her hands and left. Nargis slowly climbed up the stairs and saw a closed door. Reaching close, she unbolted the latch and opened it only to close her eyes due to the blinding sunlight.

Adjusting her eyes to the sunlight, she stepped out in the open and saw a rope tied at both the ends of the wall. She proceeded to hang her clothes and when she was done with the last one, she heard someone clear their throat. She spun around and relaxed immediately upon seeing Zeeshan standing at the door, with his hands in the pockets of his jeans.

"Forgive me for intruding, but I saw you walking up here and I followed" he shrugged, coming closer to her.

"Are you okay?" he asked looking intently at her, as if looking for any discomfort or anything which might prove that she wasn't. She looked back at him, clasping her hands together, she replied,

"I am not"

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