Compromise

Chapter no 28

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Lahore,

Pakistan,

Kiran POV.

I wake up at 4 o'clock in the morning. Our college has arranged a trip to Northern areas for three days and And we had to leave today sharp at 6 am. Our whole college staff had to reach, sharp at 5 o'clock at college and check all the managements, taking attendance and briefing some rules and guidance to our students.

Abbiya was too with us last year and we enjoyed ourselves a lot. What good days! there were, no sorrow, no tensions, no pain, nothing. Life is unpredictable also time does not always remain the same. I miss Abbiya and the old Kiran too.

I had already packed my bag. After praying the Fajar prayer I took a relaxing shower and changed myself into a beautiful red printed kurti and blue jeans and wrapped my red scarf around my neck. I blow dry my wet hairs and then tied my hair in 'half up and half down' style. Also, I applied light pink lipstick and kajal. I noticed my dark circles and smile.

"Sab samjhtein hn k mere ziyada jagney or kam karne ka nateeja ha. Aik agg lagi hui ha mere andar ab uski jalan to bahir ayegi na" I said.

"Sahi ha bhae hum bhi apna dard chupana khoob jante hn" I applied concealer on my dark circles. And smile widely.

I heard a knock on the door.

"Yes," I said and Papa came inside my room.

"Kiran beta kitna time ha its already 4:30," He said. He had to drop me off at college.

"Bas papa mein ready hn bikul" I said and smile, he mirrored it too.

He picks my bag and we both left.

São Paulo,
Brazil.

Aqib POV.

We all were on the dining table for dinner.

"To tumne apni new story pe kaam karna shuru kardiya ha beta?" Mom asked her.

"Jee kardiya ha start" She replied.

"Kahani ka hint bhi nahi milega?" Dad asked her.

"Nahi bikul bhi nahi" She replied with a smile and we all laughed.

"Apko pata ha Abbu bhi yehi karte thay unhe bhi bohat interest hota tha k aggey kiya hoga" Abbiya replied. I was enjoying their conversation.

"Writers log bohat tarpate hain" Dad said and we all laughed.

"Or isme unhe maza Bhi ata ha" I said and passed her a lethal smile.

"Aisa nahi ha bas writers ap logo ko ye sikhatey hn k Sabar ka phal meetha hota ha" she replied.

"Or jo itna lamba intizar karwa k end pe kisi ko maar dete hn wo zulm nahi?" I said.

"Wo ye sabaq diya jata ha k har baar wo nahi hota jo aap soch rahe ho or Khushi k ilawa bhi aik or ehsas hota ha Dard, jis se shayad kabhi kabhi ashna hona bohat zaroori ha. Har kahani perfect nahi ho Sakti. Kuch ehsasaat or jazbaat tabb hi maza dete hn jab wo apke andar aik khalish chor jayein." She replied.