Chapter 9 — LOVE, GUILT AND HURT
BLURB
“There isn't a single person left in Sundas Nagar whose ID card I haven't used to get a SIM for you. Sooner or later, one of them is going to tell Gulbahar Begum. And believe me, that will be the last day of this poor soul's life.”
“Ghazal, my sister, Roshni would never let you die. Trust me.”
“Of course I should trust you,” Ghazal replied sarcastically.
“Because if I die, who else will do all these dangerous and ridiculous things for you?”
She sighed and shook her head.
“Honestly, you're wasting your time. There isn't a SIM, a number, or a social-media account that man hasn't already blocked you on. This SIM is destined for the same fate—getting blocked, just like all the others.”
Roshni's smile didn't fade.
“Let him block it.”
Ghazal stared at her in disbelief.
“Why are you so determined to humiliate yourself?”
“Because even if I can't have him...” Roshni gently took the SIM from Ghazal's hand. “...hearing his voice once is enough for me. If I can't have him, then at least let me have his voice.”
Ghazal fell silent.
She could only stare at the crazy girl in front of her—the girl whose love was so fierce, so unwavering, that it almost hurt to witness.
In a place filled with betrayal, Ghazal had just witnessed the embodiment of loyalty.
Tears welled up in her eyes.
But Roshni remained completely unaware of her friend's emotions. With a dreamy smile, she swayed from side to side and began singing,
“Dil cheez kya hai, aap meri jaan lijiye,
Bas aik baar mera kaha maan lijiye,
Bas aik baar... mera kaha maan lijiye.”
(What is the heart, my love? Take my very life...
Just accept what I ask of you,
Just once... accept what I ask of you.
Read it in "Wounded Dairy Of Scars."