Hey Everyone!!! hope you all are doing great..I am pretty new to posting here however I am an avid reader of this forum...with Humsafar currently on air , I just felt like sharing a short story on the beautiful couple Ashar and Khirad..I hope you will like it, pls excuse for mistakes and suggestions/opinion are most welcome 😊
*Part 1
*Part 2 (Scroll down)
*Part 3 (Scroll down)
Part-1
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What on earth made him agree to his Dad's decision!!! He understands the kind of turmoil his father was going through when he urged rather forced Asher to agree to marry a complete stranger to him about whom he knows nothing except she is his Phupho's daughter and her name is Khirat or Khirad whatever!!!...but is'nt she is beautiful , full of innocence and purity... doesnt he keep stealing glances at her..."wait what..what did I just think about her...why my heart has such praises for her".
Talking to himself, struggling to sort his thoughts out about the episode that just happened in his life, Asher headed towards his seat in his flight to US.He had to travel for some urgent meeting that came up after almost a week to his marriage or rather he planned one to escape the atmosphere he was witnessing at his home since Phupho fell fatally ill and his forced marriage.
Right next to him a gentleman made himself comfortable and was on call ,
" Han Khaiiyat se paunch gaya tha , Han begam sahiba sab saman rakh liya tha yad se , aur shayad ap bhool rahi hain apne he ek ek chiz apne hatho se pack ki thi." ,
May be his wife insisted on coming home as soon as possible as she gonna miss him , " Aap hukum kijiye janab flight chor k abhi ghar he laut aau..wise bhi apko chor ke jane ko jee nae chahta".
And Ashar was getting annoyed at him. Not sure if he was annoyed at this stranger's bak bak or at the fact that his wife was so caring and they really shared a good bond and somewhere he was expecting his wife to at least communicate with him let alone caring.Having failed to what he actually wanted he tried sleeping but those thoughts kept crossing his mind.
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"Raza mene ek aisi biwi ki umeed ki thi jis se main apne khayalat apni feelings share kar saku , meri cousin to itni backward hai , main nahi janta main is zabardasti ki shadi ko nibha paunga ya nahi"
"Khirad allah tumhe kabhi maf nahi karega , tumne do pyar karne walo ko juda kiya hai. Ashar aur main ek dusre se behad mohabbat karte hain , lekin sirf apne dad ki vajah se wo apni mohabbat ka gala ghont raha hai. Wo apne dad ki wajah se na nahi keh saka lekin tum to janti ho k wo tumhe nahi chahta aur na he tum uske kabil ho. To tumne kyu inkar nahi kiya."
These thoughts were haunting Khirad since the day she married Asher Hussain. She could not come to the terms that her Ammi has chosen such life where for her husband she is unwanted , for Mamu she is a responsibility for her Mami she doesnt really exist , for Sara she has come between two lovers and in her own eyes , she has lost her self respect.
" Kya main andar aa sakta hu Khirad Beta" , Baseerat came in Khirad and Asher's room where Khirad has completely locked herself from rest of the house and people in this house. "Beta Asher Ko gaye do din huye tumhari bat hui us se" , Khirad replied in negative. " Beta mujhe zara court jana hai ek case ke silsile me , tum please Ashar ko call karke uska hal chal bhi pooch lena aur bata bhi dena ke AHD Constructions ka contract sign ho gaya hai , hume unka naya assignment isi week shuru karna hoga , so jaldi ane ko kehna , ye raha number." Without listening to what she was about to say he left. Khirad wasn't sure what to do , should she call him , she has not spoken to him a word ever except As-salam-alaikum' , but message was important so she has to.
"As-salam-alaikum" Khirad said nervous,
"Wa alaykum as-salam", "Ji kahen kaun , maf kijiye mene pehchana nahi" came the reply.
"Ashar , ji main Khirad bat kar rahi hu" , "Ji wo Mamu apse bat karna chah rahe the , do din se apse bat nahi hui to , wo jaldi me the to mujh se keh gaye" she was finding it so difficult to speak as if gasping for air to continue and here, He could sense the effect of her beautiful voice on him and just wanted to listen to her soothing voice ,coming out of the trance quickly he replied " Ji khirad , shukriya call karne ke liye , Abba se kahe main thoda busy tha free ho ke unhe call karta hu."
"Wo apki khairiyat malumat karna chah rahe the , ap theek se pauhanch gaye aur AHD constructions ka assignment isi week shuru karna hai to apse jaldi ane ko keh rahe the". May he almost missed what Khirad said after "ap theek se pauhanch gaye" , every single word she spoke had a charm of its own , he just wanted to listen to her for rest of the day however was cut short by colleague as he was in middle of meeting so he had to put the phone down.
"Ji main khairiyat se hu , maf kijiyega Khirad mujhe phone rakhna hoga main apse kuch der main rabta karta hu, theek hai" , "Ji"..
That's Ashar , kitni tameez hai bat karne ki , ek level hai , style hai behave karne ka , aur main unse theek se bat bhi nahi kar sakti aur aaj unki biwi ka darja mujhe khairat me de diya gaya hai and her train of thoughts continued in that direction.
But somewhere someone could not concentrate on work anymore , Asher had this strange feeling a sudden urge a rush to call back , finishing up rather quickly he headed to his hotel room and dialed her number immediately.
"Ji khirad , us waqt thoda occupied tha to theek se bat nahi kar saka, ab kahe"
"Ji mene bataya apko abba apke liye pareshan the" " Aur aap" interrupted Ashar out of nowhere and regretting it later " Mera matlab aur aap se keh gaye call ke liye"
"Ji aur wo AHD constructions ka bhi message dena tha apko" "Jaldi ana hoga aapko assignment isi week hai"
"Ji khirad , shukriya" he wanted to continue but unsure what to say next. "Aap kaisi hain" and all he could hear is phone disconnected , all he could do is bang his phone lightly on his head.
"I hung up the phone tonight ,
something happened for the first time
Deep inside it was a rush, what a rush"
He left for dinner with a faint smile he just noticed in mirror.
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