Gurya (Doll) / Ehsas e Talluq (Realisation of Relationship)

EP 82

Ahil entered the room at eight o'clock at night. It was quiet. He was not used to it anymore. Hoor had been quiet since morning and Ahil did not like it. Now he was getting used to her chattering. But his problem was not the silence. His problem was the reason for the silence. She was silent but why? He wanted to know the reason. Ahil went ahead and lifted the pillow, trying to find something under it. He didn't find it. Then he went ahead and opened the first drawer. He didn't find the desired item in it either. The second third drawer was also missing the missing item. Hoor silently watched him search for something. When Ahil looked at the two portions of the wardrobe and still kept looking around for something, Hoor could not let it go. She was confused. What was it that he was looking for?

" Kya dhoond rahay hain? '' Ahil turned and looked at Hoor. He closed his eyes. Then scratched his head. Should he say it? He should say it. What would happen? At most, she would fight a little more or get angry, but this fast of silence would be broken.

(What are you looking for?)

" Woh. . tumhari zabaan dhoond rha tha. '' Hoor looked at Ahil with bloodthirsty eyes, and Ahil felt relieved by making her so angry for no reason. He had read this joke on the internet, but he said it when he felt it was right for the situation.

(I...was looking for your tongue)

" Shukar hai mil gayi, warna mujhe laga kahin tum apni quwwat e goyai se to nahi mehroom hogayi? Uske bagher Guzaraa thora mushkil hojata. .. aur tumahray paas aik 6 gaz ki zabaan hi to hai. tumhara wahid hathyaar. yeh bhi nahi rehti to larai ka maza na aata. '' Hoor threw the pillow which Ahil caught in time. He was expecting such an attack.

(Thankfully, I found it, otherwise I thought you had lost your power of speech. Now living without a tongue would be a little difficult. And you only have your 6-yard tongue as your only weapon. The fight would not have been fun if you lost it.)

"You—you..." Hoor stopped. She was angry. She did not understand what to say. "Enough. I am not going to tolerate your nonsense anymore."

"Oh, what are you going to do? Wait, I'll think about it." Ahil acted as if he was thinking something important.

"Khudkushi krne wali ho?" Ahil's expression was as if he was pleasantly surprised at the thought.

(You're going to commit suicide?)

"lekin. . ghar main zeher ki bas aik hi sheeshi hai. woh kya bigaar le gi tumhara. kam az kam do chaar litre to ho, warna tumhari daarh bhi geeli nahi hogi. balkay aik minute, zeher to tumahray andar bhi bohat bhara hua hai, main yeh baat kaisay bhool gaya? haan, sheeshi chalay gi. lekin tumhara to roza hai. oho. . agar aftaari tak tumhara iradah badal gaya to ? Kuch aur sochte hain. .. .."Ahil shook his head with fake regret.

(But. There is only one bottle of poison in the house. What will it harm you? At least two or four liters is required. But wait a minute, the poison is also so much inside you. Yes, how did I forget this? Yes, the bottle will go. But you are fasting. Oh. What If you change your mind by iftar?)

" tum aisa karo, yeh pankhe se latak jao. magar nahi, yeh jo 5 foot 9 ya 5 foot 10 ka qad hai, is ke sath pankhe se ltkne ka faida nahi. phir tum itni naazuk bhi nahi. yaar tum aisa karo, kuch aur socho. khud kushi na karo, abhi meri Umar ki kya hai waisay bhi. main randwa hona pasand nahi karoon ga ." Ahil expressed great regret. Today was the first time he was speaking and Hoor was listening. However, her face was red, clenched fists, with forwns on her forehead. Lips tightly pursed together. The eyes were ready to shoot flames, as if to swallow Ahil with their eyes.

(We should think of something else. You can hang yourself with this fan. But no, there's no use hanging from the fan with this five-foot-nine or five-foot-ten. Then you're not that delicate. You know what, Think something else. Don't kill yourself. I wouldn't like to be a widow at this age anyway.)