Play of Fate

Chapter 14

کبھی نظر میں بلا کی شوخی
کبھی سراپا حجاب آنکھیں
کبھی چھپاتی ہیں راز دل کے
کبھی ہیں دل کی کتاب آنکھیں
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Sana had the curling rod in her right hand which had end of my hair wrapped around it to be curled. She was almost about to finish with helping me to get ready for the party tonight.

"Tum itni lucky ho yar. Jahan Bhai kitne romantic hai kaise tum utha k le gaye. Haye mujhe bhe aisa he husband mile. Ufff. (You are so lucky. Jahan Bhai is so romantic. How he just swept you in his arms and took you away. I want the to find a husband like him.)"

She gushed with dreamy look in her eyes at which I couldn't help but smile from mirror remembering something.

I don't think that Sana would believe if I told her that Jahan actually wasn't romantic. He was affectionate with me and somehow it came effortlessly to him like an instinct. In our honeymoon, he didn't do anything special if dinning in an good restaurant doesn't counts.

I still remembered the story about those gajre that he brought for me. On my constant insisting, He told me that he saw vendor selling gajre at some traffic signal in Islamabad. He couldn't help but think about how would they look on my wrists but he didn't buy them knowing that they wouldn't remain fresh to his liking in four hour drive so he just made a note in his mind to buy them from Lahore. When he reached back to Lahore. Almost all shops were closed so he had to drive around the streets and fortunately he found a floral shop open so late and then bought them.

"May Allah give you a husband with more good and better characteristic."

I whispered as the smile suddenly disappeared remembering the name again.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, why?"

I turned on stool pulling my hairs a bit away to look at her to see what exactly promoted her to ask me this question. Did my tone gave away something?

"Tum kl bhe kuch weird the or ye sirf kl se ni hain. (You were a bit weird yesterday and it's not only since yesterday.)"

I licked the seam of my lips suddenly my lips felt dry. The desperation to talk someone and to lighten my heart maybe was the reason that I gave her an honest answer as she asked me further.

"Is everything alright?"

"No."

She took a stool and pulled it toward me before sitting on it. I parted my lips not knowing what to say? How to explain?

"Jahan."

I shook my head not wanting to exactly to tell her everything but still wanting her to understand my doubts.

"It's still irks me that main unhe sahe jante ni aur ye k unho ne pechle teen saal London me kaise guzare. (I don't know him well and that how he spent last three years in London.)"

She had knowing look in her eyes understanding the implication behind my words. She sighed placing her hand on mine.

"Yar honestly. You can talk to him about it or not. If you choose to not to then you can keep dwelling on the past which may put a strain on your present ultimately on your future or you can just let it go. It's in past right so what good to think about what already has happened and isn't happening now."