"Why did you come?" she asked, wrinkling her nose.
"to see my doll." He sat before her.
"This is my doll." Maha moved her doll back.
"And you're my doll." He looked at her beautiful face, smiling.
"Did you bring something for me?" Maha asked, seeing something in his hand.
"No, I brought it for my doll." he shrugged.
" I am your doll. Now Give it to me." she snatched the plastic bag from her.
Sufyan chuckled, leaned ahead and kissed her on the head. Mah e Roo took out the burger making a cute face. She bit it and smiled looking at him. He smiled too.
"Eat slowly. Otherwise , It will get stuck in your throat," he said with concern.
"Don't disturb me," she said and continued eating. Sufyan sighed.
"Sufyan!" She called her while eating.
"Hmm?" He raised his eyebrows.
"Will you do one thing?" Mah e roo asked thoughtfully.
"What?" he asked in wonder.
"eat my food. I don't like that."
"I'm not hungry." Sufyan protested a little but he had to eat because it was the order of Mah e Roo.
"that is in my room. " She spoke in a commanding tone. If bitter gourd curry had not finished, she would have had the same food for lunch, that's why she ordered Sufyan to eat. Sufyan made a miserable face , brought the food from the room and began to eat the bitter gourd curry.
"It's bitter, isn't it?" She laughed. He could give his life for her smile. What was this bitter gourd curry?
"No, it is so sweet." He put a fake smile on his face.
"Really?" She asked in surprise. Sufyan nodded.
"Then why does it taste bitter to me?" She said innocently. Sufyan laughed. She gazed at Sufyan angrily.
" Don't laugh. Eat quietly."
"Oh, my doll, don't be angry. I'm not laughing." He said, pressing his smile. Her anger subsided. Suddenly she felt pain in her heart. She stopped breathing, trying to endure pain.
"What happened, Maha?" Sufyan asked worriedly, seeing the sign of pain on her face.
"Nothing. You go" she said sternly.
"But you are in pain."
"Not at all. Just leave" She said in anger. Sufyan had to obey her order. He stood in confusion and left. Mah e Roo put her hand on her chest, leaned forward.
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Hasaan came to his office before going to Mirpur. He was the owner and CEO of a car trading company. He did not inherit it but made it by his hard work. There was a time when he was poor. That time was difficult for him but he worked hard. He started earning at the age of thirteen. He had enough investment until he passed his MBA exams. He started car trading with a shipping agency. He used to import cars from foreign car making companies and sell them to local showrooms in Pakistan. This needed a lot of hard work and his business rivals also put the obstacles in his way. He always faced difficult situations wisely . In the last two years, he made his name in the world of business but the early five years of his business were important. He did not have an option to make a mistake , so he used to keep a deep eye on all matters from accounts to employees. But now, for his mama, he was going to Mirpur, leaving his business to his manager for some days. Tahir was an experienced and epic man who had his trust. He could handle the company very well. That's why he was not much worried. He often stayed abroad because of business , during that time, Tahir handled all the matters and arrangements. Hasaan was now giving him necessary instructions before going to Mirpur.
"You will meet Mr. Zaid and will send me a copy of the contract paper before signing. If there is any problem, I will talk to him on video call. And see the trading managers also" He consigned all work to Tahir.
"Okay Sir. I will try my best to handle the situation." Tahir said obediently. Hasaan nodded and came back to the parking area . When he sat in his car , his Mobile phone rang. He saw the screen of mobile phone. It was Muzamil's call. He was his best friend.
"Hello." He answered the call and put the mobile phone to his ear.
"Hi. Where are you at this time?"Muzamil asked.
"I'm going to Mirpur." He said driving the car.
"Oh ... I was coming to meet you in your office. Why are you going to Mirpur?"
"I have an important job to do in Mirpur." He said.
"What is that?" Muzamil was a policeman and the interrogation had become his habit.
"None of your business" He dropped the call.
"How rude!" Muzamil muttered, frowning. He had not seen a serious, and arrogant man like Hasaan anywhere else. He was the only friend of Hasaan. They both met in the university and became friends because of Muzamil's efforts. It was very difficult to become a friend of Hasaan. Muzamil was proud because he was the single friend of Hasaan.
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Sarah was missing Ehtisham holding his picture in her hand sitting on the bed. When he died, they had two children. Thirteen years old Sufyan and eight years old naveera. Everyone asked Sarah to marry someone but she did not agree. She wanted to meet Ehtisham as his wife in heaven. Now her children were the apple of her eyes. They got the monthly stipend from the government but that was not enough to fulfill their needs. That's why their economic condition was not good. They were living hand to mouth . Sufyan was doing a part time job in a restaurant . The elder brother of Ehtisham gave them permission to stay in his home, but never helped them economically because of his wife. His wife considered Sarah her servant and gave her a lot of work to do daily. That's why Sufyan didn't like poverty. Sarah was very weak because of the sorrows and sufferings of life. He wanted to do something for her. Now he became sad, seeing her watching his father's picture. Sarah composed herself as she looked at Sufiyan standing in the door frame. Sufyan took a deep breath and walked towards her. He took the picture from her as he sat before her.