After shopping at Metro shoes they head towards Scoop to have some refreshments. They had a party to attend later at Taya Furqan's house.
" Order a pineapple slush for me. I will get something from the bakery in the meanwhile." Saying that Irum quickly went outside. Haya took a deep breath and opened her side of the window. The cold wind hit her face but drinking slush in this cold weather had its own perks.
They were in the parking lot and it was quite dark.
" Irum looks quite complicated, don't you think? " Zara turned towards Haya and asked.
" And you were airing her complexities " Haya retorted angrily. " Taya Furqan is only strict wrt her scarf. And just because of this she pities herself and you were encouraging he to do so. "
"I thought maybe she feels miserable ...."
"She is not miserable. And explain her that she should pull herself out of this self pity. " Haya reminded Zara.
The waiter had arrived by the window to take the order.
" Do you remember Zara ! Last year the university had decided to take us on a trip to Turkey but in the end the entire program got cancelled. " Haya said after placing her order.
"I was so disappointed that I never thought I would get to visit Turkey. " Her voice carried a tone of hope.
Haya and Zara were 5th year students of L.L.B (Honors) from Islamic University.
The student exchange program was a part of 7th sem. She had applied for Turkey and Spain but finally she was selected for Sabanci University.
After completion of 7th semester in February she had to visit Turkey for 5 months and select a subject of her choice. And then return and complete the 8th semester.
" It will be so much fun Haya ! If you find a romantic, handsome traveler with you.. your journey will become do beautiful"
" I am not going to find anyone like that. Because only two girls are travelling from Pakistan to Sabanci. And we study in all women's university"
" That Khadija Rana who is going with you, have you spoken to her?" The waiter knocked on the window and Haya got startled. "No, I don't even know who Khadija Rana is. I wonder who she is. "
She handed one to Zara, kept Irum's on dashboard and slowly drank from her glass. She forget to close her window. Just then Zara's phone rang.
" Hello Amma, (mother) ji? What? I can't hear you, Give me a minute...." She held her glass and left the car trying to get a signal. Haya watched Zara as she went far towards a tree while talking on the phone.
" Hello my lady." Someone said suddenly. She became startled and a bit of juice fell on her clothes.
Through the open window she saw that there was someone standing... Face full of makeuo, glittery eyeshades, a wig of red hair tied into a bun, shiny clothes...that person wasn't a woman but it was not even a man. "How are you?" Haya got scared and trued closing the window but his hands were on it. "Don't be scared baji ji! I am your friend. I am called Dolly."
" Move, Move...go away!!" She could smell the cheap perfume the eunuch was wearing and she felt suffocated.
"Listen to me..." he further bent down but Haya splashed the cold slush on his face. He suddenly moved back and she quickly closed her window.
"Listen to me...." he was smiling and cleaning his face while knocking at the window. Because the window was closed she could hardly hear him...and now he was singing a song.
She quickly started her car and went towards the bakery. She turned to see if the eunuch was following her. But he was standing there, looking in her direction . He had even stopped singing. He was looking deeply at Haya and she felt scared.
"Where are these two!!" She got restless. She turned back to see if he was still there... He was standing and still looking at her.