Chapter No.12
"Do you know the name of this girl? In short, I want all the details now."
Yousuf Raza said aggressively to someone on the phone.
He took a glass of water to his mouth while holding the phone.
"What happened to you Dad? I will talk to her by myself. Please stop him from doing all this." Ahan agreed.
"you tell me the truth. What is between you and her? What is the relationship after all? Tell me???"
"Dad. You are misunderstanding me. There is nothing like that between us."
He held his head.
"If not, keep quiet. Let me handle this problem by myself. Now I also really feel that the rival party has sent her to spoil our reputation." He spoke with full conviction.
"Dad... Do what comes to you. Please be thoughtful. Maybe she likes me. And..."
He stopped saying. His incomplete words were conveying a strange meaning.
"I mean, it would be a shame for us if her honour was tarnished because of us.
Yousuf Raza laughed loudly after listening to him.
"My son! Because of this girl, the words of the entire dictionary have come to our honour."
"You still think it would be embarrassing for us to question her???
"Dad. Please. I want to solve this problem on my own. Please..." He said in a pleading manner, Yusuf Raza surrendered.
"Do whatever comes to you. But now something happened because of this girl."
He stopped saying. And then spoke.
"You know very well what your father can do." Yusuf Raza said this and left.
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The next morning, the magazine started circulating in the entire town, with pictures of both of them on the cover. As soon as Sarmad Khan saw the magazine, he stopped.
"This is the same girl. Party planner." His mind was not cooperating.
"How can this happen? Both with each other? That night, he was very angry.
But today she is with him. They are also so close. And on the cover of the magazine. How is it possible?? How???" Sarmad Khan felt the fear of his death.
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Copies of the magazine began to sell hand-to-hand. As soon as Rosie reached the grocer's shop, her eyes widened when she saw the copies of the magazine lying on the bookshelf. All the people there smiled at him and started chatting among themselves.
"Ayesha Aunty. Ten is not fair. You are Mom's friend, aren't you? So how can you sell it here?" He said sadly.
"My darling. There's nothing wrong with it. Look, if it was wrong, you wouldn't have embraced it like this. By the way, about a hundred copies have been sold since morning."
Ayesha Aunty was looking at her with mischievous eyes.
"Ayesha aunty! Please..." She is about to cry.
"Mom will be very angry with you."
"You think about yourself first," she laughed.
"I will not buy a single thing from your shop from now on. Bye." She said that and left.
"There is a limit. So much greed. Lust for money. Ayesha aunty. Very sad. Very sad. After all, she belongs to Pakistan. How do these Pakistani people refrain from showing hostility at any opportunity? "
Her heart was hurting inside.
He did not understand what she should do now. What will happen to her mother when she knows all this? After thinking about all this, sweat began to appear on her forehead. Now she was thinking all this that again she started receiving calls from an unknown number that had been disturbing her for the past several days.
He disconnected his call two or three times but in vain. Finally, she hung up the phone and went to a nearby park to calm down.
It was very sunny. She sat under the shade of a tree with her eyes closed.
Yaa Allah! Take a look or may Allah find a way for me to come out of all this. I wish. Opening her eyes, she turned on the phone again. Before that, she used to call her mother, and the same unknown person started calling her number again.
Now that she answered the phone angrily. "What is your problem? Why are you disturbing?"
"Disturb and I..." On the other side was a mocking smile.
"Ma'am! You are disturbed because of your actions. Now accept what has happened. Are you regretting it?"
She was surprised to hear his meaningful words.
"Who are you?"
"What is the rush to know?" He laughed.
"Go to hell."
"Don't make the mistake of disconnecting my call. There was a threat in his tone.
"Why? My phone. I turned it off. Break it or something? Who you are?"
"One, you get angry a lot." He laughed.
"Anyhow. I can pick up all the magazines from anywhere in a minute if I want to."
"Seriously?"
"Yes. But. I have one condition."
"Bet? What kind of?"
"You have to talk to me. I don't need friendship or any kind of such relationship. I want to share in your time."
"And why do you think I will talk to you?"
"Because I know that in this difficult time, you have no choice but to trust me and obey me." There was truth in what he said.
There was a moment of deep silence. After a pause, she spoke.
"Okay, but I won't have much time to give you."
"Oh. Don't worry. I know every moment of you. And I know when I have to call you." Saying this, the unknown man hung up the phone.
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to be continued.
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