chapter 1

Both of them were sitting opposite each other seriously. Both had the same feelings for each other in their eyes. But both of them were sitting silently. Meanwhile, Jaber Khan entered the hall.

The eyes of both of them went towards him spontaneously, but the expressions of both of them were different, there was a place of love in the eyes of one, while in the eyes of the other there was a place of broken crumbs of love. Unexpectedly, both of them felt each other's presence and turned their eyes away from him. Jaber Khan fixed his cold serious gaze on both of them, and began to examine their expressions. One of them was wearing a Pakistani dress, a beautiful sundress sitting in her black sandals, while the other in an oriental dress was sitting with a look of love in her golden eyes.

Jaber Khan cleared his throat and sat down on the one-seater sofa in front of him. One foot rested on the knee of the other foot. And both of them were shocked.

"I didn't think it would be so quiet when you both came out." He said seriously.

"What happens when you think, Jaber Khan, it is not necessary that everything happens according to your thoughts every time". Zaratasha, sitting in Pakistani clothes, spoke.

"Hmmm well said, you also said it right, ma'am, it is not necessary to always do everything according to my opinion". He looked at her and passed her with a teasing smile.

"I'm tired, I need to rest." Sitting in oriental dress, Fulk would say to Lad, Zaratasha was poisoned.

"Sorry, I was so busy meeting people outside that I didn't realize your tiredness." He had dedicated the film with love. And Zaratasha, who was sitting opposite Falak, turned away in disgust.

"No, no problem, Jaber, you have come back to your area after such a long time, so I can understand that you will be busy for the next few days." Falak's tone was mixed with sugar.

"How understanding are you? Thank you for understanding me. Let me leave you in your room." He said lovingly, putting a squinting look on Zaratash's face, which was red with anger, and said.

"My room or our room". She spoke meaningfully.

And this is where Zaratash had finished, his cup of patience was spilled at once.

"What is your name? Yes, Falk. No, Falk is your name. Hmmm, listen, why are you dying so much? Look, if you are afraid of me, then you are completely stupid, because they are going to live with you now. The first thing is yourself. So they will not come to my room and even if they want to come, you will know by looking at their broken legs. However, my four-year-old daughter also lives in this house and I am very serious about her training. So I request you Chchchur Panti that these demonstrations should not take place in front of my daughter". She got up proudly, saying mockingly in a cold tone, and was about to pass by Jabir Khan, walking with dignity, when suddenly her wrist came in his tight grip, Zaratasha turned and saw her. The oppressor was also up to him.

"Begum, if my legs will break, you will be the one to break them." she asked him mischievously.

"Do you have any doubts?" She gritted her teeth and said with a jerk, her wrist was freed from his grip.

"No doubt, but still thought to confirm". He closed one eye and said that his mind was damaged. She was staring at him with bloodthirsty eyes and was walking out of the hall.

"Jaber, how can you talk to him so lovingly in front of me?" Falak said in a bloodthirsty tone and slapped Jabir's forehead.

"Flak, you did this today, but never do it again. Just like you are my wife, Zaratasha is also my wife. Yes, she is a bit angry with me at the moment, but it does not mean that she does not mean anything to me." He looked at her and said seriously.

"If she meant so much, why did she marry me?" Flick's tone was soaked in the bridge.

"Please don't cry, man, I'm not in the mood to shut up right now, I'll do everything for both of you, I just can't bear to cry, it's giving me a headache." He came to her with a little disgust. And holding her hand gently, he started walking up the stairs, surely he was taking her to his room.

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Outside, heavy raindrops would fall on the window of his room and then disappear like a line, leaving a mark on the glass. His reflection across the glass was blurry.

A conical hand rested on the glass. And after a few moments, his hand slipped on the window glass and went down.

He placed his hand again in the same place from where his hand had slipped. She repeated the same process again, and then she continued to make such childish gestures for a long time. Slowly, laughter touched her lips, holding her hand, she realized that her face was numb with laughter. After how many months, a forgotten smile appeared on his face.

He loved life. He was very fond of bathing in the rains. He loved colors very much. But that person had buried all his happiness along with his dead body. That person was his life. When he was gone, what did he care about these worldly colors? His eyes were watering as he thought. His tears were flowing more fluently than the rain. He wiped his tears, the sound of Zahar azaan was heard from far away. She got up to perform ablution for the purpose of prayer, covering her head with a dupatta. Then the eyes were wet. Tears were once again flowing freely.