30 crore ruppay? It was nothing to be ignored. And no one in the majestic old Alam havelli would have dared to ignore it except Mehrunisa. After blowing her nose with not much delicacy, she sat back in her chair. It was few days back when she had said out loud to her friend Irsa, that she very much preferred to have common cold and then die, instead of big ass diseases that resulted in drips and injections. And yada, she had spent the last few nights twisting and turning with a clogged left nostril. She wished she had never made that outrageous claim in the first place.
If someone asked Mehr-un-Nisa didn't how many zeros a crore had, she wouldn't be able to tell and she didn't even care. Not to sound too "unrealistic" and "out of the world", it wasn't that Mehr didn't care about the money. Everyone wants money. Let's be real. When 'Teefa' from 'Teefa in Trouble' said,"Chezon say sukh ata hai bay-bay aur cheezain ati hain paisoon say"(Things bring you peace and to you buy things using money),Mehr agreed. She didn't live in the fool's paradise claiming that money can't buy happiness. She knew it could and that was why did she spend her fair share of money on 'buying happiness'. But her idea of happiness was difference. She'd rather spent the money celebrating birthday at the orphanage, than buying the branded clothes and bags.
She was satisfied with what she had. Her jewelry business wasn't flourishing, but it was good money, and she was passionate about it. She had an Iphone, not latest but it worked just fine to take aesthetic pictures of the jewelry she made. Jewelry that was enough to get her Cheezious and JJ(JohnnyAndJugnu) whenever she wanted, after paying all the god damn electricity bills and the fuel! Uff the fuel, was expensive! Fuck you Prime Minister for the price increase and the taxes. Mehr used to hate Imran Khan for the taxes. She used to joke that if Khan Sahab had his way, she and the rest of the people of Pakistan were going to end up paying tax on the oxygen they breathe. But now that he was gone, Mehr realized that he was not so bad! That's how humans are. They don't value the thingy and people until they are not taken away from them.
(AUTHOR's note: Khan Sahab wapis ajaooo...Petrol bohat mehnga kar diiaaaa hai....
Ab tu taxes bhi bhara die hain...Ajeeb)
Mehr blew in her tissue again. It was a good thing that she had caught cold. Everybody avoided her thinking it was well, you know what they thought.(Corona) Leaving Mehr to mourn her uncle in peace without anyone bothering her. Ahsan Mamo was the only person she knew who cared about her. Now with him gone, she felt lost.
Mehr felt like crying. But she didn't cry in front of people. Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves she focused her attention on the books that were contained in the wooden shelves, murder mysteries of Agatha Christie and thrillers of Dan Browns were now going to get dusted. Her gaze flicked over "The Girl on Train", that she had last seen in the hands of her Mamo, now rested on the top of other books. She had spoiled it for Ahsan Mamo. His disappointed animated face when she had told him that it was 'the ex-husband' behind everything, flickered in front of her eyes and she giggled, and everyone's curious gaze found its way to her.
It was Mamo she concluded, who had made her fall in love with the literature. Ahsan Mamo would quote Galib or Jaun and then she had to sharpen her own skills to compete with him. Ahsan Mamo, who might not be one of the greatest but was a pretty good shayr, a fact she never admitted to his face but might have recited a prose or two at the mushariya in her university.
Her eyes wandered to the corner of the wooden shelf where lied the set of chess. The wooden piece, Mamo had gotten made especially for them. She had lost many matches initially, but after the decade of losing, she had finally learned to beat him at his own game. Ahsan Mamo's wrinkled shaven face as he would raise a brow at her, when she was about to beat him ran was in front of her eyes.
"Acha tu ab tum nay yeh chala, takay main yeh chalon aur check mate? "(Ok so you made this move, to capture my Queen and checkmate...)
"Jee jee ! Jaldi karain apni bari...." She used to say excitedly. (Yes yes! Be quick, it's your turn now.)
"Chai ka waqt horaha hai Mehrunisa aur humara tu sar bhi chakra raha hai".Its time for tea Mehr-un-Nisa and my head is hurting too) He would say placing a hand in-front of his eyes faking a headache.
"Chai k baad pora kartay hain yeh game",(We'll finish this game after chai break) He would suggest, and Mehr would let him. He thought he was being sneaky enough to avoid the game, instead he was being just cute.
A month before his death, they'd gone to watch Pakeeza that was being released in 3D. Mamo might have whistled once or twice, through the movie. She would never forget how his eyes had shone with delight when she had told him, she had tickets.
She was going to miss Mamo and his round face, his not so melodious voice and his ability of finding humor in almost everything. She missed him. No one else understood her or gave a damn to try to understand her except him. His will, bore the element of him.
Disinterested in the discussion, Mehr didn't give a fig about who got what. She just missed her Mamo, who was gone. She only wished she had spent some more time with him. The call she had received, informing her about Mamo's death had blown away her completely. She was still numb. Few weeks ago, everything was normal and now he was gone. Woosh!
Gone was her Mamo and the funny YouTube shorts he used to send. Her chai partner, someone she would talk to everyday. He used to facetime her roz, and sometimes to piss her he used to add HIM , too in the call.
Looking around herself Mehr eyed the other occupants. Her relatives, she wouldn't call them relatives, they were just strangers she used to meet at occasionally at either Eid, a wedding or someone's death. Strangers! The hushed whispered that echoed around the room were a proof enough.
"kis ko mile ga yeh sub?"
"Ahsan ka tu dimag itna kharab tha trust main he diya ho ga."
"Mehr ko kuch bhi nahi diya?"
Acha hua, mesani jaidad ki khatir he Ahsan bhai ko itna chapaki the..."
"Itni achi hai tu apnay baap k ghar kyun nai jati..."
(Who is getting everything?
Ahsan was not right in his mind, so all of this can go to trust.
Mehr , wouldn't get anything?
Good for us, she used to do all the fake love for the money
If she is really good then why does she not meet her father)
Mehr eyed her distant family who had all gathered as they were all curious to know who was going to be the heir. Mamo had worked his ass off to pile the wealth. It wasn't generational wealth that could be claimed by his stepbrothers and sisters.
According to Mamo, his father had gone and married other women after the death of Nani, just like her own father had after death of her mother. It was a sore topic for Mehr.
She turned her attention towards Uncle Ghazanfar and his wife, whose name Mehr didn't remember except the fact that she was show off who used to order the photographers around at everybody's wedding.Shadi kisi ki bhi ho , Aunty ki 'photooooo' zaroor ani chahiye. Everyone present there, was no less than the vulture who gather around dead just to prey on them.
There was Kashif Mamo with his superiority complex and the pipe. Despite the constant look of disapproval that his sister-Tabassum who was sitting directly opposite him had given him, he continued to smoke and blow it on her face. She might have even coughed twice to voice her discomfort. Kashif Mamo, liked nothing better than making his 'little' sister uncomfortable. It was one of the reasons why Mehr slightly liked Kashif Mamo of all the step Mamo's and Khala's she had. Uncle Kashif had two son's Zain and Mauz bhai, and a daughter name Amna. Tabassum Khala aka viper, on the other hand was despised by everyone because of her love for make snide remarks.
Ghazanfar Mamo, sat in the corner a little too bored to be here. He was always the distant cold one. His two sons; Dawood who took after him and Faseeh the big ogre sat in the corner looking grim. His daughter Fatima Appa, whose husband had died last year was sitting with Tabassum Khala's daughter's Khadija and Areeba, who unlike their mother were quite likeable.
Mamo Sahab who was eldest of the step siblings Ahsan Mamo had been long dead, but his daughter Masooma ani was present, unlike her brother Ibrahim-the pretty flirt who was late and still hadn't arrived.
Masooma ani- pretty and narcissist, rather little vacuous sat there ordering her husband around, lecturing him on how he wasn't holding little 'Annie' right. Muaz bhai, Kashif Mamo's elder son sat there in his black tailored suit, with one leg crossed over the other as if this was some court proceedings going on.But it is a legal proceeding, Mehr. Mehr sniffed the laughter that was bubbling in her throat.
Mehreen Khala, who was the only surviving of the three child's Nana had with his first wife, sat there with her husband Mansoor Khalo. Her hand tucked in her husband's hand who ran circles to comfort her. Mehreen Khala didn't have her own kids, which according to the stereotype should have made her bitter, most vile creature but she was the sweetest of them all. Only sibling of Mamo who was mourning for him.
And then there was Behzad Haider. The relation of Ahsan Mamo with Behzad was as complicated as Behzad himself was to her. Behzad was the youngest child borne by Mamo's beau's or how Mehr referred to Sadaf Aunty (though she shouldn't) who was Mamo's second cousin and former almost fiancé. It didn't work out between them, because of Nana's egoistical ways. Sadaf aunty got married and led a happy life (with her children) that sadly couldn't last long.(Note : Her life , not the marriage !)
Mamo didn't marry. And Mehr used to make fun of his one-sided love. "Kya baat hai Mamo, woh nai tu koi nai, MashAllah." (Wow Mamo, if not her than no one else.) Khair, Haider Malik, Behzad's father coincidently rented the house in front of Mamo's and after Sadaf Aunty's death which was 12 years after Behzad's birth, Mamo became Behzad's guardian angel like he was her. To her Harry Potter obsessed self, Mamo was much of a Snape looking out for Lily Potter's offspring. Cliché!
With shit load of cousins, one doesn't need neighbors. Do they? The answer is "YES! if you are the black sheep." The abandoned one. Her father had abandoned her, and her cousins always preferred the other, because she was 'step' or because they all shared a bound with each other, they didn't share with her.
Being everyone's second choice, one wouldn't expect that the 'neighbor' would show some kindness. Especially not the extrovert neighbor- who was bitch to every nice soul! Who loved being surrounded by pretty people and messing things up! But Behzad had. And she'd never forget that. He treated her like she was important. He made her feel like she was really important and special. And because her was treating her like she was special, every other guy in the family started too. And because the guys gave her attention, the girls got curious too. And suddenly she was center of everyone's attention. She had accepted everyone's attention whole heartedly forgiving them. He became her friend when she really needed one. To everyone he was the carefree, living the life to the fullest guy but to her was the Behzad who would listen to her rants about unfairness of life. They shared a vibe. The stupid movie references, the sticker fights. He was her kinda crazy. And then he disappeared when she needed him the most!
If you aren't someone's priority and you know that and you still are holding on to them, then YOU are stupid. And Mehrunisa Jehangir was no stupid, so she disliked him for liking him! He was her friend and really close to her heart until he broke her heart!
Then there was his lifestyle that made her hate him more. She was no extremist. She didn't mind having friends of other sex, but the dating rumors were something she couldn't ignore. In a city like Skardu, where everyone knew everybody and you are RICH, words travel fast. And there is always Instagram if you are keeping tabs on someone. Not that she was, it was just right in front of her eyes."Ab anko dekhi makhi tu nigle nai jaa sakti na", she had commented, and Mamo had the cheek to comment,"nigli"(swallow) and then he had a good laugh about it while she had blushed. Gosh her dirty mind, she hated it!
Mamo was gone and to honest, not a single cousin in the room cared for Mamo, as much she and Behzad did. She was blood related, and she owed it to Mamo, but Behzad wasn't. And he didn't owe anyone anything. Which was another reason why everyone was shocked when the lawyer had requested Behzad's presence when the will was to be read. She shouldn't be shocked because she knew why his presence was requested. Mamo adored him. And the fact that he had been there for Mamo's funeral when he didn't show up for his own father's were prove enough that he cared about Mamo.
At the moment, he was leaning against the wall in his dark blue sweater. His dark hair was casual and not jelled back like Dawood's or combed like Zain's. Why was she comparing him to her cousins? Younhi , a voice said !
Lies, though.
With a sniff, she directed her attention back to the lawyer who was now beginning to announce the bequest.
Another fucking hour! Behzad cursed as he stared at his watch, hard. He took a long breath to calm himself. It was least he could do for the man who was there for him when none one was. He was here because he loved the old man, and he could stand another shit load of hours among a group of hyenas and listen to the old chap's speech. Once it was over, he'd get himself a cup of chai. Chai was something the old guy had given him. He couldn't remember being ever found of chai, but the old bestie had made him so habitual to it that he couldn't start his day of without it.
When Behzad had been young, his father hadn't understood him or encouraged him. Bestie had. Bestie, that was what he used to call Ahsan Abbass. The vivid memory of him calling Ahsan Abbass, 'Uncle' flashed through his mind.
6-year-old Behzad, a shy kid hesitantly raising his hand to shake Ahsan's. "Assalam Alikum Uncle" he had said slyly. Only to hear"Uncle? Bhai mere tu baal bhi poray hain aur kalay bhi hain. (I have a head full of black hair.) Your Dad is uncle"
6-year-old Behzad, had considered it to be the joke of the century. His dad really was an uncle. The bald crown with some white hair on the sides, made his dad an uncle. That was how Ahsan Abbass had become his bestie. After the death of his mother, the bound only grew stronger.
Bestie had been the one who used to clap when he used to give speeches in school. Bestie had been the one who used to cheer and shout 'Behzad' during the football matches. Bestie was the one who used to throw after parties for his friends when they used to win local football tournaments. Bestie, who had taken him in, after his father had thrown him out. Bestie who gave his money for his start up, trusting his skills. Behzad hadn't forgotten anything.
When he had received his first award professionally, he had flown from London to Skardu and given that to Bestie. Bestie had placed it in his room. It was still there in his room on the floating shelf where Bestie had placed it, even though Bestie wasn't.
The atmosphere was suffocating. Actually, it was the people, who considered Bestie, a crack head and were just here for money. He doubted if any of them visited Bestie apart from HER. Mehrunisa who hated his guts and might be a nuisance, but she loved Bestie. She used to visit him, every weekend. He knew because Bestie was usually filled with the talks of her on the calls. And yes, he had scheduled his calls to avoid her. But still Bestie made sure they saw and knew, what the other was up to.
Behzad took in her miserable face. Her nose was red, her eyes puffy. She looked infuriated and sad. A part of him wanted to go sit beside her, offer her some comfort, hold her hand and tell her that she wasn't alone. That, it was their loss. That, Bestie was in better place. But the sane part of him made him realize the possibility of her chopping off his hand. Her wavy chocolate brown hair which turned a shade lighter in sunlight, were in a braid. A braid that was messier than his room. She was grieving and seemed lost.She looks so much better in real than she used to look on camera, the voice whispered.
The brown shawl was draped around her shoulder. Still wearing the black dress, she was mourning for Bestie. He understood that, even if he didn't understand her. She was deeply attached to the old man.
She annoyed him, with her views on his lifestyle and career choices. And the snarky remarks that she had up her sleeve. Thanks to her, he missed his dad ( by acting like a mirror image of him) How does being a CEO of a marketing firm made him a materialistic parasite? Yes, he ordered people around, but he had worked his ass off to the position he now held. If he did get awards, it wasn't him talking credit of the staff. It was because he made the decision, issues the orders. His staff got their share of bonus, he got the award. Everyone won? Why could she not see that?
She was a bright talented woman; he'd give her that. But far too opinionated and petty. He had seen the jewelry pieces she had designed, and she was good at it. Really good at her craft. And if marketed under his counsel, she could go big. But she considered that 'materialistic'. 'Forcing people to buy shit, so that he could benefit,' were her exact words. "Are you calling your craft shit?" He had retorted back. Bestie had laughed giving her the classic eyebrow raise, that translated to 'I bet, you can't beat that.'
She was pure idealistic. It was funny how she still was idealistic given the crap that was thrown at her by life. Now that Bestie was gone, he wasn't going to see her anymore. And he didn't know how he felt about it. She was a friend once and he used to enjoy her company and how effortlessly the conversations followed with her. Until well that she wasn't! It was a sore topic for both of them. He did enjoy the dinner battles that use to happen on Eid's. As they say it , friends make best enemies. And the flirting. He loved flirting with her and her expressions on that. Who doesn't like a challenge and a breath of fresh air for a change?
Eids? What was he going to do on Eid? For as long as he could remember, he used to celebrate Eid with Bestie because Shehzad and his family had no room for him. And Laiba with her husband Yang Lee, was spend-thrifting her way through her life. He loved them and wished them best.
Funny, how his siblings were more of a disappointment then he could ever be! Did it bring him satisfaction? Yes it, did! So, very petty of him. His siblings had gone and done something more 'disgraceful' than he could ever compare too. His father had problem with his careless attitude, Shehzad had gotten the family bankrupt. And Laiba, who went for further studies fell in love with the Chinese and married him in a church. Although Baba had tried to cover her mess with the nikkah with Ibrahim earlier known as Kim Soo whatever, Baba couldn't hide away from the shame that it brought. Behzad cared less about that. But that didn't mean, people who knew about that didn't troll him for that. It was another reason, why he disconnected with the old people and friends. New people didn't need to know about his catastrophe of a family.
His siblings had no room for him. Never had! But Bestie, did! Whenever he could, he used to come back to Pakistan to celebrate Eid with Bestie. Now, he would have to drive alone for Namaz? No one to hug after Eid ki namaz? His paternal family didn't bother with him after the death of his father. There was no one on his maternal side of family, with his mother being the only child.Tu ab Eid pay..... ( now on Eid)
"Mera chota bhai, Kashif," (My little brother, Kashif) All the quite murmuring and whispers died as the lawyer cleared his throat."jo soch raha hai k uska qeemti waqt zaya ho raha hai. Bilkul sahi soch rahay ho.." (who is ruing his time being wasted, you are thinking in right direction..)
The lawyer hesitated a bit before proceeding.
"Ka-cheap, you get nothing." The lawyer finished and Mehr choked into her tissue as she watched Kashif Mamo turn red.
"To Ghazanfar, I leave my cane. You going to need it." Ghazanfar Mamo, just passed a smile while his wife made a face.
"For all of my bhanji , Masooma, Fatima, Amna I leave the gold sets. New ones made for each of you because you hate old stuff. Especially Masooma."
"To my nephew Muaz, I leave my favorite book. "How to live a happy life" by Marie Carlson. I hope it's going to be of some purpose."
"To my nephew Zain, I leave you my collection of pens, with hopes that he will put them to good use and write something for himself. I mean Exams! Bcom he karlo begairat!(Aleast graduate) "
"To Faseeh, I leave my KnNs membership card. I know you are the best candidate for this.Sakoon say eat your protein aur pholtay raho.(Eat your protein peacefully) " Mehr chuckled.
"To Ibrahim I leave my old Mercedes. Its' better than the crap Prius he drives."
"Chachu bhooltay nai hain..."(Chachu doesn't forget) Amna snickered from the sofa.
"To Dawood, I leave the wigs. Dawood you really need to hide that bald batch." Mehr blinked away the tears. The will sounded so like Ahsan Mamo. And so, she was travelling down the memory lane where there was Ahsan Mamo.
She would have cried if she wasn't pulled back into the world by one of her Uncle's disapproval.
"Bakwas(crap), we don't have time for this. Ahsan bhai ka dimag band tha yeh wasihat kartay waqt."
(Ahsan bhai was brain dead when advising this will.)
"I don't think so. He would have left everything to the sharks, if it was the case." Mehr said, earning the glares.
"Baroon ki batain main tum maat bolo."(Don't poke your nose where it doesn't belong) One of the momani said.
"Agr tameez hoti tu iske maa iske ghar say bahar na phenkti."( If she had manners, her step mother wouldn't have kicked her out)The other momani replied.
"Yakeenan he left you, something isi liye itni zabaan chal rahi hai iski."(Definitely, he left her something. That's, why she is talking so much) Dawood commented.
"Lagta hai Dawood ko bhi ghar say bhar phenkna paray ga. Kyunke baron say baat karnay ki tameez isko bhi nai hai. Nai Aunty?"(I think we need to throw Dawood out of the house. Clearly he lacks manners too. No?) Behzad spoke lazily from his spot offering them his signature savage smile as he exchanged looks with Maomani.
"Wakeel(Lawyer)) Sahab app parhiye wasihaat. Khamoosh ho jao tum sub", ( Please continue. Silence everyone.) Khala finally spoke.
Mehr always hated this family gathering. All her relatives were vile materialistic beings.
"To Mehr and Behzad, the only two people who appreciated my jokes, my existence and my wicked sense of humor, I leave what is left of my estate, bank accounts and business."
"Yeh kya bakwas hai,"(What crap is this)One of her cousins erupted like a volcano.
"We are blood related. He can't leave everything to him."
"We are going to challenge this will in court."
"Humaray sharia haq hai yeh ......"(This is our lawful right)
While her cousins were expressing their outrage, Mehr was stunned.
"No no no... This is... I can't take his money. It's going to mess up everything. I don't want it." She hurried over to the lawyer.
"App sub kuch us ko day dain..(Give everything to him)I don't want anything to do with it."
Behzad who was calm slipped his hands in the pockets. "Let's not jump the gun. Saleem Sahab App washiyat mukamal karain..."(Please finish reading the will)
"I know, Mehr is infuriated, but what is mine is both of yours. Behzad needs a place to stay, oh yes, I knew about your upcoming project and the fact that the Shehzad got the house rented for a contract which is tight, you can't stay there. So, no complaints from Behzad. Also, I am proud of you, kiddo! You are going to nail it project!
Mehr, my tiger! Can't you do this for your dead Mamo?Ek maray hue(For a dead) ....nevermind.Zyda dramatic ho gaya.(It got kind dramatic) Khair back to it. Mehreen,meri behan I know you'd have no issue living my Tom and Jerry. Please do this for me.
If they both live in my home for 5 months with Mehreen, after that period of time, everything that is mine becomes theirs. All I ask is for them to give each other a chance. You have my blessings. You always have had them."
"If they both decide not to entertain my request, everything including this home can be sold to Ghazanfar's construction company..... and the amount donated to charity." The lawyer said as he folder the paper and looked at them for their answers.
Mehr lost it at the word demolish. She was too flabbergasted. She was getting one after another shocker.
"Yeh Ahsan ka tu dimag kharab hai...."(Ahsan had lost his mind)
"Kesi namunaisb baat kar de...." (This is very improper)
"Mehr kese reh sakti hai Behzad k sath...." (How can Mehr live with Behzad?)
"Mehr is divorced, Baji!"
All sorts of whispered echoed through the room with one thing in common! They all disapproved of the will.
"We will see you guys in a while." Behzad said as he gestured for Mehr to follow him.
"Mujhe nai chahiye yeh sub kuch" (I don't want this) She whispered when they were out.
"Are you sure? You don't want this?" He asked as he raised his eyebrow.
"If by this you mean the money and all, then no I don't. But this home. I .... Never mind! He wanted us to give this a chance. And live happily ever after. Which is funny. Because you have commitment issues. With a new girl around your arms every month, I don't think you are settling down anytime soon.... Also aren't already 'engaged' to the super model, Imaan Aziz? This will be a tosh..."
"Wow! For someone who wants nothing to do with me, aren't you quite besotted with me?" He smiled at her with his teeth showing. She didn't like it one bit. She wanted to slap herself for giving such a monologue and spilling her guts. Of course, she knew what he was up to to these days. After all he was her......
Who was he to her? She didn't know. She really didn't! He used to be a friend. For someone who was selective about her friends, Mehr had let him in. Actually, she hadn't. He had just invaded her heart and then he was gone when she needed him the most! Like "Anjali" from Kuch Kuch Hota hai , he had ran away and she was no Rahul to forgive him that easily. To begin with he hadn't even apologized. If he had, she would have forgiven him in a heartbeat! Maybe that was the reason she hated him so much!
"Mehhh. I love gossip, read it every day. Not my fault that you show up with different girl every month on the 'couples of Pakistan' page." Behzad laughed.
"Jealous?"
"You bet." Mehr exclaimed.
"What do you want Mehr-un-Nisa? Because I can stand and watch this place you call home, get demolished. I am not in short of money, but unlike you some extra cash doesn't bite me. Also, it doesn't matter if I am engaged or not. We just have to live in this house for 5 months. After that we can go our own ways, do our things like we always have."
"You really want that money?" She asked him as her eyes mirrored the disappointment. She had called him materialistic, but she didn't know he'd go to this extent for the money.
Mehr watched something in his eyes change as he stepped forward towards her. His playful aura was gone. "I don't care Mehr what you think. I get that you don't want money. Sure then. If you want to watch this place, get demolished, okay then. Jesa app chahain! I am staying here with Mehreen Aunty with or without you!" He told her calmly.
"I don't like this...." She spoke and the silence he had given her made her think she was alone in the hall.
Behzad watched Mehr walk away from him and stand in front of the window. He took in her appearance as she stood there basking in the sunlight. Her brown hair got a shade lighter in the sunlight.
He wasn't interested in her or what she thought. But he wasn't going to stand by and watch whatever bestie had held dear, be auctioned. His legacy being lost. The house might not be important to Mehr, but he held it close to his heart. Some of the best memories of his childhood were spent here. If he had to spend five months with Mehr in this house, he would gladly do. The 'will' didn't involve them getting married. They could have their own personal space and do their thing. In the house as big as this, he could easily avoid Mehr. Won't he? It was for her to decide.
"Roothe hote tu mana lete,par tum tu badal gae ho....."
This one is for Behzad who have changed !
Grief changes you. And you are never able to escape it, no matter how hard you try. Every little thing reminds you about them, how they would have been or the memory..... You try to make peace with the fact that they are in better place but there is no peace. Time doesn't heal. It just puts that pain and grieve in the background. I pray that you get be blessed with the strength and sabr. Sabr is the key to surviving in this world.
I have run out of things to say. TB to my author's notes that used to be long af.
Khair , i'll stop my ranty rona...( I love this word Ranty rona... I learned it from Irfan Junjeo)
Take care
XOXOXOO
Alyna ( PRAY FOR ME PLEASEEEEEEEE and my fam. Especially my brother)