GUILTY EPI 34

             GUILTY

       EPISODE NO 34

GENRE... GHULAM JILANI



 Ejaz Khaloo always left without staying the night despite the strong insistence of his mother and father.
 "What was it that made Ejaz Uncle stay one more day and his aunt fell in love with my Shayan and Hadia ..."
 Haq Nawaz hung his mouth and spoke. Komal saw it. She was squeezing Amy's legs and Haq Nawaz's heart was sad because of Ejaz Khalo.

 "Son, every house has its own rules. Ejaz has been like this from the beginning. He never let Pinky stay overnight except at home."
 "So why doesn't Pinky's aunt say anything to them, isn't that a good thing, Mommy?"
 Komal said pressing Amy's legs.
 "Oh, why would she say anything? She is happy with the good. She has such a life-giving husband ... Both of them have lives in each other ...!"
 "Ideal couple, isn't it, Amy?"
 Haq Nawaz spread his arms and said, then my mother stared at him.

 "Look how much he knows ... Leave these things and call your father. Why haven't you come yet, why is it so late to get a car ...?"
 Komal was looking at Haq Nawaz and thinking that Saleem Nawaz and Haq Nawaz are twin brothers but what is the difference between the two. ... She was restless again.
 "Should I go to Amy now?"
 "Yes, stop now and go to sleep ... don't open the books and sit down, you have already closed your eyes ... !!"

 Amy said in a heavy voice, taking a nap. How could Komal sleep well? She opened Saleem's school bag and sat down. She looked through the books, but she did not understand why she was doing all this. Eventually, in desperation, she began to put all the books back in her bag, then carelessly dropped the heavy register from her hand and fell down. As soon as Komal bent down to pick her up, she remained silent. He looked closer at the register and smiled triumphantly as he sat up straight.

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 There was Qur'an recitation in the neighborhood today. Arsalan had come to give a message to Amy but she could not attend due to ill health so she asked Komal to leave.

 "If you call a child with such sincerity, you will have to donate, don't make such faces ... !!"
 Amy tried to persuade Komal with love, but how could she tell Amy that she had a strange fear in the eyes of this "baby" but in her whole being.
 "No need to go anywhere, just sit at home and talk to me ... how worried I am and how careless you are ...?"
 Pride also flared up.
 "What kind of hobby am I going to? I have to go to the person named Arsalan whose eyes are scared. My mother is stubborn. I have to go. Anyway, her mother is a good woman ..."
 "Who is Arsalan?"
 Ehtesham interrupted him and asked immediately.
 "He is the son of the newcomers to the neighborhood ... !!"
 Boredom and disgust were evident in Komal's tone. Ehtesham remained silent for several moments.
 "what happened?"
 "Nothing, you go and yes ... just come back and give me a message"
 "Message? But why?"
 Komal was surprised at this new order ...
 "Just like that, you will be worried ..."
 The tone of pride reflected love with sincerity and concern. Komal's heart beat faster ...
 "Okay," he said softly, "and please, the pride that I have told you is that you have to do it anyway ... !!"
 Komal had reminded him as he was leaving.
 "Your order, Begum Sahiba ..."
 Ehtesham said, then Komal smiled and said goodbye and hung up.

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 Komal wore a simple purple shalwar kameez over a dupatta.
 "Amy, I'm leaving ..."
 My mother looked at him with love. Komal looked so cute. Beauty doesn't need makeup ... And the one who gets angry in simplicity does not get angry at all.
 You look so cute, may Allah protect you from the evil eye ... "
 Komal jumped up. My mother seldom complimented me.
 "Let's go carefully now and make a special prayer for me from memory ... by name ... !!"
 Amy emphatically reminded him of the passing of time.

                      As soon as Komal raised his hand to knock, the door opened automatically and Arsalan came out quickly.
 "Oh sorry ... I was in a hurry ... I didn't notice ..."
 He looked at Komal. The same look that made Komal feel strangely scared. Komal lowered her eyes. She wanted to go inside the house as soon as possible.
 "you are right?"
 Arsalan asked again. Komal did not understand why he was standing in the way if he was in such a hurry. Why doesn't he leave? Or at least let him go ...
 "Let me take you inside ..."
 Komal's tongue was itching and she wanted to give him a harsh answer but Arsalan was speaking so politely and politely that she could not say anything even if she wanted to. Komal looked at him, he was looking at her without blinking ... "Oh God, what terrible eyes." Komal looked down nervously again.

           Arsalan had dropped him off at the lounge. The spacious lounge seemed even more spacious due to the white moons. As soon as she entered Komal, she turned her head and looked at him intently. They met her with a lot of love and affection and kissed her on the forehead which was very strange but nice to Komal.

 "Why didn't Amy come, son?"
 He asked her in a kind tone.
 "Where to put olive fruit and sweets? Please come here once and review the arrangements. Please ..."
 Before Komal could answer, on the one hand, a very beautiful 18-year-old girl came to Arsalan's mother. Komal just stared at her. She had probably never seen such a beautiful girl in her life. White complexion, sharp eyebrows, delicate body and softness on the face so that the eyes could not be removed.

 "Okay, I see in the value ... you meet them, they are gentle ...!"
 Qadr put a sweet smile on his face and asked about Komal's condition while Komal was hesitant to speak in front of him. There was not the slightest hint of arrogance in the words of Qadr, his tone was very clear. He made Komal sit in one place and Komal quickly grabbed Sapara. She had gone home in a strange feeling of inferiority. Qadr had left her and disappeared somewhere again, but she was wandering around again and again in connection with some work.

                Whenever she entered the hall, she would look at him with a soft eye. In a light carrot-colored knee-length shirt and loose-fitting pajamas, his shapely body looked so good to Komal. She had made a high ponytail that was repeatedly highlighted by the net's dupatta. As soon as the dupatta of value slipped, she would leave it like this for a while and then when she suddenly remembered, she would quickly put the dupatta on her head with a single payment. Of course, she was not in the habit of wearing the dupatta on her head. He had not even spread the dupatta and just kept it there. Komal was stunned for several moments to see her conical fingers and attractive nails.

         There was a look of disgust on Qadr's face as if he had no consciousness around him. He was just busy with his work but soon Komal realized that not only was he aware but he also knew that he was in the public eye. As soon as this thought came to her, Komal hurriedly removed her eyes from it and started reciting Sapara, but it was clear that all her attention was on value. The tender heart was overwhelmed by it. It had been a long time since Komal Spara had opened her hand and lost herself in the past words of pride and pride. Are looking for Meanwhile, Komal's eyes fell on the translation of a verse written on Sapara on which it was written that

 "O you who have believed, the time has not yet come for your hearts to tremble with fear of Allah and to repent to Allah."
 As soon as Komal's gaze fell on this part of the verse, his heart began to pound and his hair stood on end as if someone had shaken his body and soul inside. Komal had not yet come out of this state that Suddenly the women in a circle got up and with some chaos it seemed that a very important person had arrived. She stood up and thanked all the women and motioned for them to sit down.

               All the women were busy looking at this woman with a twinkle in their eyes because a strange light was appearing on the woman's face. She was still unable to divert her attention from this eye-opening reminder.
 (to be continued)