"From Fiction to Ambition: A Journey Unveiled."🖋️✨

chapter:5 Whispers of Joy

Ayesha pov ۔

As farhad bhai got freshened up I arranged the dinner table and we all started eating together after a long time۔

"Hmm it tasty aishu you must cook daily let ammi rest "bhai said and a smile made its way to my lips۔

"Thank u for your compliment bhai but I think ammi will be happy to take rest in her daughter in law's presence right ammi "۔I state teasingly and look at ammi ۔

And suddenly abbu said and our eyes turned to him" Begum you should call Mrs Farooq tomorrow for answer they didn't say anything we should ask them once" and ammi just pass a smile to bhai ۔

"Yesterday Mrs Farooq called me and said that sana takes time to decide they will let know about her decision but they convince for farhad٫"

ammi and look at bhai and continue with a small smile and a natural face "let's see what sana decides for her and u"

Bhai carries the same smile and turns his face towards me and asks" so aishu how is your studies going"

"Bhai ,it's good and we have internals from next week "I said in a slow voice with a little smile.

After dinner I came back to my room and kept gifts and books on its place which bhai brought for me today.

I couldn't help but open a book I want to read again as I already have read it but on the phone I say bhai to bring it because I want to feel its smell and flip its pages and also highlight my favourite senses and dialogue.

It's the best book among all I have read I can read it again and again and not get bored I have already written about the book in my diary as a short review.

I just opened it and started reading my most favourite senses, and I reached the end in which.....

("تمھیں پتہ ہے عمامہ نو سال میں کتنے مہینے ،کتنے ہفتے، کتنے دین، کتنے گھنٹے اور کتنے منٹ ہوتے ہیں؟۔"
'Do you have any idea Imama, how many days, how many hours, how many
minutes there are in nine years?'

The silence had been broken. His voice has a coldness to it that would freeze a
body. Clamping her lips together, Imama turned the tap off. He was standing
behind her; so close that if she turned she would bump into him. She did not
turn. She could feel his soft breath on her neck.
He was waiting for an answer.
She had no answer.
With her hands still gripping the sink, she watched the
last droplets of water dripping from the tap.
"کیا ان سالوں میں ایک بار بھی تمنے میرے بارے میں سوچا ؟،سالار کے برے مے؟ "
‗Did you, even once, in all these years ever think of me? Of Salar?'

The question was a difficult one; she kept quiet. Without waiting for a reply,
he asked the next question,

‗What is next to ecstasy? You had said it was
―pain‖. You were right it is pain.'
Salar was quiet for a moment.

‗I have ‗seen' you so often in every corner of
this house, that now that you really are here, I am finding it difficult to believe
it.'
To stop the trembling in her arms, Imama clung more tightly to the corners of
the sink.

‗I feel I am dreaming; that if I open my eyes...' He stopped. Imama shut her
eyes. ‗...everything will still be here...everything except you...and if I close
my eyes again...'

Imama opened her eyes; her cheeks were wet with tears.

‗...I will still not be able to return to my dream. You will not be there. I am
too scared to touch you; I feel that if I extend my hand towards you the image
will shatter like a reflection in water.'