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AND YES THERE WILL STILL BE UPDATE ON NEW YEAR'S EVE. [New Year's eve means 31st night. Not 1st January's night. So...Tomorrow. Yes.]
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"Kya Hua Hai?" Shazia inquired. At that moment, she and Hoor were seated in the lounge when Ahil arrived. As they sat facing him, he lifted the back of his trousers, revealing wounds.
(What happened?)
"Gir Gya Tha."
(I fell)
"Mazeed? " Hoor chimed. Ahil and Shazia immediately turned their faces and looked at her. "Mera matlab kal bhi giray thay to...phr se paon phisal gaya?"
(More?)
(I mean you fell yesterday too...so did you slip again?)
"Dehn Se Chala Karo Ahil, Acha Jao Jakr Kamre Main Laito. Kuch Dair Aram Karo". Ahil got up. He went a few steps forward when his feet came on the toy but he got saved from falling again.
(Be careful while walking, Ahil. Go and lie down in the room. Take some rest for a while.)
"Ya Allah Kya Ho Gaya Hai Tumhe?"
(Oh Allah, what has happened to you?)
"Aunty Apka Beta To Mazeed Hi Girta Ja Rha Hai." Shazia and Ahil's gaze immediately made her change the statement.
(Aunty, your son keeps falling more and more. )
"Mera Matlab Hai Itna Girna Acha Nahi Hota. Bar Bar Nahi Girna Chahiye."
(I mean, it's not good to fall so much. One should not keep falling repeatedly. )
"Ami, Apki Bahu Ki Zuban Na Mazeed Lambi Hoti Ja Rhi Hai. Itni Lambi Zuban Achi Nahi Hoti." Ahil addressed Shazia while staring at Hoor.
(Mom, your daughter-in-law's tongue is getting longer. Such a long tongue is not good. )
He shook his head and went inside. Hoor shook her head, then she smiled slightly. At least the silence was broken! Shazia went to the kitchen and Hoor followed her.
"Ahil Se Pooch Kar Aao Khichdi Bana Doon Us Ko?" On Shazia's question, Hoor turned and addressed her. (Ask Ahil and come, I'll make Khichdi for him.)
"Aunty Paon Mein Chot Lagi Hai. Khichdi Ka Kya Karna Hai? " (Aunty, he has a cut on his foot. What does it have to do with Khichdi?)
<Khichdi is a dish of rice and lentils, often made for sick people in Pakistan>
"Mein Maa Hoon Mujhe Ziyada Pata Hai" ( I am a mother, I know better.)
"Main Doctor Hoon." ( I am a doctor)
"To Mere Samne Na Jhara Karo Yeh Doctori. Jao Pooch Kar Aao." (Don't display your medical knowledge in front of me. Go and inquire.)
Hoor frowned and nodded and went inside. He was lying peacefully on the bed inside and Hoor could not digest it.
"Aunty Pooch Rahi Hain Apne Chand Se Bete Ke Liye Khichdi Bana Doon?" Ahil glanced at Hoor with frowns on his forehead. (Aunty is asking if she should make Khichdi for her moon-like son?)
"Yeh Chand Se Bete Wali Bakwaas Unhon Ne Nahi Ki, Tum Ne Khud ghari Hai. Aur Aunty Ko Bolo, Balke Tum Kuch Nah Bolo. Tum Bas Mere Dimagh Ki Khichdi Banana Chor Do. Baqi Mein Khichdi Ke Baghair Bhi Theek Hoon." Hoor jerked her head. Unnecessary tantrums!
(She didn't say this moon-like son nonsense; you created it yourself. And tell Aunty, or better yet, don't say anything. Just stop making a mess in my head. I'm fine without Khichdi too.)
"Kuch Chahiye?" Asked again. She was not going to go this soon! (Do you need anything?)
"Haan, Sukoon. Tum Kamre Se Nikal Jao Bas. Iske Ilawa Kuch Nahi Chahiye." Hoor looked at him for a moment and then after thinking for a while decided that let's accept whatever Ahil says today. (Yes, peace. Just leave the room. I don't need anything else.)
"Kya Yaad Karen Gy Jarahi Hoon Aaraam Karainn. Khichdi Bana Den Gi Aunty." Hoor said and turned away. Then, she reconsidered and turned back. Her forehead furrowed, hand on her waist. (Okay, Rest and relax. I'll tell Aunty to make it for you.)
"Waisay Gire Kaise The?" The manner of speaking was entirely casual. (Well, how did you fall?)
"Main To Hamesha Se Hi Gira Hua Insan Hoon." Regret flooded over Hoor as soon as she heard those words slip. She wished she had simply left without uttering anything. Now, he had the opportunity to say something, and he seemed to be appropriating her words. (I've always been a fallen person.)
<fallen means like bad...a bad person.>
"Ek Ghatiya Insaan Jo Tum Se Zabardasti Karne Ki Koshish Kar Sakta Hai --- " (A despicable person who could try to force himself on you---)
"Yeh Ghalat Hai. Yeh Baat Bilkul Ghalat Hai. Main Ne Aisa Koi Ilzaam Nahi Lagaya. Main Ne Sirf Yeh Bataya Tha Ke Haan Mere Zehen Main Aise Khayalat The, Kisi Se Bhi Shadi Karte Waqt Hote To Bas Main Ne Is Tareeqe Se Ek Had Banai Thi. Main Aisa Ilzaam Laganay Ka Soch Bhi Nahi Sakti." Hoor spoke firmly in her usual confrontational style. (That's wrong. This is completely wrong. I didn't accuse anyone. I only mentioned that yes, such thoughts were in my mind, and if I were getting married to anyone, I had set a limit in this way. I can't even think of accusing anyone like that.)
"Umeed Hai Ke Ab Ehsas Ho Gaya Hoga Ke Jis Baat Ya Jis Kaam Ko Karne Ka Aap Soch Bhi Nahi Satke Hoon, Us Bare Main Ilzaam Kaise Mehsoos Hote Hain." Ahil said, picking up his phone. A clear signal that the conversation was over, and now, there was no interest in talking further. Hoor pursed her lips. There was nothing left to say; he was right. Hoor went away silently.
(I hope now you realize how it feels to be accused of something or doing something that you can't even think of. )
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"Mujhy tum---" Ahil thought he should start the conversation. Someone had to do it. Besides, he was the only one who was not talking, so he had to initiate. She had done it anyway; he didn't trust when she would decide that she didn't want to put up with Ahil's tantrums anymore. (I---)
"Mujh Se Koi Fuzool Baat Karne Ki Zaroorat Nahi Hai." Okay. Ahil sipped his tea. Now he was silent. It was fine if he remained silent. There was silence for a few moments. It was around eight in the morning, and they were sitting in the courtyard. The silence, however, was getting heavier, bothering Hoor. (There's no need to talk nonsense with me.)
"Aap Ke Sath Masla Kya Hai? Baat Kyun Nahi Kar Rahe?" Ahil glanced at her, as if questioning whether this woman had any faith or not. (What's the issue with you? Why aren't you talking?)
"Mera Matlab Hai Ke Main Ne Maan Liya Na Mujhe Wo Sab Nahi Kehna Chahiye Tha, Meri Ghalti Thi. Ab Itne Din Ho Gaye, Ab Tak To Insaan Bhool Jaye. Lekin Nahi, Mun Bana Kar Phir Rahe Hain." (I mean that I've accepted that I shouldn't have said all that; it was my mistake. It's been so many days, by now, one should forget. But no, making a face and still holding on.)
"Agar Tumhe Yaad Ho To Main Pichle Do Se Teen Din Se Tum Se Baat Kar Raha Hoon Aur Tumhari Baton Ke Jawab Bhi De Raha Hoon. Halaanke Main Tumhe Zeher Lagta Hoon Aur Tumhe Mere Se Baat Karne Ka Shoq Bhi Nahi Hai Phir Bhi Har Waqt Mujh Se Baat Karti Rehti Ho Aur Chahti Ho Main Jawab Bhi Doon. Aur Main Jawab De Bhi Raha Hoon. Lekin Agar Tum Phir Bhi Khush Nahi Ho To Masla Mere Sath Nahi Hai, Tumhare Dil Ya Niyat Main Khot Hai." (If you remember, I've been talking to you for the past two to three days and responding to your statements. Although I seem venomous to you, and you don't even enjoy talking to me, still, you keep talking to me all the time and want me to respond. And I am responding. But if you're still not happy, then the problem is not with me; there's some problem in your heart or intentions.)
"Aisa Kuch Nahi Hai. Baat Karne Ka Matlab Yeh Nahi Hai Ke Pichli Baat Ke Taane Dein." Hoor firstly denied having any wrong in her heart or intention. (It's nothing like that. Talking doesn't mean bringing up past issues.)
"Acha, Sahih. Jo Aap Ka Hukum. Aaj Ke Baad Pichli Baat Ke Taane Zubaan Par Bhi Nahi Ayen Ge." A faint smile appeared on Hoor's face, which she immediately concealed. She couldn't understand why listening to him call her 'aap' felt good. (Okay, agreed. Whatever you say. After today, I won't let the taunts of the past come to my tongue.)
"Khair, Tum Yeh Batao, Aur Kya Kya Sochti Ho Mere Bare Main?" Ahil thought to compile all the compliments he had received. It was better to avoid arguments repeatedly. (Well, tell me, what else do you think about me?)
"Main Waise Bhi Us Din Ayaan Ke Samne Jo Baat Tum Ne Kahi Is Ke Baad Tum Se Baat Karna Chahta Tha. Lekin, Baat Karne Se Pehlay Hi..." He paused, refraining from making sarcastic remarks. (Anyway, what you said in front of Ayan that day, after that, I wanted to talk to you. But even before talking...)
"Main Kuch Bhi Nahi Sochti. Main To Aap Ke Bare Main Sochti Bhi Nahi Hoon. Main Masroof Hoti Hoon. Itna Waqt Nahi Hota Ke Aap Ke Bare Main Sochoon." She lied convincingly. (I don't think anything. I don't think about you. I'm busy. I don't have time to think about you.)
"Acha? Main Samjha Tum Pichle Kuch Dino Se Mujhe Manane Ka Soch Rahi Thi." Hoor stared at him. Ahil stopped the smile by placing the cup on his lips. (Really? I thought you were trying to pacify me for the past few days.)
"Khair, Tum Ne Mujhe Mere Sawal Ka Jawab Nahi Diya. Main Dobarah Nahi Poochon Ga. Bas Itna Kahoon Ga Ke..." The tea was finished, and Ahil placed the cup on the table. He organized his words, gave them order, but when thoughts were scattered, how could words be arranged? (Well, you didn't answer my question. I won't ask again. I'll just say this much...)
"Meri Taraf Se Be Fikar Raho. Gussa Kar Sakta Hoon, Chila Sakta Hoon, Yeh Sab Nahi Kar Sakta. Jo Bhi Tum Samjhti Ho. Tumhari Jagah Koi Bhi Hoti To Yahi Karta...'' Hoor didn't like this statement at all, but she kept quiet. Saying that, Ahil raised his tea cup and moved towards the inside. After he left, Hoor felt frowns on her forehead. (Don't worry from my side. I can get angry, I can shout, I can't do all that. Whatever you think. If anyone else were in your place, I would have done the same...)
'Tumhari Jagah Koi Bhi Hoti To Yahi Karta.' She recalled. 'Kyun Hoti Koi Aur? Kya Matlab Hai Is Baat Ka? Hamesha Yeh Kehna Zaroori Hota Hai? Ho Hi Nahi Sakti Koi Aur To Bolte Kyun Hain? Main Hoon Main Hi Rahon Gi. Aaj Ke Baad Agar Yeh Baat Boli To Seedha Seedha Bol Doon Gi. Had Hai. Soch Kar Rakha Hwa Tha Kya Ke Koi Aur Hogi Aur Main Agai? Shoq Se Thori Nah Aayi Thi'. She finished her tea. Now, sitting alone, the tea didn't taste as good. She sat for a few more moments, thinking the statement, 'Tumhari Jagah Koi Bhi Hoti To Yahi Karta.' Meaning it wasn't about Hoor; it was not about anyone or any girl for that matter. It was about Ahil. Hoor wondered if he was sensitive in such matters. Okay, he considered her opinion, which was a good thing, but somehow, Hoor felt there was more to it. Otherwise, he couldn't be this sensitive. Yes, he could be, but Hoor was convinced that there was something else. In her thoughts, a person unnecessarily being so sensitive in such situations didn't make sense. Moreover, Ahil had refrained from talking about himself. Hoor placed the tea cup back. She wanted to know about Ahil. She wanted to know what he didn't tell her.
(I would have done the same if it was anyone else in your place. Why would there be someone else? What does this mean? Is it necessary to always say this? If someone else cannot be, then why say it? I am, and I will remain. If this is mentioned again after today, I'll directly say it. Enough is enough. Had he already decided that there was someone else and then I came? Well, I didn't come with enthusiasm either.)
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"Hoor Ki Wajah Se Mujhe Bhai Ke Samne Itni Sharmindagi Uthani Parhti Hai. Mere Un Se Taluqaat Kharab Ho Rahe Hain." Ahil took a deep breath. Hoor was her choice. He didn't even have the desire to get married. Anyway, he couldn't repeat these things now. Hoor's dignity was precious to him. She was becoming precious to him as well, but he didn't want to admit it. The matter of the hospital hadn't been forgotten yet, and Ahil was getting angry at this action of the family members. They also came home and told Hoor a lot of stuff, but Hoor didn't give any answer. Now he did not understand those who repeated the same thing over and over again. Whenever there is a problem, they will bring out old things.
(Due to Hoor, I have to endure so much embarrassment in front of my brother. My relations with him are getting strained.)
"Ammi, Mamu Mami Ne Bhi To Badle Main Keh Diya. Ab Kya Karen Hum? Paon Par Jaein?" Ahil was sitting in front of her, speaking calmly. No voice was high, and there was no element of rudeness in his tone. He couldn't be disrespectful to his mother.
(Ammi, even Mamu and Mami have spoken against us. What should we do now? Should we bow to their feet?)
"Haan To Hoor Agar Ja Kar Maafi Maang Le To Kya Burai Hai? Tum Shohar Ho Is Ke, Usay Keh Sakte Ho."
(Yes, so if Hoor goes and apologizes, what harm is there? You're her husband, you can tell her to do so.)
"Inhen Yeh Masla Hai Nah Ke Un Se Mafi Mangi Jaye? Theek Hai Main Ja Kar Mamu Se Baat Krloon Ga, Un Se Mazrat Krloon Ga."
(Their issue is that they should get an apology, right? Okay I'll talk to him and apologise.)
"Tum Kyun Karo Gy? Hoor Ko Karna Chahiye." Ahil looked at her with his eyes, she had to avert her eyes. If something wrong has happened to some people, they don't want others to go through the same pain. Some people, seeing the injustice done to them, feel that it is all normal, it is okay. There is nothing wrong with what happened to them. It's okay. Some people get caught between these two emotions. Both mothers and son were also like that but they were different.
(Why are you doing this? Hoor should do it.)
"Ammi, Main Yeh Sab Nahi Dohraaon Ga. Agar Kisi Ko Yeh Khwahish Hai Ke Wo Hoor Ko Jhuka Hwa Mafi Mangta Dekhe To Apni Khwahish Khud Tak Rakhe. Wo Mafi Nahi Mange Gi. Main Maang Loonga. Magar Wo Hargiz Bhi Khandan Walon Ki Anaa Ki Taskeen Nahi Kare Gi. Wo Mujhe Chor De Gi Lekin Apni Anaa Aur Izzat E Nafs Yun Un Ke Samne Nahi Kam Kare Gi."'
(Ammi, I won't repeat all that. If someone wishes to see Hoor seeking bowed forgiveness, they should keep that desire to themselves. She won't ask for forgiveness. I will. But she will boost their ego. She will leave me, but she won't let her pride and honor be diminished in front of them.)
"Kuch Nahi Ho Jayega Agar Wo Maafi Maang Le Gi. Koi Burai Nahi Hai. . Be Shak Is Ne Kuch Ghalat Nah Kya Ho Lekin Wo Barre Hain."
(Nothing will happen if she asks for forgiveness. There is nothing wrong with it. She might not have done soemthing wrong but she is an adult.)
"Ammi Barron Ko Bhi Bara Ban Kar Dikhana Chahiye. Barre Choton Ko Maaf Kar Dete Hain Na? Ghalatiyan Nazar Andaaz Kardete Hain? To Wo Kyun Nahi Karte?"
(Ammi, should elders also not act as elders? Don't elders forgive the younger ones? Overlook their mistakes? Then why don't they?)
"Lekin Hoor Bhi To Mafi Maang Sakti Hai. Kuch Nahi Hoga. Aur Waise Bhi Wo Be Had Zubaan Daraaz Hai, Tum.. Tumhe Chahiye Ke Use Roko." Ahil took a deep breath. Ahil remained silent. He could not explain to her. It was not in his power.
(But Hoor can also apologize. Nothing will happen. And besides, she has an mannerless way of speaking, you... you should stop her.)
"Mard Waise Bhi Haath Utha Kar Ruk Sakta Hai. Deen Ne Ijazat Di Hai Ke Wo Haath Utha Sake. Galat Baat Par. Aur Ghar Basane Ke Liye Aurton Ko Qurbani Deni Hi Hoti Hai. Kuch Nahi Hoga Agar Wo Mafi Maang Le Gi Ya Thora Bohat Bardasht Karle Gi. "
(A man can raise his hand anyway. Religion has allowed him to do so. In the case of wrongdoing. And sacrifices are needed for women to settle in a home. Nothing will happen if she asks for forgiveness or tolerates a little.)
Ahil turned his head. The aim was to calm his mind, but upon seeing Hoor standing, he immediately glanced at Shazia and signaled to Hoor to turn back. For now, remain silent; not every situation requires an immediate expression of thoughts. Hoor clenched her fists, but Ahil's staring eyes seemed to be threatening as well as begging her to turn around. Hoor turned back after glancing at him. For the first time, Ahil's eyes appeared pleading. And just now the situation had improved, she couldn't make him angry again, even though it doesn't matter to her but still.
Ahil took a deep breath. He was grateful that, for the first time in life, or so it seemed, Hoor had listened to him.
"Yani Ayan Wania Baji Par Haath Utha Sakta Hai?" He turned back towards Shazia.
(So, Ayaan can raise his hand on Wania Baji?)
"Kya Fuzool Baat Kar Rahe Ho? Wania ya Ayaan is Qader Bad Tameez Nahi Hai."
(What nonsense are you talking about? Wania or Ayaan are not that ill-mannered.)
"Haan, Yani Wo Bad Tameez Nahi Hai Magar Main Hoon Ke Aisi Harkatein Karon. Agr Ayaan ye kry to wo badtameez likin agr main kruga to theek kiuke samne apke beti nai bahu hai....Hum Nah Is Baat Se Darte Hain Ke Hamari Betiyon Ke Sath Ghalat Nah Ho, Is Se Nahi Darte Ke Hamare Betay Ghalat Na Kar Dein.. Ya Phir.."
(Yes, meaning he is not ill-mannered, but I am capable of such actions. If Ayaan does it, it's considered ill-mannered, but if I do it, it's acceptable because she is your daughter in law, not your daughter.... We are afraid that our daughters will be wronged but never afraid that our sons will do the wrong... Or perhaps...)
Ahil paused for a moment, not meeting her eyes, ."Bhai... Hisaab Mazloom Ka Sath Daine Par Nahi, Zalim Ka Sath Daine Par Hota Hai. Aur Mujhe Yeh Nah Bataya Karien Mard Kya Kar Saktha Hai. Aurat Ko Kya Karna Hai. Mujhe Yeh Bitayen Ke Un Mard Aur Aurat Ki Aulad Par Kya Asar Para. Nah Main Baba Ki Jagah Na Hoor Aap Ki Jagah. Main Apne Aur Us Ke Rishte Ko Apni Aulad Ke Nazriye Se Dekhta Hoon...."
(Brothers... Accountability is not for the oppressed but the oppressor. And don't tell me what a man can do. What a woman should do. Tell me what impact those men and women had on their children. Neither am I at baba's place, nor is Hoor at your place. I see mine and her relationship from the perspective of our child.)
"Kya Kehna Chahte Ho?"
(What are you trying to say?)
" Sirf Itna Ke Main Aap Se Bahut Mohabbat Karta Hoon. Aap Se Bhi Aur Baba Se Bhi, Lekin Mere Liye Shadi Jaise Rishte Ko Aap Logon Ne Pehle Hi Bahut Kharab Kardiya Hai. Mere Aur Hoor Ke Rishte Main Nah Ayen. Bachpan Main Main Aap Ki Zimmedari Tha Ab Aap Meri Zimmedaari Hain. Main Upar Wale Hisse Ka Bawarchi Khana Theek Krwa Rha Hoon. Main Aur Hoor Hote To Phle Bhi Upar Hain Lekin Main Upar Wale Hisse Ko Mazeed Behtar Kardoon Ga Taake Kam Az Kam Is Ka Apna Hissa Ho. Is Tarah Aap Ke Aur Is Ke Ikhtilafat Kam Hoon Ge. Abhi Tak Main Jaanta Hoon Nahi Hue, Lekin Kya Zaroori Hai Ke Ikhtilafat Hone Ka Intzar Kya Jaye? Chunke Main Dekh Sakta Hoon Ke Yeh Masle Ho Sakte Hain, Is Liye Behtar Yahi Hai. "
(Just know that I love you a lot, both you and Baba, but you have already spoiled relationships like marriage for me. Don't get involved in the relationship between me and Hoor. In my childhood, I was your responsibility, but now you are mine. I am fixing the kitchen of the upper portion. Even if Hoor and I are already there, we would still be at the top, but I will make the upper part even better so that at least she has her own part. This way, your and her conflicts will be reduced. I know there aren't many yet, but is it necessary to wait for conflicts to arise? Since I can see that these issues might arise, it's better this way.)
"Tum To Kehte The Wo Ek Maghrour, Anaa Parast Aur BadTameez Larki Hai. Jahan Tak Mujhe Ilm Hai Tumhe Is Se Koi Mohabbat Nahi Hai. Phir Is Ke Maafi Maang Laine Se Tumhe Kya Farq Pahre Ga? Tum To Kabhi Aise Nahi The Ke Maafi Maang Lo? Barre Mamu Se Tum-- "
(You used to say she's an arrogant, self-centered, and ill-mannered girl. As far as I know, you have no love for her. Then what difference will it make to you if she apologizes? You were never the type to apologize. With elder mamu you—)
"Maghrour Hi Sahi, Wo Meri Biwi Hai. Mohabbat Ke Liye Us Se Shadi Ki Bhi Nahi Thi. Haan, Ek Wahid Cheez Jo Main Kisi Ko Karne Ki Ijazat Nahi Don Ga Wo Us Ki Be Izzati Hai. Main Us Ki Izzat Karta Hoon. Mohabbat Honi Hui, Hojaye Gi. Nah Bhi Hui To Main Kam Az Kam Khandan Walon Ke Samne Aap Ko Hamesha Us Ka Sath Deta Nazar Aon Ga. Aur Barre Mamu Ko Beech Main Nah Laya Karen. Aap Ko Apne Bhai Se Be Had Mohabbat Hai Lekin Main Ne Is Duniya Main Kisi Se Bay-Hadd, Bay Hisaab Nafrat Ki Hai To Aap Ke Barre Bhai Hain. Chhote Mamu Se Hoor Ki Wajah Se Mafi Maang Sakta Hoon, Lekin Is Se Ziyada Kuch Nahi. Lekin Mujhe Ab Ehsas Hwa Hai Ke Un Ke Bhi Is Darame Ke Peeche Wajah Barre Mamu Hi Hoon Ge. Nah Main Kisi Se Mafi Maangu Ga Nah Hoor. Is Ke Ilawa Aap Ki Baat Se Inkaar Nahi Kya Karta Main. Aap Janti Hain. Umeed Hai Majboor Nahi Karen Gi."
(Even if she's arrogant, she's my wife. I didn't marry her for love. Yes, the only thing I won't allow anyone to do is to disrespect her. I respect her. If love has to happen, it will. Even if it doesn't, at least in front of the family, I will always stand by her. And I won't involve Uncle in between. You— you have boundless love for your brother, but in this world,If I have boundless, immeasurable hatred for someone, then that's for your elder brother. I can apologize to Hoor because of younger Mamu, but nothing more than that. But now I realize that behind this drama, Older mamu is the reason. I won't apologize to anyone, neither will Hoor. Besides that, I don't reject what you say. You know that. I hope you won't force me.)
"Acha Theek Hai. Main Nashta Bana Deti Hon, Aajao." Ahil shook his head. He had to go inside and argue with Hoor too. Life will be spent doing just that. He picked up his phone and headed towards the stairs. He stood outside the door and calmed himself down. Then he opened the door and went inside. In front of him, she was staring at him with bloodthirsty eyes.
(Alright, fine. I'll make breakfast, come)
"Aaj Ka Din To Tareekh Main Likha Jana Chahiye. Dr Hoor Dilawer Khan Apni Zubaan Qaboo Main Rakhne Main Kamyab Thahri Hain. Kuch Hwa To Nahi Tumhe? Kitni Ajeeb Baat Hai Duniya Waisi Ki Waisi Hai. Koi Farq Hi Nahi Para. "
(Today's day should be recorded in history. Dr. Hoor Dilawer Khan has succeeded in controlling her tongue. Did anything happen to you? How strange it is, the world remains the same. No difference at all.)
"Haan, Hogayi Fuzool Goi?" Ahil nodded at her sarcasm, shaking his head as if accepting that yes, it is finished. Now, you speak.
(Yes, done with your useless talk?)
"Ek Taraf Wania Bhabhi Keh Rahi Hain Ke Larke Hote Hi Aise Hain, Mujhe Hi Badalna Hoga. Aur Doosri Taraf To Meri Saas –Apne Bete Ko Mujh Par Haath Uthane Ke Mashware De Rahi Hain, Aur Bta Bhi Aise Rahi Hain Ke Jaise Sawab Ka Kaam Ho. Pata Nahi Unhon Ne Kon Sa Deen Parha Hai. Mera Wala To Aesa Nahi Kehta. "
(On one hand, Wania Bhabhi is saying that boys are like this, I'll have to change. And on the other hand, my mother-in-law is giving advice to her son to raise his hand on me, and she's acting as if it's a virtuous deed. I don't know what religion she has studied. Mine doesn't say that.)
"Wania Baji Bhi Kaisi Baatein Karti Hain. Tumhare Jaisi Makhlooq Thori Nah Badalti Hai? "
(Wania Baji also talks nonsense. Does a creature like you ever change?)
"Mere Jaisi?"
(Like me?)
"Dheet, Mun Phatt, Bad Tameez, Ikhlaqiaat Aur Tameez Se Nawaqif."
(Stubborn, rude, ill-mannered, ignorant of ethics and courtesy.)
"Ek To Main Aap Ki Wajah Se Khamosh Rahi Aur Aap Hain Ke Bajaye ---"
(I remained silent because of you, and instead of—)
"Meri Wajah Se? ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? ?? ? Main?? Meri Wajah Se? Dr Ahil Mustafa Malik Ki Wajah Se? Ek Minute Ek Minute, Bukhaar To Nahi Ho Raha. Tabiyat Theek Hai? Ammi Aur Wania Baji Ki Baton Ko Dimagh Par To Nahi Le Liya ?"
(Because of me?Me? Because of me? Because of Dr. Ahil Mustafa Malik? Wait a minute, wait a minute, are you getting a fever? Is everything alright? Have you taken Ammi and Wania Baji's words to heart?)
"Aisa Kuch Nahi Hai. Main Kyun Aap Ki Baat Maan-Ne Lagi? Wo To Mera--- "
(There's nothing like that. Why would I start listening to you? I just—)
"Nah Nah Nah Nah Nah, Ab Aap Baat Se Nahi Phir Saktin Dr Hoor. Tum Ne Seedha Seedha Bola Hai Ke Tum Meri Wajah Se Khamosh Rahi. Yeh Tabdeeli Kab Aayi? "
(No, no, no, no, now you can't escape through words, Dr. Hoor. You directly said that you remained silent because of me. When did this change come?)
"Ghalti Se Bol Diya Bas."
(Accidentally blurted it out.)
"Mujhe Waqai Lagta Hai Tum Ne Ammi Aur Wania Baji Ki Baton Ko Dimagh Par lay Liya Hai." Ahil shook his head in denial.
(I really think you've taken Ammi and Wania Baji's words to heart.)
"Yeh Kya Dimagh Dimagh Lagaya Hwa Hai? Baaton Ko Dil Par Liya Jata Hai, Dimagh Par Nahi. "
(What nonsense is this? Words are taken to the heart, not to the mind.)
"Ab Jidhar Jagah Khaali Hogi, Wahein Logi Na." Hoor glared at him with bloodshot eyes.
(Now, wherever there's space, you'll take them there, right?)
"Mere Nah Dil Main Bhi Bohat Jagah Hai. Samjhe? "
(There's a lot of space in my heart too. Understand?)
"Mere Liye?" Ahil acted surprised.
(For me?)
'Dimagh Chal Gaya Hai Kya Is Aadmi Ka? Hoor was just able to think about it.
(Has this man's brain stopped working?)
"Haan. Aap Se Nafrat Ki Bohat Jagah Hai Mere Dil Main." Hoor crossed her arms in front of her.
(Yes. There's a lot of space for hatred for you in my heart.)
"Agar Kabhi Nafrat Nahi Rahi Phir?"
(If hatred ever fades away, then?)
"Kyun Nahi Rahe Gi?" Such conversations used to make Hoor angry. By the way, every talk of Ahil used to be annoying, but now these kinds of things were more annoying. The reason was the change in her heart.
(Why would it fade away?)
"Tum Khamosh Nahi Rehti... Aur Tum Mere Liye To Wo Bhi Nah Karo Jo Tumhe Pasand Ho. Aaj Dono Kaam Sath Hue Hain, Dil Ke Nafrat Wale Hisse Ke Paich Dheele Hue Hain, Kas Lo, Masla Nah Hojaye."
(You don't remain silent... And for me, you don't even do what you like. Today, both of us have worked together, the knots of the hatred in yiur hearts have loosened, fix it, they might create an issue.)
"Bas, Ab Koi Fuzool Baat Nahi. Main Zaroori Baat Kar Rahi Thi, Har Baat Main Larna Nah Shuru Jaya Karen."
(Enough, no more unnecessary talk. I was talking about something important; don't start arguing over every little thing.)
Ahil took a deep breath and became serious. She was never going to believe that it was not him who was fighting, it was her.
"Aunty Aisi Baat Kaise Kar Sakti Hain? Inhen Agar Koi Masla Hai To Yeh Kya Tarika Hai Baat Karne Ka? Matlab Kya Yeh Koi Choti Si Baat Hai? Main Un Mamlat Main Koi Baat Bardasht Nahi Karti. Aaj Pehli Baar Main Khamosh Rahi Hoon. Lekin Agar Aap Main Se Kisi Ko Bhi Koi Khush Fehmi Hai Ke Aisa Kuch Hoga Aur Main Bardasht Karoon Gi Ya Aisi Qurbani Don Gi To Nahi, Main Aisi Koi Qurbani Kabhi Nahi Don Gi. Mujhe Un Se Yeh Umeed Nahi Thi."
(How can Auntie talk like this? If she has a problem, is this the way to address it? I mean, is it a trivial matter? I don't tolerate such matters. Today is the first time I've remained silent. But if any of you have the misconception that I will endure such things or sacrifice or tolerate such issues, no, I will never make such sacrifices. I didn't expect this from her.)
"Hoor, Main Ne Idhar Un Ke Samne Tameez Se Tumhara Sath Diya. Yahan Main Tameez Se, Yeh Kahoon Ga Ke. Wo Meri Maa Hain, Main Jaise Un Se Tumhari Burai Nahi Kar Sakta Waise Tum Se Un Ki Nahi Kar Sakta. Tum Ne Un Ke Samne Kuch Nahi Kaha, Is Ke Liye Shukriya. Unhon Ne Kaha Na, Main Ne Amal To Nahi Kya. Aisi Choti Mouti Baatein Hoti Rehti Hain, Agay Bhi Ho Jaien Gi. Un Ki Bohat Si Baatein Aur Bohat Si Sochon Se Tum Mutfiq Nahi Hogi. Tumhari Aur Un Ki Soch Main Ek Generation Gape Hai. Aur Wania Baji Bhi Shayad Keh Dein, Jaise Kabhi Kabhi Tum Ziyada Keh Jati Ho. Hum Sab Insaan Hain. Ikhtilaaf Ho Jate Hain, Lekin Agar Dosre Insaan Ki Ghair Mojoodgi Main Is Ke Bare Main Ghalat Baat Karen Ge To Dil Main Baatein Reh Jayen Gi. Aur Haan, Is Portion Ko Main Ne Phle Bhi Set Krwana Tha Lekin Mera Khayaal Hai Ke Ab Hum Dono Ko –Apne Mamlat Khud Dekhne Chahiye. Jitne Dekh sakty Hain Itne To Dekhen. Agar Un Ke Sath Hi Rahen Ge To Zahrhe Phir Wo Bhi Kuch To Kahein Ge. Main Nahi Chahta Bila Waja Ke Ikhtilafat Hoon. Tum Furniture Dekh Lena. Phir Mil Kar Safai Waghera Bhi Karlein Ge. Mere Khayaal Se Is Se Phle Koi Bila Waja Behas Ho, Yahi Theek Hai. "
Hoor pondered Ahil's words for a moment, then nodded. Ahil went to change his clothes, while Hoor remained standing there. There was a slight smile on Hoor's face as she heard Ahil. She liked him talking to her in this way. He neither spoke ill nor praised excessively. Calling Ahil guilty because of another person was wrong. Once labeling Ahil wrongly had made her understand many things.
( Hoor, I supported you in front of her with respect. Here, with courtesy, I'll tell you. She is my mother; just as I can't speak ill of her to you, I can't speak ill of you to her. You didn't say anything in front of her, thank you. She said, but I haven't acted upon it. These are trivial matters; there will be more in the future. You may not agree with many of her thoughts and ideas. There is a generation gap between your thinking and hers. And Wania Baji might also say and sometimes you speak too much too. We're all human. Conflicts happen, but if in the absence of another person, we speak ill of them, it will leave things in the heart. And yes, I had planned to set up this portion before, but now I think both of us should handle our matters ourselves. We should see as much as we can. If we continue to stay with them, then they will also say something eventually. I don't want unnecessary conflicts. You can check the furniture. Then, together, we can also do cleaning, etc. In my opinion, it's better if there is no unnecessary argument before that, right?)
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"Haan Jee, Dr Sahib. Kaisa Chal Raha Hai Sab? Hoor Aayi Thi Baat Karne Mujh Se Lekin Lar Kar Wapas Chali Gayi. Tum Par Hi Kisi Baat Ka Gussa Tha. Ab Sab Theek Hai?" Wania handed Ahil a cup of tea. The children were playing. Wania came on the terrace to talk to Ahil. Ayaan was in the room. Hoor was in the hospital.
(Yes, Dr. Sahab. How is everything going? Hoor came to talk to me but left after an argument. She seemed angry with something at you. Is everything okay now?)
"Khair Hai, Us Ka Larna Kon Si Nayi Baat Hai. Khamosh Ho to Fikar Hoti Mujhe, Warna Larre Baghair To Us Ka Guzara Nahi Hota. "
(It's fine; what's new about arguing? If she stays silent, I worry, otherwise, there's no survival for her without arguments.)
"Haan Main Ne Sanjeedgi Se Nahi Liya. Raat Ko Waise Bhi Call Kar K Mujh Se Meri Chai Ki Recipe Pouch Rahi Thi, Yun Jaise Kuch Nah Hwa Ho. Is Liye Mujhe Bhi Samajh Agai Hai Ke Wo Larte Nahi Hai, Baat Hi Aise Karti Hai Ke Samne Wale Ko Lage Lar Rahi Hai. Lekin Main Idhar Us Ki Nahi, Tumhari Baat Karne Aayi Hoon. Wo Keh Rahi Thi Ke Tum Waise Nahi Ho Jaisa Us Ne Tumhe Samjha Tha. Kya Main Is Baat Ka Matlab Jaan Sakti Hoon? "
(Yes, I didn't take it seriously. She called me last night to ask for my tea recipe, as if nothing had happened. So, I also understand that she's not fighting; she talks as if she's arguing with the other person. But I'm not here for her; I've come to talk to you. She was saying that you are not the way she thought you were. Can I know what she meant by that?)
"Matlab Us Se Pouchein Jis Ke Alfaaz Hain. Lekin Jahan Tak Meri Soch Hai, Main Bta Deta Hoon. Yaqenan Aap Ki Nand Ne Mujhe Be Had Ghatiya Samjha Tha Aur Main Itna Ghatiya Nahi Nikla. Ab Ya To Main Ziyada Ghatiya Hoon, Ya Phir Is Se Kam Ghatiya Hoon, Is Ka Jawab Aap Usi Se Len. "
(Ask the person whose words they are. But as far as my thinking goes, I'll tell you. Certainly, your sister-in-law considered me extremely bad, and I haven't turned out to be that bad. Now, either I am worse than she thinks, or I am less bad than that. You can get the answer from her.)
"Tumhe Hoor Kaisi Lagti Hai?"
(What do you think about Hoor?)
"Zeher." Ahil took a sip from the tea cup, pressed it to his lips, and concealed his smile.
(Poison)
"Tumhe Kya Lagta Hai Yeh Chai Ka Cup Tumhari Muskurahat Chhupa Le Ga?"
(Do you think this tea cup will hide your smile?)
"Main Kab Muskuraya?"
(When did I smile?)
"Mujhe Ullu Nah Banaao. Khair, Phle Is Sawal Par Tumahre Maathe Par Bal Ajate The, Ab Honton Par Muskurahat Aa Rahi Hai. Kuch To Badla Hai Yaqenan. Nahi? "
(Don't try to fool me. Well, earlier your forehead used to wrinkle at this question, now there's a smile on your lips. Something has changed for sure. Hasn't it?)
"Aisa Kuch Nahi Hai."
"Pasand Karte Ho?"
"Nahi, Ab Itna Bhi Mamla Kharab Nahi Hwa."
"Mohabbat Karte Ho Is Se?"
"Sawal Hi Peda Nahi Hota."
"Achi Lagti Hai?"
"Pata Nahi."
"Mujhe Seedha Seedha Jawab Do Warna Jooti Utaar Lon Gi. Had Hogayi Hai, Main Apne Kaam Chor Kar Tum Logon Ke Masle Hal Karna Chah Rahi Hoon Aur Tum Ho Ke Nahkre Dikha Rahe Ho. "
(There's nothing like that.
Do you like her?
No, now the matter isn't that bad.
Do you love her?
Some questions are better left unasked.
Do you find her attractive?
I don't know.
Give me a straight answer, or I'll take off my shoes. Enough is enough. I'm trying to leave my work and solve your problems, and here you are showing attitude.)
"Seedha Jawab Hi Diya Hai. .. Bas. .. Phle Se Thori Kam Zeher Lagti Hai, Warna Aisa Waisa Kuch Nahi Hai. .. Aur Ho Bhi To. .. Aap Janti Hain, Kuch Bhi Seedha Sa, Aasaan Nahi Hai. Matlab. .." He paused, took a deep breath, and remained silent for a moment, his gaze directed towards the sky.
(I Gave a straightforward answer... that's it. she's a bit less poisonous than before; otherwise, it's nothing significant. And even if there is... you know, nothing is straightforward and easy. I mean...)
"Mujhe Kuch Samajh Nahi Araha. Main Zindagi Main Kabhi Itna Confuse Nahi Hwa Jitna Ab Hoon. Main Shadi Nahi Karna Chahta Tha. Lekin Main Ne Karli. Ghalat Kya. Insaan Ko Shadi Us Waqt Tak Nahi Karni Chahiye Jab Tak Wo Khud Nah Chahe. Jab Tak Wo Khud Nah Tayyar Ho. Phir Kisi Cousin Se Nahi Karna Chahta Tha. Is Ki Bohat Si Wajohaat Main Se Ek Yeh Bhi Thi Ke Mama Baba Aapas Main Cousins Hain. Wo Jitna Bhi Lar Lete, Alag Nahi Ho Sakte The Kyun K Un Ki Wajah Se Khandan Toot Jata. Rishta Jitna Marzi Bura Ho, Inhen Sath Rehna Tha Kyun K Wo Cousins The. Main Aisa Nahi Chahta Tha. Agar Mera Rishta Itna Bura Hojaye To Main Use Khatam Kar Dunga Lekin Main Kabhi Bhi –Apne Bachon Ki Shadi Jaise Rishte Se Nafrat Ki Wajah Ban'na Nahi Pasand Karoon Ga. Kabhi Kabhi Mujhe Lagta Hai Meri Aur Hoor Ki Laraiyan Aam Hain, Normal Hain Theek Hain Kyun K Yahi Haqeeqat Hai. Aisi Hi Hoti Hai Har Shadi. Happy Marriages Bas Kahaaniyon Aur Dramon Main Hoti Hain. Lekin Phir Mujhe Ehsas Hota Hai Ke..." He stopped, his eyes still focused on the sky.
(I don't understand anything. I've never been this confused in my life before. I didn't want to get married. But I did. I did wrong. A person shouldn't get married until they want to, until they are ready. Then, I didn't want to marry a cousin. One reason among many was that mom and dad are cousins. No matter how much they fought, they couldn't separate because they are cousins. No matter how bad the relationship, they had to stay together because they are cousins. I didn't want that. If my relationship became so bad, I would end it. But I never want to become a reason for my kids to hate relationships. Sometimes I feel like the fights between me and Hoor are common, normal. It's okay because that's the reality. That's how every marriage is. Happy marriages only exist in stories and dramas. But then I realize that...)
"Main To Yeh Nahi Chahta. Kyun Hoti Hai Haqeeqat Aisi? Main Nahi Chahta Aisa Ho. Meri Shadi Main Aisi Nahi Chahta. Main Ne Hoor Se Shadi Ki Haami Bhari Kyun K Main Us Se Nafrat Karta Tha. Wo Meri Zindagi Main Aati, Aur Meri Taraf Se Use Kuch Nah Milta. Us Ki Zindagi Bhi Kharab Hi Hoti. Mujhe Us Se Mohabbat Hoti To Main Shadi Nah Karta. Tab Main Yeh Sochta Ke Wo Mujh Se Bohat Behtar Insaan Ke Qabil Hai. Lekin Ab Wo Zindagi Main Aagai Hai To Main Kabhi Bhi Khud Ko Usay Kisi Bhi Qisam Ki Takleef Daine Par Raazi Nahi Kr Paya. Shayad Shadi Se Phle Tak Ki Baat Aur Thi, Tab Wo Meri Biwi Nahi Thi. Lekin Jab Se Wo Meri Biwi Bani Hai, Tab Se Apne Aur Us Ke Rishte Ko Bachpan Wale Ahil Ki Nazar Se Dekhne Laga Hoon. Baba Lar Kar Chila Kar Ghar Se Nikal Jate The, Mama Ghusse Se Darwaaza Band Krleti Thin. Wo Toote Bartano Aur Bajte Darwazon Ki Aawazian Mujhe Haunt Karti Hain Aapi. Mama Andar Kamre Main Akaile Roleti Thin, Gussa Nikaal Lati Thin. Kabhi Kabhi Hum Par Bhi Nikaal Lati Thin Na. Kitni Baar Un Ko Rote Dekh Kar Inhen Dilasa Hum Dono Ne Diya Tha Aapi. Bas Isi Liye Use Takleef Ho To Mujhe Acha Nahi Lagta. Bachpan Main Baba Lar Kar Nikal Jate To Main Aur Aap Ammi Ko Dilasa Dete The. Aur Wo Sab Waqiyat Zehen Se Nahi Nikalte. Main Nahi Chahoon Ga Ke Meri Aur Hoor Ki Larai Ka Ekhtataam Meri Aulaad Ko Karna Parre. Hamare Samne Itna Lar Kar Baad Main Thik Ho Jate The. Yeh Laraiyan Bhi Phir Kamre Main Krleni Thin. Khair... Lekin.... Wo Bhi To Mujhe BayHad Hi Gira Hwa Samjhti Hai. Theek Hai Hain Masle Mere, Gussa Nahi Qaboo Kr Pata Aur Is Ka Koi Hal Bhi Nahi Nikalta Lekin Main Bohat Si Cheeze Nahi Karta Lekin Wo Nahi Samjhti. .. "
(I don't want this. Why is reality like this? I don't want it to be like this. I didn't want this in my marriage. I married Hoor with resentment. If I had loved her, I wouldn't have married. Then, I would have thought she deserves someone much better. But now that she's in my life, I've never been able to willingly cause her any kind of pain. Maybe it was different before marriage; she wasn't my wife then. But since she became my wife, I've started looking at our relationship through the eyes of the young Ahil. Dad used to leave the house after a fight, and Mom used to close the door in anger. The sound of broken dishes and the slamming of doors haunt me, Aapi. Mom used to cry alone in the room, venting her anger. Sometimes, she would vent it on us too. We've comforted her many times after seeing her cry, Aapi. That's why I don't want her to be hurt. When Dad used to leave after a fight, I and you would comfort Mom. And those incidents don't fade from memory. I don't want mine and Hoor's fights to affect my children. In front of us, so much fighting and then would turn okay later. Those fights could have been confined to the room too. Anyway... but... she also thinks very low of me. My issues, I can't control my anger, and I don't look for a solution to it. But I avoid many things, but she doesn't understand...)
"Haan, Wo Bhi Ghalat Kar Jati Hai, Main Nahi Keh Rahi Sirf Tum Hi Sahih Ho Ya Wo Hai, Lekin Ahil Tumhe Yaad Hai Ahmed Se Shadi Ke Waqt Main Bhi Yeh Sab Sochti Thi. Jin Bachon Ne Walidain Ka Rishta Khobsorat Nah Dekha Ho, Wo Zaroor Apni Azdawaji Zindagi Ko La Shaori Tor Par Hi Sahi, Lekin Apne Walidain Se Compare Karte Rehte Hain. Is Waqt Tum Ne Mujhe Samjha Tha. Tum Ne Mujhe Suna Tha. Tumahre Kehne Par Main Ne therapy Li. Aur Meri Zindagi Bohat Behtar Hogayi. Tumhe Pata Hai, Tum Kehte Ho Ke Happy Marriage Sirf Kahaaniyon Main Hoti Hai, Main Bhi Yahi Samjhti Thi. Lekin Ahmed Ke Sath Zindagi Fairy Tale Lagne Lagi. Nahi, Wo Kahaaniyon Ki Tarah Nahi Thi. Is Main Sab Acha Nahi Hwa. Mera Miscarriage Hwa, Ahmed Ne Apni Nokari Kho Di, Ahmed Ke Abbu Ki Mout Ke Baad Un Ka Be Had Depression Main Chale Jana Lekin Hum Ne Ek Dosre K Sath Diya. Sab Theek Ho Gaya. Tab Waqai Zindagi Fairy Tale Lagne Lagi Thi Lekin. .. Fairy tale Kidhar Sach Hosakti Thi? Main Ne Apni Fairy tale Kho Di Ahil. Aisa Lagta Tha Zindagi Khatam Hogayi Ho. Lekin Main Ne Phir Jeena Seekha. –Apne Bachon Ke Liye. Main Nahi Chahti Thi Ke Ahmed Ke Baad Un Ki Zindagi Main Meri Mojoodgi Nah Hone Ke Barabar Ho. Mujhe Un Ke Liye –Apne Gham Se Nikal Kar Jeena Tha Aur Main Ne Zindagi Jee Hai. Ayan Ki Baari Main Ne Ayan Ko Judge Kya Lekin Meri Majboori Thi Ahil. Main Maazi Ke Zair e Assar Thi. Main Ne Thik Kya. Main Ne Jaan Kar Nahi Kya. Lekin Ab Zindagi Phir Se Behtar Horahi Hai. Zindagi Main Mushkil Waqt Ate Hain Lekin Nah Hum Bhaag Satke Hain Nah Yun Baith Satke Hain." Wania paused. She reached out for Ahil while holding a cup in one hand, placing the other on his shoulder.
(Yes, she also makes mistakes. I'm not saying that only you are right or she is, but Ahil, do you remember when I was getting married to Ahmed, I also used to think about all this. Those children who haven't seen their parents' relationship in a positive light tend to approach their married life cautiously, but they keep comparing it to their parents. At that time, you explained it to me. You listened to me. Based on your advice, I underwent therapy, and my life improved significantly. You say that happy marriages only exist in stories; I used to think the same. But life with Ahmed started to seem like a fairy tale. No, it wasn't like the fairy tales. Not everything was perfect in it. I had a miscarriage, Ahmed lost his job, he went into severe depression after his father's death, but we faced it together. Everything got better. Then, life truly started to resemble a fairy tale. But where can a fairy tale be true? I lost my fairy tale, Ahil. It felt like life had ended. But I learned to live again—for my children. I didn't want their life after Ahmed to be as if I never existed. I had to live for them—to come out of my grief, and I have lived. Regarding Ayan, I judged him, but I was under the influence of the past. I made a decision without knowing the truth. But now, life is getting better again. Difficult times come in life, but we can't run away, nor can we just sit there.)
"Ahil ... Tum Ne Kaha Yeh Sab Aasaan Nahi Hai. Sahih Kaha. Lekin Ek Toxic Rishta, Ek Buri Shadi Bhi Aasaan Nahi Hai. Tum Ne Yeh Nahi Sochna Kya Aasaan Hai Kya Mushkil. Tum Ne Apna Mushkil Chunna Hai. Kon Sa Mushkil Tum Karna Chahtay Ho? Himmat Karke Khud Par Mehnat Karke –Apne Aap Ko Behtar Karna Taake Tumahre Bachon Ka Bachpan Waisa Nah Ho Ya Phir. .. . Lekin Ek Baat Yaad Rakhna. Hoor Bardasht Karne Walon Main Se Nahi Hai. Yeh Jo Generational Trauma Chal Raha Hai, Use Tum Khatam Kar Sakte Ho. Himmat Karo. "
(Ahil... You said all this is not easy. You're right. But a toxic relationship, a bad marriage is not easy either. You don't have to think about what's easy or difficult. You have to choose your difficulty. Which difficulty do you want to face? Have courage, work on yourself through hard work, so that you become better for your children. So that their childhood isn't like yours or... But remember one thing. Hoor is not among those who endure. You can end this generational trauma. Have courage.)
"Bas Mujhe Nahi Pata...... Main..... Main Thak Gaya Hoon. Bas. Bohat Ziyada. "
(I just don't know... I... I'm tired. Enough. Too much.)
"Break Le Lo. Khud Ko Break Do. Kaam Se Break Lo, Taake Tumahre Zehen Main Tumhari Nokari, Hospital Waghera Nah Ho. Tumahre Zehen Main, Dil O Dimagh Main Sirf Tum Aur Tumhari Zaati Zindagi Ho. Kahin Chale Jao, Kahin Nature Ke Qareeb. Pursukoon Jagah. Un Sab Masail Se Daur. Hoor Ko Sath Le Chalo, Acha Hai Waqt Guzaaro Ge Sath To Samajh Sakogay. "
(Take a break. Give yourself a break. Take a break from work so that your work, hospital, etc., are not in your mind. In your mind, in your heart and mind, there should only be you and your personal life. Go somewhere, close to nature. A peaceful place. Away from all those issues. Take Hoor with you, it's good to spend time together so that you can understand each other.)
"Ek Taraf Keh Rahi Hain Ke Masail Se Daur Jaoon. Doosri Taraf Meri Zindagi Ke Sab Se Barre Masle Ko Sath Le Jane Ka Mahswara De Rahi Hain. "
(You're suggesting on one hand to distance myself from the issues, and on the other hand, you're proposing to bring along the biggest issue of my life.)
"Haan, Kyun K Phle Ziyada Zeher Lagti Thi, Ab Kam Lagti Hai. Ho Sakta Hai Ek Din Zeher Lagna Hi Chore De. "
(Yes, because she used to be more poisonous before, but now she is a bit less. Maybe one day she will stop feeling poisonous altogether.)
"Bas Isi Din Se Darta Hoon Jis Din Yeh Larki Zeher Lagna Chor De Gi." Wania smiled and shook her head in denial. These two were not going to change.
(Yeah, I'm just afraid of the day when this girl stops feeling poisonous.)
"Acha Main Chalta Hoon, Use Hospital Se Lena Hai. Der Hogayi To Agle Do din Tak Taane De Gi."
(Okay, I'll leave now. Have to pick her up from the hospital. If I'm late, she'll taunt me until the next 2 days.)
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