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  Benish and Basit first came to the village about two months after Maklava. On the same day, Ishal also went to Maham's house after a long time.   She went straight to Maham's room. During this time Maham and Ishal met a few times, but Maham had never spoken about Morgan. Ashal was angry about this. Maham saw Ashal entering the room and said: "How did you come..." Maham asked cheerfully. "Like he comes every day" A single sentence of Ishal silenced Maham. She lowered her eyes and started looking around. "Such scratches become wounds" I said, didn't Ishal remind me. Looking at his wrist, Maham replied: "There is no wound" When Ashal saw it, she said with a smile: Maham Chaudhry! The wounds of love leave little marks..." "There is no such thing, you are misunderstanding," Maham said seriously. "Very funny...you see her every day from the window...but nothing like that..." Ashal had sneered slightly. ...

  "What does it look like to me?" What does he have to do with me?” Morgan was lost in his own thoughts in the hotel room. At two o'clock he had a meeting with a client from Germany.  The meeting point was the lobby of a five-star hotel. After the meeting, Morgan had dinner with Martin at the same hotel. After that, for the purpose of protocol, Martin was dropped at the airport. When he returned to the hotel, it was 9 pm. He was sick with fatigue. He thought for a while and then called Dadi and informed her that he would come tomorrow. Now even in the hotel room he didn't feel like it. Last night too, he had cut his eyes in the eyes. "A person has about 60,000 thoughts in a day. Morgan had read in a book. Then he started wondering what thoughts have come to me in the last 36 hours...? Apart from the 7 hours he spent with Martin, he only thought about Maham. The man who never let any girl even think about him even in the cold nights of London. Today was help...

"Mashallah... Mashallah... come here to me..." When Ashal came near, Mumtaz Begum kissed her forehead. Ashal's fear was gone. He smelled love from Mumtaz Begum. She was thinking that a single kiss of love bridges the deep chasm of indifference. "I thought you would be upset with me," Ashal said in a sweet voice. "You understood it yourself..." Mumtaz Begum said while examining the surroundings. Everyone was busy eating. She wanted no one to hear her and Ashal's talk. "Why haven't you eaten...? Mumtaz Begum asked looking at the food lying in front of her. "You didn't eat either" replied Ishal looking at the food lying in front of him. "At my age I have to take more medicine... And less food...you eat well, later sit somewhere alone and talk" Mumtaz Begum spoke to Ashal as if the same age was a childhood friend. Mumtaz was unable to understand Begum's and Ishal's closeness as a fool and believer. Only the tw...

  Begum! Now you also give Morgan Sahib a relationship somewhere"Bilquis offered a glass of milk to Mumtaz Begum as well as a proposal."Don't tell him in front of him...he won't care about you either" Mumtaz Begum warned Bilquis while sipping milk. "Yes Begum! I don't understand one thing why Morgan hates marriage so much?"Yes Begum! I don't understand one thing, why does Morgan hate marriage so much?"Balqis! So Kamli hai... you know everything and still you are asking this question" Mumtaz Begum said sadly. Begum! Morgan sir, why don't they all forget?"How can he forget... Bilquis!... How can he forget...?"Mumtaz Begum placed a glass of milk on the side table and rested her head on the bed and took a cold breath. "As if she has forgotten her ashal... Hakim Sahib has also engaged her... The boy is out of country. It is heard that the marriage is after five or six months. After the marriage, he will take the mar...

  Chaudhry Shimoun...! "I saw your Ming today," Malangi said, swaying drunkenly. When Shuki heard it, he laughed and said laughingly: "There is a difference between Ming and Bharjai, crazy...! Today, I have seen my Bharjai and not Chaudhry's Ming."Oh! What are you two doing? I have nothing to drink..." Shimon said while pouring wine into a glass. Chaudhry Shamoon and his friends Malangi and Shawki. In the cold night of December at the camp of Chaudhry Shimoun, the bonfire was lit and the fun of drinking and kebab was returning."I explain... Chaudhry...! Today, a girl from your village came to the wedding hall in the barat base. It was there that I saw Teri Ming while crossing the road. Malangi explained while putting a pint of wine.   "So what will you explain...Malangi king! Let me tell you about Bharjai. Look! Chaudhry! You are my friend; your love does not match with you. That is Maluk Si and Tu Ghabru Jawan...this pair is not getting any...