Must Read: The Silent Lover - Season 1 - Episode 13

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Must Read: The Silent Lover - Season 1 - Episode 13

“So, how was your meeting today?” Sheeba asked, putting a cream biscuit into her mouth.

“Well, as I’ve told you, the plan didn’t work like the way we expected; still I got more than what I wanted.” Deeba told her happily.

“Yeah.” Sheeba said thoughtfully. “I didn’t think he could guess about your dummy journalist role so easily.”

“How was his behavior?” Sheeba asked, curious as ever.

“His manners were flawless the entire evening, courteous, respectful, and ever the gentleman.” Said Deeba.

“Even apparently too.” She told
Sheeba. “He looks so wonderful in glasses. Nothing like an Indian or English movie star, he is a unique star in his own self. He has his own district personality.”

“I see,” Sheeba gave her knowing glance. “It seems to me that you like him more than I thought.” Sheeba stated with a meaningful expression on her peace.

“Yes I like him.” Deeba said soberly. “More than that, I adore him, I respect him, but not like the way you think.”

“Meaning?” Sheeba raised her brows quizzically.

“What’s wrong with you Sheeba?” She asked her sister, giving her an amgry
look. “Okay, I admit, he’s very close to my ideal and he is my favorite poet. But don’t think I have lost my mind for him. And even if I had, he is too far from my reach.”

“Your ideal?” Sheeba turned to face her now. “You never told me about thay. How’s your ideal?”

“Very much like him.” Deeba said dreamily. “Calm, yet dominating.”

“Dominating?”
“Come one dear, don’t you know I don’t like “dubboo” type or “buddhoo” kind of men?” Deeba stared at her sister, confused. “I’ve always like dominating men.
A man who could guard his woman like a shield, instead of following her, walking behind her.”

“Oh yes, that I know.” Sheeba smiled in answer. “Your wierd philosophy that Pakistani girls are mainly of two kinds.”

“Aha, and what are those?”

“First kind of girls want an all-time friendly husband, who always walks side-by-side with them, free and intimate as ever.”

“Hmm, and second?” Deeba smiled. She was suprised by the fact that her sister had not forgetten their once-held discussion about which kind of husbands they would prefer themselves.

“Second variety of girls wants a dominating husband. A man who could guide then through different twists and turns of life, holding their finger in his hand, right?” Sheeba wanted her confirmation.

“Yes, but it’s not just that.” Deeba added. “A husband who can be a strict teacher, guiding you about what to do and what not, a wonderful, gentle lover and a caring friend, all at the same time.”

“Well sister.” Sheeba sighed. “I can only pray for you that you find such kind of guy some time. Though the chances are very
rare.”

Deeba didn’t reply this time.

“So, he was good with you, right?” Sensing her elder sister’s reaction, Sheeba changed the topic.

“Yes, very much. He didn’t talk anything rude or bad. His expressions, his gestures were very decent.” Deeba could never get tired of this topic.

“I still feel that he doesn’t belong to this world. I mean he looks so isolated.” Sheeba stated.

“That’s what he says too.” Deeba breathed coldly. “That he doesn’t belong to this world. He has his own world”.

“But I had an impression that he is rude and proud, specially his behavior with women……..” Sheeba remarked.

“Not at al.” Deeba cut in. “Go, and read all of his poems. He cares about women, respects them.

“Well.” Sheeba got up from her place. “I am not sure that he will tell you anything about his personal life. People like him feel weird pleasure in keeping themselves hidden and mysterious. They actually know that this is the secret of their popularity.”

“Wait and see.” Deeba smiled as she put her forearm on her eyes and closed
them. “Let’s see what happens.”
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He was sitting back in his chair, his hands cupped behind his head, when the telephone rang.

He rose to answer it.
“Yes?”

“Assalaam O alaikum sir.” From the other side, came a familiar feminine voice.

“Walaikum salaam.”

“Sir, it’s me Deeba. Deeba Rizvi.” From her voice, she sounded very excited and refeshing.

“Oh” A long breath escaped out of his lungs. Surely he had not forgotten this very interesting girl.

“Sir,.you promised to tell me more about yourself.” She asked hopefully.

“Listen.” He replied spotlessly. “First, I didn’t promise that I’d tell you more about myself, and second it’s not next week if I’m not forgetting, I told you to call me next week but you’ve called earlier.”

“Oh, sorry. I couldn’t wait.” Said Deeba, now she sounded disappointed.

“Anyway. What do you want to ask?”

“Sir, I want to know more about you. I mean
I’d be really glad if you could tell me more about your personal life.”

“Whoever you are.” He said a little harder than ever, and for the first time Deeba thought he was about to lose his temper finally.

But suprisingly, his voice and tone became normal again within a second, as calm and soft as ever.

“I just don’t understand why you have this much interest in my personal life.”

She kept herself silent this time.

“Do you have any convincing reason why I should let you open the private book of my life?” He asked firmly.

“Yes sir.” She said courageously this time. ‘I can convince you.”

There was a long silence on his side. Perhaps, he was thinking.

“Alright.” He finally answered. “You have five minutes to convince me why I should tell you about my personal matters.”

“It would be something better for the newer generation like me, to follow upon.” She gave her first reason.

“We can learn a lot from your mistakes if you did any. People want to know, as your fan, someone has right to know about you as much as he or she could.”

“I just don’t understand why and how you see it as something beneficial for you.” He argued.

“Then let’s talk about it and we shall see.” She was determined to try until her last effort.
Again, he took several moments to give his answer, but when he spoke, it rang wedding bells in her ears.

“Alright Miss. Deeba, I’ll see you at my home tomorrow, 5 p.m sharp.”

And he hung up the reciever.