Must Read: The Silent Lover - Season 1 - Episode 14

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Must Read: The Silent Lover - Season 1 - Episode 14

The next day, when she entered his luxurious house at the arranged time, she could hardly believe that it was actually happening. Aariz Ali, who had his popularity as someone who doesn’t care about others, never gives any interview, never appears on media, had agreed to talk to her about his personal life.

“Miss Deeba?” He had come forward to greet her as she looked at him.

His personal life, she thougjt, as she made her way towards his dinning room. A mysterious book, which no one had dared to open until now.

With the faintest of smiles, he leaded her up the wide carpeted stairs.

Once she took her place on the big, blue sofa, he lowered his frame into the armchair that matched the blue-flowered sofa.

Once sat comfortably, she took a detailed look of him.

He looked tired. Wearing plain, black shilwar suit, he looked uniquely stylish. Through moderb black-rimmed glasses, his eyes look sleepy, like he’d not slept for days. He had some book in his hands and from it’s thickness, Deeba could juge that it was very lengthy.

“Do you know Deeba?” He said calmly, setting down the book he was reading.

Her own name on his tongue for the very first time brought all of her senses to full alert.

“It seems like there’s some invisible power that pushes me, orders me to tell.you things
which I’ve always kept limited to myself.”
He said softly, his eyes not on her face as usual.

“Anyway,” He tipped his heas back to the headrest of his easy chair. “I’m prepared now. You may proceed.”

She decided to ask right away, instead of wasting her time in preliminaries. As she was not sure of he’d keep on telling all these things she wanted to inquire about or he would change his mind at any instant.

“What was the biggest mistake of your life?”

“Mistake?” He laughed huskily. “I
personally believe that I’m one of the biggest sinners of the world.” He gave her a wounded smile.

“Infact, my whole life has been a mistake.”

Without going into depth of his comment, she asked her next question.

“Do you live here alone? No family?”

“Next question please.” His lips tightened
together.

Her mouth tightened but she did not argue.

“Do you believe in relations and family values?” She asked.

“Relations like what?” He asked back.

“Umm, like mother, father, siblings, wife.”

He smiled absently. “No, I have no one. I live here, all alone. I have no family, no relatives now.”. He murmured expressionlessly.

As usual, this time too, she didn’t miss the chance to see the wetness in his eyes, which was a hallmark of his smiles. Deeba noted he was not looking like the Aariz she had met the other day. This Aariz looked too tired, tensed and broken.

“Don’t you have any friends?” She tried to change the tensed atmosphere.

“Yes, I have, few ones.” He said
uniformly. “Friends, like books, should be few and well-chosen.”

“People say there’s a hand of some woman behind every successful man. Whose hand was involved in your case?” She inquired, staring at him deeply.

“Who said I’m a successful man?” He replied, peering at her over his spectacles.

“People think so.”

“I don’t care about people.” He replied
instantly. “But yes, I do believe in relations like mother’s….” His voice became husky and thick, his throat heavy.

“What is mother?” Can you define this word?”

On her question, he gave her a long look, very long, for the first time. From his expression,.she thought she had asked something really terrible. At some instant, she thought he was about to cry. His gaze shifted to some distant point, and then he closed his eyes painfully.

His voice hollow, he said, ” Mother is a person, who on seeing, that there are only four pieces of bread for four people out of five, announces that she never did care for bread!” He smiled sadly.

At first,.she couldn’t understand what he’d said but as soon she did, she was lost in the beauty of his words.

“Hey you there?” He swayed his hands in front of her eyes……and she came back from the trance, which his talking had produced.

He said no more, which did not suprise her, for he never spoke of his family or background.

“Don’t you ever lose your temper?” She asked petulantly.

“Not sincr I was…..” He caught his tongue before he could say further. “Sonce the time I have become mature…”