Must Read: The Silent Lover - Season 1 - Episode 19

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Must Read: The Silent Lover - Season 1 - Episode 19

Aariz called Shaheryaar at his offixe first thing the next morning.

“I want her phone number”.

“Whose?” Shaheryaar could not get him.
“Come on Yaar.” Aariz said, displeased at his friend’s memory. “I’m talking about Komal, your cousin’s cousin.”

“Oh,” Shaheryaar took a ling breath. “Are you really serious Aariz?”

“Now that’s totally ridiculous,” Aariz said with artificial anger. “Didn’t you guess anything last night?”

“Umm, yeah but I thought it was just simple, plain admiration and that’s all. I didn’t think you were really into her.”

“You forgot what you said last night?” Aariz smiled. “That you’ve got a black tongue. Now here’s another proof for that.”

“But are you sure?”

“What the hell do you mean by that?” Aariz asked angrily.

“I mean, are you aure about your feelings? Are they real or do you just want friendship with her?”

“I already have a lot of female friends and you know that very well.” Aariz
stated. “It’s not just time passing. For the first time in my life, I am feeling something really genuine, straight from my heart.”

“But…..” Shaheryaar said after few moments. “She…. She is different .”

“What do you mean by different?”

“She is not from our community, man.”

“Oh, does that realky matter?” Aariz laughed emptily. “I thought she is alien or something.”

“Aariz, this is not some game or fun.”

“That’s what I’m trying to tell you, stop kidding and give me her phone number.”

There was a brief silence on the other side, then he heard Shaheryaar’s breath.

“Okay. I don’t have her number right now.
But I can take that from Shahper uncle.”

“Do that soon.”

“Alrigt buddy, I’d call you in twenty minutes.”

As Aariz set the reciever back to the cradle, his breath grew fast.

“So Mr. Aariz”He told himself. “You finally got what you were looking for, huh?”

“My ideal, the princess of my dreams, my ‘girl’.” He placed his hands behind his nap and sighed contently.

“How would she react?”

“What would be her response?”

From what he’d guess after his short meeting last night, she looked friendly, outgoing and social kind of girl. Exactly like the kind of girl he had in his mind. Smart, open-minded and modern, one who could be freelu able to move in society, walking side by side with him.

He had to have this woman…….this prize, this angel.

He leaned back and closed his eyes. He had not been able to sleep for a minute last night. As whenever he tried to close his eyes, her face came in front of his eyes.

“Yes, all the symptoms were there.” He thought and smiled at himself.

He still remembered the soft brush of her long dark brown hair, the sweet smell of her perfume.

To say she was stunning was an
understatement. But at the same time, he was sure that his attraction to her was more than physical.

And then, the memory of his conversation with Shaheryaar came into his mind.

Things had been so true so far. He couldn’t believe it.

“Does marriage change one’s life?” He had asked

“Well yes. It does.” Shaheryaar had told him.

“How much?” He had asked again.

“Depends.”

“On what?”

“On circumtances, natures, characters and ……..in your fate.” Shaheryaar had finally said.

He opened his eyes and smiled.

But he was sure about one thing; his life had changed even before marriage.

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The alaarm clock went off precisely at ten o’clock in the morning. Komal rolled over with a groan while her hand fumbled over the
bedside table to find the clock and shut it off.
The urge was strong to go back to sleep but her conscience wouldn’t let her. She tried to push the sleep from her face without success and lethargically swung her legs from beneath the silky bedcovers onto the floor.

Her eyes, heavy with the sleep, opened to mere slits as she stumbled to the chair where her cotton robe was lying.

Just then, her bedside telephone rang with full disturbing sound.

Angry and confused at the same time, she first looked at the wall clock of her bedroom and then reached to answer the phone.

“Damn. You never leave me Mawara!” She hissed in an angry tone, without even
confirming about the person on the other side.

Silence.

“Hello?” She asked, even more
confused. “Who’s this?”

“Good morning.” After a brief silence, came a heavy, purely masculine voicd, which was enough to stimulate the deepest nerves of her being.

She didn’t say a word, trying to recognize him.

“Don’t think too much. I don’t like philosopher kind of girls.” He laughed soberly.

“May I know who you are?”

“Sure, why not. I’m very much willing to give you my whole biodata, if you’re interested,” Said the voice on the line.

“Listen…..” She opened her tongue harshly. “Whoever you’re…..”

“Aariz,” He breathed, before she could say further. “Aariz Ali,”

He didn’t let her finish her sentence but did finish her confusion in the most fabulous way possible.

“Oh,” A long shuddering breath escaped out of her lungs through her trembling lips as she sat up straight.