Must Read: The Silent Lover - Season 1 - Episode 35

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Must Read: The Silent Lover - Season 1 - Episode 35

Komal stopped chewing and swallowed, her eyes snapping.
“You know, you really should wear something other than jeans to school. I’m telling you, university period is the best time you’ll ever have, and with a body like that you could have them eating off your hand.”
“Do you think of me as one of those who came to college to find a husband?” Komal asked, not believing what her friend had just said.
“No big deal if you give it a try anyway.” Mawara said without much care.
“What do you mean?” Komal flashed her an angry look. “Didn’t you get my email about that guy in Karachi?”
Komal heard Mawara gasp aloud.

“Oh……” She let out a longer than usual breath. “So were you really serious?”
“I’ve never been this serious about anything in my whole life.” Komal said confidently.
“Sorry.” Mawara whispered, her eyes sparkling. “Okay, I’m serious now.” She straightened herself up on the chair, changing her facial expressions.
“Tell me about him.” Mawara said evenly.
“What does he look like?” Mawara wanted to know and Komal was quite astonished how clearly a picture of him sprang into her head.
“Come on, Komal. Spit it out!”
“Handsome, wealth, and hard, cruelly hard.” Komal added almost defaintly, her hand trembled a little as she poured coffee from the resturant carafe into her cup.
“Okay, slow down for a second girl, you’re talking way too fast. Now what’s this all about again?”
“We met in some wedding and fell for each other instantly. He is daring and bold but still reserved, and this is what I really like about him” Komal said as she braced both arms against the edge of the table and leaned toward her friend, glaring.
“But there’s a problem.” Komal lowered her voice to a whisper.
“Umm…..not unexpected.”

Komal looked back at her silently, as if asking why it was not inexpected.
“I mean…..” Mawara got her message. “Most love stories do have some problems.

They don’t often go so smoothly like we expect them to be.” She gave Komal’s hand a reassuring sq££ze.
“So tell me, what’s the problem?”
“He is from a different sect.”
“What nonsense.” Mawara flushed aggresively. “You can’t be serious.”
“Well…. Mawara, for some ‘conservative’ people, it’s really a matter of life and death.”
“And who are those ‘conservative’ people?” Mawara asked sarcastically.
“Parents.” Komal said shortly.
“Umm.” Mawara tapped her head back to the chair and a long breath escaped out of her lips.
“That I can believe.” She said, lost in her thoughts now. “Some of those typically backward Paki parents really have a thing for stuffs like that.”
“That’s what I’m really afraid of.” Komal said in a worried tone.
“Parents are either completely blind, or they don’t miss a trick.” Mawara murmured.
“I’m really scared Mawara.” Komal gasped. “I can’t imagine myself living without him now. What if my parents object?”
“Hard cheese. It’s your life, not theirs, and no one can dictate how you live it.” Mawara said mercilessly.

Her face softened as she saw the glitter of tears in Komal’s eyes. She had to change this sensitive topic now.
“Komal……what about some joint?” She addressed her friend, as she brought a long, white cigarette out of her purse.
“What’s this?” Komal asked, her eyes growing wider as she stared at the weird cigarette.
“Let’s try Sheesha today.” Mawara winked for the third time today.
“Sheesha?” Komal couldn’t understand what she meant. “Is it some drug?”
“Oh no…..plain leaves. Nothing else. It soothes your mind.” Mawara said as she lit the fore-end of the cigarette. “It’s fun you know. Something very good to smoke.”
“I’d rather keep myself away from your stupid things.” Komal said repulsively.
“Can you?” Mawara said, exhaling smoke with the words. “I guess you probably had a pretty good time back in Pakistan.”
“What the hell do you mean?” Komal inquired arrogantly, although she knew Mawara was just joking to make her mood better.
“The Paki guys must be all over you on dates.”
“Stop it Mawara. Be serious, what do you think I am?”
“You?” Mawara repeatedly amusedly. “A very attractive girl.”
“You turn heads, Komal.” Mawara said seductively. From her expression, Komal could see that she was back to her typical funny mood again, and now it was useless to talk to her about ‘him’.

After they had eaten their club sandwiches, Mawara drove her friend back home. As they reached Komal’s house, Mawara threw one last look at her best friend, with wide frightened eyes.
“If anything happens to you……” Mawara left her sentence unfinished.
“Nothing is going to happen to me.” Komal gave her a confident smile. “I just need your best wishes.”
“Yes, the biggest thing has already happened to you!” Mawara’s features softened as she saw the happy, content face of Komal.
“What’s the date tomorrow, by the way?” Mawara asked suddenly.
“14th November.” Komal told her, confused at her sudden change of track. “Why do you ask?”
“Do you know why 14th November is called Children’s day?” Mawara asked very seriously.
“No, why?”
“Because it is exactly nine months after Valentines day.”
Komal’s loud laughter followed her as she pushed down the accelarator.