Must Read: The Silent Lover - Season 1 - Episode 44

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Must Read: The Silent Lover - Season 1 - Episode 44

She managed to pull herself together and called Aariz on the phone later that night.

“Aariz…” She was crying.
“Yes, Komal….my Komal, I am here, anything wrong?” Her fearful voice made his heart suffered.

“I…. I can’t live without you Aariz.” Unable to control herself any longer, she emptied her heart at once. “I have to get you Aariz. I love you so much.”

There was a unique desperation in her voice, which was very new and yet satisfying for Aariz as he heard her saying.
“I have become tired now, trying to understand myself, but you can’t be anyone’s, expect me.”

“I’m yours.” He said firmly. “All yours.”
“I am scared….. I don’t know what would happen.” Komal’s words were spiced with fear, and she couldn’t stop shivering.

“Hey take it easy.” He told her gently. “Zeest had already agreed for my second marriage with you.”
“Really?” Komal said aloud, with mixed emotions of happiness and excitement. It was very unexpected news for her.

“How can you be so sure? What if….”
“Don’t.” He said sharply. “Let’s see what we’re faced with. Don’t borrow trouble. Everything will be alright.”
“But……first I want you to divorce her.” She said
“Divorce?” He was silent for a moment. Although he and Zeest were not practically married but he hadn’t thought about divorce yet.

“I’ll talk to her about that. Don’t worry, okay?” He said, taking a shuddering breath.
“We’ll fight for our right, dear!” He assured her.

He sounded so sure; she wanted to believe him. She had to believe him.
That night, they talked for hours, each emptying their hearts. There were refreshing promises, evetlasting hopes, storms of emotions, intimate confessions, and future plans to exchange.

It was about 5 a.m when Komal finally put down the reciever, feeling much better and relieved. As she closed her eyes, warmth surged through her, and she knew suddenly that everything waa going to be alright.
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For the next month, Aariz stayed clear of Zeest and she could never seem to make up her mind whether she was happy or sad about that.

Meal times were stilted affairs with no one saying very much. She rarely saw him smile anymore.

He remained aloof whenever she was around, always very brisk and business like.
By then, the lack.of rest and sleep began to paint faint shadows below her eyes, and they didn’t go unnoticed by her mother-in-law.

“Aren’t you feeling good, Zeest?” She asked at the breakfast table one morning, eyeing her critically.
“I….. I’m alright, mother.” She said softly, her eyes low as usual. “It’s just that I have nothing to do.” She tried to smile.

“Why not?” Mrs. Ali’s eyes widened. “You can do whatever you want, daughter. Keep yourself busy.”
“I try….but.” She said in a low voice. “Servants do all the work. I’m just not used to that.”
“I understand.” Mrs. Ali sighed aloud. “It must not be very easy for you to adjust to the city environment so soon, right?”
“Mother, I lived in Islamabad for three years.” She told her soberly, a gentle smile playing on her lips. “I graduated there.”
“Oh wow!” Mrs. Ali was truly suprised. “You’re a graduate?”
“She nodded in answer. “I have also done some short courses in cooking, interior designing and decoration.”
“Well, that’s great.” Mrs. Ali was beaming from ear to ear. “Your hobbies are very positive and healthy.”
Blushing, she lowered her head and said, “Mother, I….. I needed your permission.”
“Yes, yes?” Mrs. Ali asked, very much willing to co-operate. “For what?”
“Back in my village, I used to teach young children about islam and ethics.” She told her in a soft voice, still keeping her eyes down. “I was thinking if I could continue that over here too.”
“That’s a very good idea.” Mrs. Ali was happy. “There’re many children in this neighborhood, and I’m sure their parents will be very willing to send their children for this nice purpose. We can also advertise in the newspaper.”
“Thank you so much, mother.” Zeest said affectionately, her voice reflecting her true love for her mother-in-law. It was true that without her parents-in-law’s support, she was not going to survive in this atmosphrre where he………. She couldn’t think anymore.

“Infact that would be a very good idea to keep yourself busy.” Her mother-in-law said, and at the same instant the door was flung open with a crash and Aariz appeared, his face dark with rage.

Zeest could see he was in his bad temper—-was that his usual mood or is it only because of her?
He glared across the room at her and his mother, and then threw a furious look at his mother.

“What the hell is going on here?” He was fully prepared for work, wearing a charcoal-gray suit, cream shirt and maroon tie.

Silence fell like a brick into their conversation and both Zeest and mother-in-law looked at him in suprise.

“I do not recall inviting you for breakfast, Aariz.” Mrs. Ali said icily. “You are forgettig your manners.”
Without giving her a reply, his face turned to Zeest and he ordered her harshly. “You! Leave this room at this very second.”
She was about to obey him when Mrs. Ali’s voice gripped her feet, rooting her to the spot.
“How dare you ask my daughter to leave?” She flared. “Sit down, Zeest. Take no notice of him.”
“We can’t talk in front of strangers!” He bit out.

Unable to take it any longer, Zeeat managed to say, “Mother, I’m done with my breakfast.”
Finishing her sentence, she left the room quietly, leaving mother and son alone.
“What do you want?” Mrs. Ali asked harshly, looking at her wristwatch.

“I wanted to talk to you about my marriage with Komal.” His tone was short and hard.

It took a superhuman effort for Mrs. Ali to maintain her patience.

“There is no time and no place to discuss this matter at all.” She said, trying her best to keep her voice low.

She glanced at her son who sat at the opposite end of the table. Seeing his intense and aggresive attitude, she tried to take it easy for now.

“Can you tell me one fault or weakness you find in your wife?” She asked.
“I didn’t say she has weaknesses. It’s just that she is not my ideal.” Aariz argued.

“Idealism is nothing.” She said casually. “It’s just a self-made imagination of your own mind. You can make Zeest your ideal. It all depends on you.”
Swallowing a curse, he nodded. “Yeah, right. I could think about that, if I haven’t found my ideal yet.”
“And who is that?” She echoed innocently.
“Komal.”
For seconds, his mother just sat there, thinking.
“I’m not going to let you marry some out-of-community girl and that’s my last word on the subject. Please waste no more time now.” She wiped her mouth with tissue and rose from her chair.

“You’ve spoiled my life, mother.”
His sentence was unheard by his mother as she slammed the door loudly behind her.

He just sat there, alone at the table. For some reason, he felt isolated, very much alone for the very first time in his life. He felt like a loser.

This was when Zeest entered the room, bringing fresh tea and coffee for him.
“The whole world had turned it’s back on me.” He said as if talking to himself.

“When you think the world has turned it’s back on you, take a look, you most likely turned your back on the world.”
Although she didn’t raise her voice, he heard what she said.

“Shut up!” He thundered.
“Tell me very quickly and very precisely just what the hell you want from me! Because if you continue these acts and gestures, I won’t be responsible for my actions.”
But she had already left the room. His question struck with the walls and echoed back to his already burning mind.