Must Read: The Silent Lover - Season 1 - Episode 56

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Must Read: The Silent Lover - Season 1 - Episode 56

It was a brilliantly sunlit afternoon in early December, but its beauty was deceptive.
The air had a chilling edge that hadn’t been there earlier.

Komal got a taxi and went straight up to Aariz’s home.

As she walked down the main lobby toward the hall, her footsteps echoed loudly on the marble floor. While moving, her full-skirted tawny skirts rustled, brushing her slim legs. She loved the dress she had chosen to wear; it came from her favorite English designer. Made of taffeta, it was the color of good sherry, the style a modern version of an Edwardian dress, with high neck, a smooth fitting bodice which emphasized her b0s0m, a tight little waist and long, full skirt beneath which were hidden layers of crisp lacy petticoats. It made her feel very feminine.

When she entered the hall, she found Aariz already waiting for her.

“Oh Aariz.” She retorted painfully, obviously hurt by his weak and dejected appearance. “You look so thin and weak.

What have you done to yourself?”
“Life is meaningless to me now.” He said weakly. “Everyone has left me. I feel all alone.”
Although he had lost weight in the past few days, still he looked too good, dressed in a pair of worn jeans and black wool shirt that complemented his eyes. It was open at the collar, revealing the hair on his chest. Komal felt her palms sweat.

“Cheer up, dear.” Komal sat down near him, glancing around the elegant dinning-hall. “Things change. We’ve to move with time, life must go on.”
“But,” He asked loudly, his tone sharp. “Why did all these bad things happen to me?”
“No….” Komal shook her head slowly, looking into his eyes, which now had dark circles around them. “You are not the only one who had suffered. Don’t you see what I’ve faced?”
Aariz stared at her absently but said nothing.

“Your parents had to go that way. You can’t fight with your fate, and its your fate that you have to live without them now.” Komal explained in a gentle voice.

“Assalaam alaikum.” A sweet, feminine voice turned their faces away from each other.

It was Zeest, carrying tea and sandwiches for them.

Komal’s head swung; she stared at the newcomer, brown eyes wide, mouth parted in shock and disbelief.

“How dare you invade my privacy?” Aariz shouted, giving her a look that burned her right away. “Can’t you see I have a guest?”
Zeest almost dropped the drinks as she heard his loud voice. She had noted that he had become even more irritable and frustrated after his parents’ death, losing his temper far more easily. Before her parents-in-law passed away, she had thought her relationship with her husband had improved a lot, but their untimely death had affected him in the worst way possible.

“Get out from here.” He snapped.

Pure insult by her husband in front of another woman brought tears of pain in her beautiful eyes.

“You are a sadist Aariz Ali, who gains satisfaction in giving pain to other people.”
She thought.

Once again she was on the outside looking in, the rejected one. The pain of it was intense.

“No, wait.” Komal raised her hand in a gesture.

Slowly, she turned around and looked at Komal.

“Who’s she?” Komal’s lips quickered and though she spoke to Aariz, her gaze never left Zeest.

“She’s Zeest.” He stopped his tongue before he could add, “My wife.”
“Oh, I see.” Komal sighed aloud. Zeest offered her a cup containing hot coffee.

“So, Miss. Zee….Zee, how are you?” She asked, setting an artificial smile on her lips.

“It’s Zeest Zehra, may I correct Miss.

Komal.” She corrected gently, a friendly smile coming to her lips at the sight of this sweet, beautiful lady who sat before her with all of her feminine grace.

As Komal saw her for the first time, she felt disappointed. She had made a picture of Aariz’s wife, a typical, backward, poor rural girl, who was ill-mannered and illiterate.
But ahead of her, was no such girl, but a graceful, modest and well-mannered lady.
“So, this was the girl who destroyed our dreams.” Komal said, without caring if Zeest could hear her.

Zeest reddened, embarrassed and hurt and yet unable to turn and walk away.

“Forget her.” Aariz commented in a disgusted tone.

“I thought she is a simple, innocent rural girl.” Komal said to Aariz, as she picked up her coffee. As she spoke, she didn’t look at Aariz.

Her eyes were on Zeest. “But she is one clever master piece.”
Aariz raised his brows, not getting her point.

Komal got his silent question and turned to face Zeest again.

“I heard you had finally convinced his mother for our marriage.”
“Yes, I had.”
“Why?”
“Because I didn’t want to spoil his future and dreams.” Zeest explained with great patience.

“You make me laugh.” Komal tried to laugh but couldn’t. “You prevent yourself from committing a crime you already have?”
“How much sugar?” Zeest sent a questioning look at her, putting the spoon in the sugar pot.

“Leave it. You cannot make it sweet anyway.” Konal replied dryly, irritably tossing back her mane of nut-brown hair.

Casting her gaze to the floor, she hoped Aariz couldn’t see the pain caused by Komal’s cruel insult glistening in her eyes.

“When are you two getting married?” Zeeat asked politely, her tone very soft.

“I don’t think it’s any of your business!”
Komal said roughly, giving her a false smile.

“So, you don’t want him to divorce you, huh?” Komal turned to face her again, forcing a calm into her voice she was far from feeling.

“It was just a request.” Zeest muttered in a low voice, her eyes meeting his for a sparkling second.

She bit her lower lip and looked away, carefully avoiding his antagonistic eyes.

“Oh really?” Komal pushed a curl of brown hair back from her amused eyes.

“No.” Komal then charged hoarsely, glaring at her. “It was a very clever trick to get him back into your trap again, so that you won’t miss a single penny of his wealth and property.

For a second, Zeest couldn’t believe that Komal could utter such a cheap thought. Her ego wanted her to give an equal reply in the same tone, but her heart told her that this comment was not worthy of even a small response from her.

“I think I should better go now.” Said Zeest quickly, feeling a bit like a parcel nobody wanted.

As she turned and walked away, Komal looked back over one shoulder, her pretty hair following the turn of her head in a rhythmic flow of fine wave.

“One more thing. Don’t get any ideas about fixing him up with you, because he’s not interested. Is that clear?”
But Zeest had already gone.

“Aariz.” Komal turned to face him once again. “I see no point in her staying here now.

Get rid of her as soon as possible.”
“But Komal…..” He argued. “She had already said that she’d leave this house once we get married. All she wants is……”
“No.” Komal didn’t let him finish his sentence. “As a wife, I can’t see another woman’s name attached with yours. If you want to marry me, you must divorce her first."
Announcing her decision, she picked up her purse and threw one last disdainful look at him.

“The ball is in your court now.” She said and with a toss of her head, she rose and left.