Fights.More Fights.This is how the series of days went from
the very first evening of wedding.Even having a first child as baby boy could
not make any difference.It has been a decade and she had made four kids in this
span.The girl who was perfect idea of partner now looked like someone’s worst
nightmare.Asmara was not an ordinary girl.She was blessed with divine talents
as she was ambidextrous, marvelous speaker, melodious singer and a moderate artist
that it felt like God had squeezed essence of everything in her DNA. She used
to hear her teachers saying “Dear, it’s an unerasable fact that you are going
to turn your ultimate goals into enduring realities”.And in return she always
proved the words said to her. Even until now she had a separate corner where
her medals and shields sang her praise.No one knew when the clouds of misery would
leave her place but it was for sure,
that one day the truth will bring the fairies of mercy to shower peace on
her gloomy heart.One day when sun was throwing its blazing rays on houses and
streets, she decided to go for the grocery.When she entered into the store ,
she badly bumped into a chubby lady carrying a dozen of shopping bags
in her fluffy hands.Everything in
those was trying to escape out of fullness.One orange rolled on floor and
kissed finely pedicured feet of Asmara.Both ladies were so much shocked that
none of them dared to show feminine fight.But then that lady stepped forward
and stood frozen as she had seen something strange.The very next moment Asmara
gathered her senses back and apologized.The Lady forgot her stuff and yelled
“Cooky! Is this really you or am I dreaming?” .When she got no response , she
opened her branded leather bag and sorted out a wooden framed photograph
,showed it to Asmara.There were 3 young ladies and a tall boy with thick mustaches
almost covering his upper lip were standing outside a museum. Asmara could not believe
that the lady in front of her was her best friend shifa yet they had fallen
apart due to her tragic marriage.It was heart-melting to see both hugging, crying
and calling eachothers’ names as if they
stop they would vanish and would never find each other again. Everyone passed by
understood nothing but carried sympathy in their eyes.After that, both spent
hours together and gossiped endless.Asmara and Shifa dinned out in an expensive restaurant
and sipped on hot cappuccino in famous café. They completely forgot that they
had their families waiting for them.When Asmara reached home her frowning husband
was standing in front of main gate as if he was going to kick her out before
she entered.”Whom were you chatting with these whole 8 hours?”.It will be unsafe to tell him about Shifa. She thought.I…I was in……”Her throat refused to utter words.”I asked Where
were you?”.He roared.”I was in market .There was sale on dresses so that’s
why…..”.She replied in a shaky voice.Her Husband exploded like overheated
boiler.”You…ugly liar..Where is all
stuff you bought from that so called sale?”.Asmara realized it was her mistake
to lie but then an idea lit up in her mind.”I had no money so I booked it and
will get home delivery in few days”. “I
don’t trust you so you better not do this again”.He announced his order and
stepped inside. She hurried to reach in the kitchen to shelter herself from
another possible session in this case, if
meal got late to reach on the table.That night she did not sleep as she
would lose the sense of joy if she woke up again.Next morning as everyone left
house for office and school she sent morning greetings to her BFF.In return,
she got a call from her. Shifa's voice was low and worried.”What happened Shifa?You sound unwell.”There was silence for
five seconds.It increased warmth in environment.Asmara felt anxious.”Listen my dear…whatever I am going to tell you is
surely hard for anyone to hear but keep patience until I finish then you are
free to decide.”C’mon Shifa..tell me what’s wrong?”.Asmara sensed something
fishy.”Do you remember the night when I called you for your email
password?”.”Yeah I remember but didn’t you forget that as you told me next
day.”said Asmara.”Actually…(3 second silence)I didn’t.” “So?”.Asmara’s voice
filled up with rudeness.”Asmara...Please hold on”.She could hear air escaping
out of her nostrils.”I regret I was unintentionally part of what happened to you but believe me I came to know this after a
year.It was probably june when one day someone wrote me a letter.I’m still
unaware of the person but it told me everything.I want you to read it
yourself.”Asmara burst into tears but didn’t let her notice it.”Okay.Come home within an
hour.Don’t be late”.Call was disconnected. After 45 minutes door knocked so
badly as the one outside will tear it like a paper.Asmara rushed towards door
and when she opened it, her husband came in.She stood up there with pale face
and shivering legs.If he finds
shifa here he will never let me know the truth.God Please help.She
thought to herself.She was so drowned into her thoughts that she didn’t listen
to him.After 10 minutes when he couldn’t find anyone at home he returned
satisfied.It was not first time he did so.She remembered it was his daily routine
in earlier days but it lessened with the passage of time.She stoodstill in front
of door worshiping.At last someone slid a violet envelope under the door tied
with purple silk ribbon.She looked through door lock but no one was
outside.Rather opening the envelope,she
tore it fiercely.Two folded papers came out.One seemed old with faded words but
other was written with fresh ink.
Letter#1
Dear Asmara,
I don’t feel
myself able to face you but Your truth is in your hands and your final decision
will decide my position.
Love,
Shifa
Letter#2
Shifa
Bukhari,
I hope
you find my letter in better state of health.Read this to the end because it’s
going to reveal all secrets behind Asmara’s Tragedy.I am the unluckiest father who completely failed to give better
lifestyle to my children.They opened their eyes in the dark rooms where poverty
whirled in every nook and cranny.None of them completed school except one
daughter who grew up with an evil mind. She wanted luxuries and used to steal wherever
she got a chance.At last, she worked hard and got scholarship in university.We
wondered how she did it but we celebrated.I didn’t know she bore a lot of hate to people having
money and talents.I always told her make goals part of your life, don’t make
them your life otherwise you will be destroyed but she never considered my
words .One day she came home and felt happier than ever when I asked her she
only said” it is the high time for me to accomplish my biggest dream ever.”Then,
she called someone and talked for hours as if she was planning something
important.The only word I could hear was “Professor” which she deliberately
pronounced louder.Then,
she left home and returned with some papers in her hands.She had exams after a
week but she studied nothing.I was so much worried about her because she had never compromised on her education before but when result was out she stood as topper.This
made me approach her study room and found some dried ink pens, torn papers and a diary
in her drawer.It aroused my curiosity
that I brought it with me and left.At night when everyone was in
deep slumber I opened her diary’s first page and saw her name with someone
else’s.I wondered.Then, I turned to next there was long list
of resolutions which
demonstrated her criminal mind.One of
them shocked me ,it was about Asmara.My daughter was going to ruin her with
complete support of a professor and a university mate.I hurriedly went to yesterday’s date and as expected there was
all the planning written there before I could finish I felt someone peeking
behind me .I couldn’t move and felt the fear frozen in my nerves.It was her
furiously watching me reading her secrets.She did not take her diary away but
the fire in her eyes made me sense so.Rather holding it she slapped it and it
flew away from us.”You..old poor man…How dare you touch it?...”.I didn’t
respond.”Well! No problem.You still don’t know the core part of it.(Hah)…but if
you try to spoil it I won’t hesitate to harm you.”She left.My conscience damned
whole night for not stopping her but I felt weak to do anything.After few days
of anxiousness I forgot.Two months later I observed she was getting mad as if
she had been bitten by a dog.We admitted her in hospital where she fought with
death to give her more days to live but she failed and before her last breathe
she told me how she conspired against Asmara by taking hold of her email
account by threatening her closest friend and this was you.How she helped a
professor to revenge her son’s insult which was gone viral because he proposed
Asmara and she bluntly refused.Then, how she sent inappropriate content from
Asmara’s account to that professor and how he leaked this to everyone and her
education and career hence obliterated.But it’s more heart-breaking to know
that the guy who threatened you was the jealous competitor who never got a chance
to get higher grades than Asmara and to avenge he married her to put all his
hate on her.Another reason was to give her pain which he felt with his friend
on denial of proposal.This is all I wanted to tell you.I’m guilty but I’m not
begging for pardon because it is unworthy.Tell Asmara If you ever get a chance
that her enemy has died.
From,
Criminal’s
Father.
“So, the man I’m living with isn’t my partner but an avenger “.She
sighed with grief.At evening, she wore one of the best of her black shades in
dresses, left her shiny blonde hair open, put on light shade of lipstick with creamy pink blush on
cheeks, statement necklace in her long neck with stone rings in her subtle
fingers.She looked adorable and irresistible.When he entered the room, he was
holding huge office files in his
hands.She pretended as she hasn’t felt his presence there.Looking out of window
she looked as mother fairy spreading love in air.He never called her by her name
but today he couldn’t stop himself to talk to her.He found
himself free from hate he always felt in
his heart.”Asmara…”.The Room witnessed warmth in his voice.She turned to him
and furrowed her brows.Her face wore serious gestures which were never seen
before.”You wanna say something?”.She inquired.He put his files on bed and came
towards her.”Please sit.I want to talk”.She was puzzled on his kindness.”Today
I met your friend shifa when I was
returning home.I wanted to see if she hated you too.But what she told me pushed strong feeling of shame in me.I always blamed
you for insulting my friend and sending
those emails to his father but I
had no idea it was all conspiracy against you.I have given you so much pain now
I want you to decide independently whether I deserve to be with you or
not.”Without taking a minute she said ”I want divorce.”He nodded while
looking down on floor.So, the
following days went in signing different papers to legally
announce separation of the two.At last, when she spent a week without him she
realized his hate was not just a feeling
it was the source to evoke emotional attachment with him.That night she sang
for him.
What a crazy night that day; I spent with you.
Soaring high with meteors and stars…
In those hides and seeks did I find your face;
A glistening piece of illusory visage,and
Then came me ,the air of veracity;
Shook me out of those deceptive dreams
Cause you were not with me anymore,
And that was the reality.
The
End
