He was listening to half-length news in the lounge where the latest information about today's gang war was being provided. Haider took one last deep puff of his marijuana-filled cigarette and tossed it in the ashtray. Then the doorbell rang. The look of disgust on his face.
"Who is it now?" He muttered and got up and came to the gate. He peeked through the door. Mohsin was standing outside. He opened the gate.
"How are the wounds?" He asked as he entered.
"Better! So now?" Haider came to the lounge.
"Yes, there is a blockade outside. That's why he came here. Is there anything to eat?" Mohsin turned straight to the kitchen. He was limping. He also had a bandage on his forehead. This wound was in today's fight. He came.
"Yes. I have pizza and chicken in the fridge. Put it in the oven." Haider replied loudly while sitting in the lounge. Mohsin opened the fridge and started checking. Haider was changing the channel holding the remote.
"Listen! Zainab was leaving when I was coming. Why did she come here?" Mohsin put the pizza in the oven and took out the beer cans from the fridge and put them on the counter.
"Yes, I did," Haider said.
Mohsin was shocked and looked at the semi-long haid in the front lounge but refrained from saying anything. After a while he came to the lounge for a plate of pizza and beer.
"Yes, tell me now." Mohsin asked with interest. Zainab's story seemed very serious to him from the beginning. Because she was the only girl who cared about Haider. She would often call Mohsin to get the news of Haider and take care of Haider. She kept insisting on keeping it.
"What can I tell you? Neither she could fit in my mood nor I could fit in with her. It's straightforward. I don't keep it for no reason. My job is done, otherwise it will be fine. Otherwise, he will go his own way, I will go my own way!" She stared at him.
"She loves you." Mohsin wanted to embarrass her. Haider waved but remained silent.
"She is a good girl. She wants to be with you in all circumstances." Mohsin wanted Haider to embrace her wholeheartedly.
"Look man! This is the love you make, not you people. Like you did to Rimsha. Now you are bound by it. Even if someone else likes you, you people can't do anything, you can't live openly, you can't enjoy openly. Yes, I think she is a good girl. I also like her. But freedom is dearer to me and I do not understand this love anyway. How is it possible that this can happen to a human being, then stay with him. "Haider He spoke sarcastically.
"Girls like it. They talk to beautiful girls. They also entertain their hearts. If someone agrees, they move the conversation forward. But what is in the heart is Rimsha. That is what love is. We have to make it. ”Mohsin said while eating pizza.
Haider smiled at her.
"You guys make this love, I am so happy. Whoever stays with me will have to obey me. She will stay with me as long as my heart desires. When my heart is full. The intercourse is over! And As for girls like Zainab, they should meet like her. I told her that she would not do such a thing. So I told her not to have intercourse again. What can I do? Haider said and put the can of beer in his mouth.
"And what's this new affair?" Mohsin also picked up a can of beer.
"She is outside. Innocent C. Hussain has her eyes!" Khizri waved in Haider's eyes.
"You like innocence anyway." Mohsin laughed.
Haider also laughed and shook his head in denial.
"No, I don't like innocence, I like to take off the cloak of innocence. These are the girls who look like innocence, they don't have to wrap themselves in smooth things and they are melting like butter in our hands ... so!" Haider made a cup of laughing hands.
"And if he doesn't agree like Zainab?" Mohsin asked.
"To this day, there is no girl except Zainab whom I have not held in my fist. And if it doesn't make sense to me, then kick her out like this too!" Haider kicked her in the air and smiled with his eyes closed.
"She knows that ...
"No! I'll keep it a secret until I get my point across. Then I'll get my call. I'm scared ..." Haider placed an empty can of beer on the table.
"Today my joints are hurting. Let's go to sleep." Haider said while sleeping and looked at Mohsin.
"So talk to your Rimsha. By the way, if you don't get bored, talk to him for hours every day?" Haider asked as he left. Mohsin laughed and shook his head in denial.
"Awesome man!" Haider made a face and walked towards the room.
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It was a Sunday. On Sunday, Haider used to visit the bazaars and shops in the area. There was a large ground near the area where the Sunday bazaar was held on Sundays. Haider used to go to this bazaar and collect money from every shopkeeper. Haider used to get up. He got up and looked at his watch. It was half past ten. He put the black plastic lying on the side table with tape on his wounds and went to take a bath for clothes. When he came back, he made his hair into a gun pocket and a bike. He came out carrying the key. He was coming down the stairs muttering to himself. As soon as he reached the first floor, he stopped. The door of the corner flat was open. The next moment Khizri came out and as soon as he saw Haider, he stopped for a moment. Haider also put a soft smile on his lips and brought soft impressions in his eyes. Khuzra also smiled hesitantly. Then Rabia Khatun came out holding the chador. She smiled when she saw Haider. Haider also went down the stairs smiling. And the smile was gone. The same serious face and cruel eyes. He came to the bike in the parking lot, tied a black handkerchief over his face and put a black cape on his head. Started and taken out of the woman.
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He stopped his bike and first entered the most famous bakery in the area. His intention was to have something to eat and drink in addition to the extortion. He took off the cloth tied around his face and entered through the glass gate. He paused for a moment. Khuzri and his mother were standing at the counter in front.
"Hello Master!" The bakery owner, who was half-lying on the counter, stood up. The rest of the boys working in the bakery were also alert and fear was clearly visible on their faces.
"Walikum Islam! How are you, Tahir Bhai?" Haider smiled softly. Then he looked at Khuzri and his mother.
"Is this your bakery?" Asked Rabia Khatun, Khuzri's mother, smiling.
"Gee! Baji! The whole area belongs to the teacher." The shopkeeper spoke before Haider. Haider looked hard at the shopkeeper and approached him.
"Enough! There is love of people. You are here! Tahir Sahib! Get rid of your aunt first." Haider looked at Khuzri and Rabia Khatun with soft eyes. Khuzri saved his eyes and smiled.
"What can I say, this girl is alive, cake, chocolate is only alive for these things." He laughed. He was reddened with embarrassment at Khuzra's words. Haider smiled more. A few minutes later, the shopkeeper handed over the goods to Rabia Khatun. Rabia Khatun wanted to open her wallet to pay.
"Hey, leave it at that. Haider knows the teacher, how can you take money from him?"
"Oh no, you know, shop in your place ... keep the money." Rabia Khatun said shaking her head in denial.
"Oh, nothing happens, Auntie ..."
"No ... brother! Keep the money."
"Oh no! I can't take it from you now! Just go home with the idea ..." The owner of the bakery said.
Meanwhile, Khuzra kept looking at Haider with wide eyes. Her soft eyes were waiting for him to fall on her. When he saw her, Khuzra would start to fall in love. Seeing the softness and liking in Haider's eyes, she did not know that anything. A man is a great actor in matters. Haider used to decorate his eyes with gentleness, nobility and liking to surround him. He used to look at her and she considered him liking her. Despite Rabia Khatun's outright refusal, if he did not agree to take money, he would pay. Get out of the bakery without doing.
"Sally, use as much language as you should. Understand! Let's have a week now!" As soon as he left, Haider came out in his original form.
"In the teacher ...
"Enough! I have to hurry forward. And if they ever know who I am, I will kill you and bury you in the same land. Come on, listen, everyone!" Haider said sternly. He also warned the other three boys of the bakery. They all immediately nodded in affirmation.
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He was riding his sport bike in the market and saw the gang boys collecting it. Seeing him walking around, he saw shopkeepers paying extortion money without any fodder. They all loved their lives and livelihood. He did not want to lose his life. He used to wander around two or three times. He used to buy vegetables with his mother at different shops. He had seen her standing at a meat shop. Khuzri had also seen her once. Maybe even come shopping.
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"Where did it take so long?" Nadir Pancholi looked at him and asked.
"I was in the bazaar," he said, taking out a gun and placing it on the table. He took the money out of his pocket and handed it to Pancholi. His face was turning red from the sun. Nadir Pancholi looked at his face carefully then Mohsin Mohsin looked around. Nadir wanted to say something but remained silent. Haider put a water bottle near his mouth. At that moment, his phone started ringing. He took the bottle out of his mobile pocket and received the phone. Applied to the ear.
"Say yes!" He asked casually.
"Today is Sunday. What did you promise that day?" Came a feminine voice from the other side.
Haider, who was leaving, started thinking about how many promises he used to make.
"Oh, Sedrah! Yes, I remember how I can forget. See you in the evening! Then we will go." Haider said as soon as he remembered.
Nadir Pancholi looked at Mohsin and laughed.
"What a mess this boy has with all the girls! Sidra, Rimsha, Rabab ..." he said in a hushed tone.
"Roshni, Dua, Maria, Maryam, Soha, Wajiha!" Mohsin also started counting whatever he remembered on his fingers.
At that moment, Haider came to him with the phone in his pocket.
"What's he counting?" Haider laughed.
"You don't look like that!" Nader smiled.
"Brother, I will meet this day with one, or this number will come next month. He has so many girls!"
"What's the point of joining us too!" Said Nadir Pancholi with a wink.
"Put more money than me, all will come to you, teacher ..." Haider said laughing.
"By the way, there are enough that you have nothing to do with now. You run your business." Haider said closing his eyes. Nader also laughed.
"Let me go out again. Bakshi has been bringing the goods for a while. Mohsin, keep the goods in the warehouse. Keep the guns. There will be four hundred packets. Four lakh Dedina bhai!" He said and looked at Nadir.
"Was he saying six?"
"If you ask for four days, call me. I will cool you down. Will you bring two and a half for the year and give six for the other one and a half? Loading of one and a half lakh? You have been complaining for years. I have come to the main market after finding out the real rate!" Haider said.
Nader's face lit up. The next moment he shook his head in admiration and laughed.
"The leopard is really something that has arrived. Mohsin is watching!" Nader said proudly. Haider came out of the base smiling carelessly. He was becoming very important for Nadir day by day. Nadir realized this. Pancholi had done it. That was the reason why he used to forget every shortcoming of his as much as he could not do it in fifteen years. In six years Haider had collected it.
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He was making his hair while humming. His carelessness was evident in every way he did. He picked up the perfume on the dressing table and sprayed it on himself. He opened the drawer of the dressing table and took out a wad of notes. He put the doll in the note wallet and put it back in. He put on his jacket and put on his shoes. He was ready with Nick Suck. Locking the flat, he came to the first floor first. And began to descend. As soon as he reached the first floor, he slowed down. In front of him, Khuzra was walking with a medium-sized girl. Haider's eyes lit up. Khuzra saw her and looked at the girl next to him. When he got closer, he turned his attention directly to Haider Khuzri.
"How are you?" Haider had the same softness in his eyes and tone.
"Okay." Khidr smiled hesitantly.
"Who is this friend of yours?" He looked at Preba and smiled.
"Gee, I am her only best friend Preba. Everyone affectionately calls her fairy. And you are Haider ..." At that moment, Khuzri hit her elbow. Haider stopped smiling.
"Not even these stupid girls!" He laughed heartily.
"Yes, I am Haider. I live in the same building. Where are you both going?" He asked as he came down the stairs.
G. Amy said that an uncle was sitting at the bottom of the building and I should go with the fairy on his rickshaw. Today there is a Qur'an recitation at his house and she has come to pick me up. ”Khuzri's tone was full of innocence like a child. The voice was also very soft.
"I'll leave. Ask Auntie." Haider immediately offered.
Khuzra first looked at the fairy with fascination and then shook his head in denial.
"No rickshaw ...
"Hey friend Haider bhai is saying then go with him. Wait, I will call Aunty from here and give it to her." The fairy said excitedly and started taking out the phone. Haider looked softly at Khuzri. Today she was in a black burqa. The scarf was pink which was more revealing on her innocence.
"Yes, OK," she said, holding the pre-phone.
"Aunty is saying okay. Go with Haider bhai. She will come to get it herself," said the fairy.
"Come on then!" Haider said and started walking towards the parking lot.
"Dude, what was the need? I'm ashamed in front of them ..." Khuzra nodded.
"Shut up, daughter of shame. By the way, my friend is very handsome." Khuzri was embarrassed when the fairy spoke in a mischievous manner. As soon as Khuzri sat in the car, Khuzri kept quiet. While the fairy kept asking Haider as he looked at Khuzri. گھبراجاتی۔
As he approached the fairy's house, Haider looked at Khuzri.
"Come pick me up on the way back?"
"No ... no, my mother will come. Don't worry." Khuzri spoke immediately. The fairy kept looking at him with mischievous eyes.
"Here is my number on it. Call or text me whenever there is any work." He took a card from his pocket on which his number was written. Khuzra was surprised at first then looked at the fairy.
"But what will happen to me ... I don't have a mobile phone ..." Khuzra hesitated. Haider looked at him in surprise.
"Not mobile?" Haider couldn't believe it.
"no."
"Hey, bring it to me ... I will give it to her. In fact, when she has to talk to me, she only uses her aunt's phone. She is not speaking in front of you. Color GF. "
Khizri filled him with strong ant and started staring at the fairy with red face. Haider was surprised at first then smiled. A feeling of creepy happiness awoke in his heart. It started without any effort. He started thinking. Khizri started panicking. She got out of the car and walked towards the fairy's house. The fairy got out of the car saluting Haider and followed her. A devilish smile started playing on Haider's face.
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"Why did you do all this nonsense? What would you think in front of them about what kind of girl I am?" Khuzra was saying angrily with a red face.
"Crazy! He likes you too. And by the way, what kind of girl is that? It's a bit of a crime to make love. If that was the case, why would he give his number?"
"Just shut up man. Don't talk to me." Khizra was drowning in embarrassment. She was ashamed to think. Her heart wanted to break the fairy's face but the fairy kept smiling contentedly. Khuzra sat full of anger all the time. He did not speak to the fairy till the end of Qur'an recitation. The fairy had secretly put the card in Khuzra's purse. Khuzra was unaware of this.
When Rabia Khatun came to pick him up on his return, Badal had to adjust his mood. Otherwise, he might have had to answer to his mother.
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The noise in the club was at its height. In the colorful lights, the half-naked bodies of the women were throbbing. The men and women were swaying heartily like necklaces of each other. Haider was sitting on one side of the couch. Haider had also drunk but it was not easy for him to climb. He had become accustomed.
"Let's dance Haider." Sedrah placed the glass on the table in front of her and started pulling her arm.
"No, you dance. I'll just watch over there." Haider said, rolling his eyes at her.
"Okay!" Sedrah was swaying. Her shirt was just above her stomach. Sleeveless. Her legs were visible in black pants. She was dancing drunk. Haider kept looking at her with a smile on her lips. And the sip of alcohol, dancing, singing and adultery continued till the last part of the night. In the morning, he came out of this private club with hesitant steps. He stopped at a small dhaba seen on the way. He ordered coffee and kept rubbing his eyes trying to control himself.
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The night was dark. Strong winds were blowing hard. Khuzra was standing at the window of her room with a cup of tea in her hand. Her eyes were fixed on the parking lot of the building. At that time Haider's bike was usually there. But there was no bike today.
"Where would they be in such bad weather?" He thought, looking a little ahead. He didn't stand behind the pillar. Sometimes he would park the bike behind the pillar, which was not visible from his window. She had to go to her mother's room to see the back of the pillar. Still waving an empty cup of tea, she secretly entered her mother's room. Rabia Khatun was fast asleep. She came to the window with her feet pressed down and Slowly he pulled the curtain and peeked out. His bike was not even in the back of the pillar. Khuzra shook her head in frustration and straightened the curtain. Her feet came back out, put the empty cup in the kitchen and took one look at her mother's room. She brought her mobile phone with her and even if she was not sleeping, she would call the fairy. She stepped into her mother's room again thinking and picked up the mobile phone and went to her room. She dialed the fairy's number immediately. The phone was immediately picked up. ۔
"Hi witch!" Khuzri said with a smile.
"Your mother." The fairy spoke in Turkish. Khuzra's face lit up.
"Son, I'll be patient and tell my mother.
"Hey, she was joking in my life. Please don't do this stupid thing." The fairy was scared of Rabia Khatun to some extent and then she got frightened.
"By the way, why did you call me at that time?"
"I couldn't sleep," Khuzri said, making a face and peeking out of the window into the parking lot again.
"Even so, he fell asleep as soon as he came into your life." The fairy laughed.
"Don't talk nonsense, man." Khuzra blushed and began to scratch her forehead. A shy smile appeared on her lips.
"Did you talk to him?" The fairy was asking enthusiastically.
"I'm crazy, why should I talk and what, should I talk?"
"Take it ... you haven't talked yet. I put her number in your wallet. Haven't you seen it yet?" The fairy told her. Khuzra remained silent. She immediately went to the closet.
"No, I didn't see it," she said as she pulled her wallet out of the closet. The next moment she found the white card in her wallet.
"Why did you put it in my wallet? What am I going to do with it?" Khuzri panicked.
"Framed and leg in the room - what else will she do after talking crazy? Will she keep looking at her bike or her clothes from the window all her life?" The fairy started kicking her badly.
"Dude, why are you so cowardly? Let's face it, Khurram didn't like you. He used to smoke cigarettes and tease your girls. You rejected his proposal. Although he was the most famous and handsome in school. But he is." Pando ... but this Haider is such a cute servant, man, don't ignore him ... "
"When did I ignore you?"
"The numbers are gone. You haven't called yet?" Said the fairy, regretting it.
"I ... what should I do, how should I call now?" Khuzri pressed his lips to his teeth and turned towards the window again. He had not come yet.
"No, tomorrow is Friday. After praying Friday prayers, do you have to fast first to make a call now? Call now. Let's turn off the phone and call him ..." The fairy quickly said and turned off the phone herself. Khizri used to look at the phone and sometimes she would look at the number. She kept dialing and erasing the number for several minutes. Then finally she got bored and put the phone down. She put the number in the vault again and walked towards the window. Did not return
"Dude, I haven't seen you since morning. I don't know where you are." She muttered reluctantly on the bed. It was becoming her habit to see her coming from the window and riding her bike to the window. So her absence was opening up to her today.
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There were not many people at the base at that time but at that time there were many gang boys. Nadir Pancholi was also standing to one side. Haider was sitting carelessly on the sofa. His face was helpless. It looked like a girl standing in front. The sound may not have reached his ears.
"You said you would get married!" The girl shouted hysterically.
"Look, the girl is overstepping her bounds now. Don't let people live around you." Nadir Pancholi erupted.
"Teacher, get him out. What's the matter with him? Let's get out of here." Suddenly Haider turned to him and motioned for him to leave.
"You said."
"Oh man, go from here, you said ... I am a guardian who believes in me. If I had to get married, I would do the marriage work after marriage. Innocent people become like I don't know anything. Wisdom." Was she blind? "He spoke with great contempt. All the others were silent spectators. No one cared. No one was listening to her. The girl was shedding tears. Her face was red with humiliation. Was lying
"Get out of here ...!" Haider motioned for him to leave again.
"Yes, yes, I am leaving. But remember me, Haider! Today I am in trouble. It is my curse that one day you will suffer like this. While you are suffering, no one will even ask for water. You will not find peace till your death. Death is dead, Haider. You should not have a grave. If someone torments you like this, then you will remember my curses. Then you will suffer for the rest of your life as long as your breath lasts. ”The girl left crying and cursing. Haider was suddenly playing with his pistol. He didn't care. He knew that he was very strong. And he was never afraid of death. He blew the girl's curse in the air. The pistol. Haider, who was smoking a cigarette in his jeans, left the base.
"There is no heart in Haider's chest, there is a stone, a stone!" Said Mohsin, grinning.
"If it weren't for this stone, we wouldn't be ruling Dilshad Nagar today. Its toughness is our strength." Nadir Pancholi proudly said and started preparing to go home himself.
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"What ...! You haven't contacted him yet?" Hearing the fairy, the fire started raging. Khuzri pressed his lips to his teeth and shook his head in denial.
"Take this! Take this! Catch the curse! Catch the do!" The fairy sent him the curse with both hands.
"Then the son will grow old and this is how Haider will make his children young," said the fairy. Khuzra sighed and looked the other way.
"But what shall I say to them? What shall I say to them?" Khuzra was still confused and hesitant to kill him.
"Tell her how you are falling in love with her. Unless you see her pulling a bike out of the parking lot at one o'clock in the afternoon and parking her bike in the parking lot at twelve o'clock at night, your day will not pass." The day when he wears a shirt and shalwar, he looks very cute. And to tell him that when he hides his soft brown hair in a cape, you get rid of the cannon of the ridge. You should not do all these things to me. The fairy jumped on him.
"Abe, are you crazy?" Khuzra stepped back in confusion. Her cheeks were burning.
"Nothing can happen to you. Tomorrow is Sunday and I will come to your house," said the fairy.
"Is that true? Promise!" Khuzri exclaimed. Her loneliness would always make her chirp when she found a nut-like company.
"I'll make a promise on one condition," said the fairy, suppressing a smile.
"Which condition?" Khuzri asked.
"I'll make a potato pratha and red sauce for you, then I'll come," said the fairy, raising her hand.
"Yes, yes, that's right. Potato pratha and red chutney dun! Now the promise will come tomorrow?" Khuzri said happily, extending his hand, which the fairy immediately stopped.
"Promise!"
They both laughed out loud.
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It was a Sunday. The weather was pleasant since morning. The cool sweet breezes had spread a pleasant feeling. Khuzra was happy that Pari was coming home today. Rabia Khatun had gone to the Sunday Bazaar alone today and brought all the bargains. Khuzra was working with her mother. But all her attention was on Haider who had just come down the stairs. Wearing a black jacket and blue jeans, he still considered her the most beautiful person in the world. She was trying to hide her smile. Haider's eyes did not fall on her. Khuzra was a little sad but she smiled the next moment. All this was like a beautiful dream for her from which she could not get out. Wanted. Never
"Khuzra, grind it quickly ... you also have to knead the dough ..."
"Gee Amy!" Khuzri said and started shaking hands quickly.
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"What a lovely weather, isn't it? I wish there was a balcony in my room, there was a swing and ... well ..." Khuzra took a deep breath and fell silent. The fairy looked at her dear friend with sad eyes who looked very sad at that time. Was coming
"Come on man! You've spent your whole life on the swing of your balcony. Now come out of the window and enjoy the weather and see Haider's bike." The fairy said pulling his hand.
"Hey ...!" The fairy pressed her finger to her lips and motioned for him to be quiet.
"Amy will hear." Khuzri said angrily looking at the door of the room which was open and slipped closer to the fairy.
"They're not home at the moment," he whispered softly.
"Come on, you know how much!" The fairy laughed out loud. Khuzri looked at her angrily.
"All right, bring your mother's mobile phone," the fairy ordered.
"But why ...?" The fairy looked at him confusedly.
"Bring it, I'll tell you." The fairy pushed him out.
"Dude, my mother will ask, this is the fairy, then why do you need a phone, what will you say?"
"Ah ... Khuzra is an excuse, a lie. But what is it like to be a puppet woman like you, a puppet woman. I'll bring her here." The fairy stared at him with angry eyes and two minutes later. She brought her mobile phone with her. She locked the door of the room and jumped on the bed. The next moment she was dialing the number. Khuzra's heart was pounding.
"Don't call me dude, Amy will find out."
"Shhh!" The fairy motioned for him to be quiet.
"What will they think if they don't do it, man?" Khuzra sighed. But by then she had answered the phone. Khuzra held her breath and looked at him.
"Hello Islam! Brother ..."
Haider, on the other hand, did not recognize her.
"Who's talking? Who's talking?"
"I'm a fairy! Khuzra's friend ..." said the fairy.
"Oh, well. How are you? How is your friend?" Haider, who had come to meet someone at a hotel, motioned for him to wait, got up and walked over.
"Okay. She is sitting here with me. She is extremely timid. She has been telling me for so many days whether to call me or not. What will Haider think?"
Khuzra was shocked at her lie. Her face turned red with anger and shame. She received a strong slap from the fairy.
"Ah ... what's up?" The fairy removed the phone from her ear and stared at it.
"Why the nonsense, you are doing it on your own ..." Khuzri was confused.
"Yes, brother Haider, you talk yourself. She wants to talk to you."
There was a smile on Haider's face.
Khuzra wanted to nod in fear but by then the fairy had picked up the phone.
"How are you?" As soon as Khuzra put the phone to his ear, a voice came from that side.
"Okay, how are you?" Khuzri's voice was trembling regularly. Haider was surprised at first and then smiled.
"Are you scared? Is there a problem?" Haider softened his tone. Khuzra remained silent for a moment at his solemn tone.
"Khuzri!" Haider shouted. Khuzri's heart stopped.
"Gee! I don't mean ... no problem," said Khizri.
"Then why did it take so long to call? Didn't you like to talk?" Haider asked again in the same manner.
"No, that's not the case," Khuzra said with difficulty.
"Then how are you?" Haider looked at the watch on his wrist.
"K ... no matter ..." Khuzri said hesitantly.
"Ah ... let's face it. Listen, I'm out of work right now. Shall I call in a moment?" Haider asked softly.
"My mother has a mobile phone, she will have it," said Khuzra.
"Okay. Okay. It doesn't matter. Then tell me when you will have the phone so that I can call and hear your sweet voice." Haider said in a tone full of adoption.
Khuzra became silent and started looking at the fairy. Her forehead started getting sweaty.
"Tell me? Don't you want me to call again?" Haider said again. Khuzra remained silent for a while surrounded by conflict.
Haider looked at his watch again and nodded sadly.
"Let's say goodbye." Haider told the messenger and hung up the phone. Khuzra stared at the worried phone.
"What happened?" The fairy asked questioningly.
"Shut up. It's all your fault. They were asking me to call again. I didn't answer. I might be angry." Khuzri said anxiously.
"Angry to finish!" Said the fairy casually.
"How? "
"Calling will get rid of the anger on its own. By the way, if there is a big problem, you made him angry on the first call." The fairy made a face and said.
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Haider had just put his bike on the road to Dilshad Nagar when he felt that someone was following him. Haider turned his head slightly and looked at the black car. And imperceptibly he put his bike towards the shore. He brought it and entered the crowded street. At that moment, he heard the sound of firing behind him, he was being fired upon. He smiled, increased the speed of the bike, rode the bike from left to right and started crossing the street fast. He saw the bike coming after him. The firing continued. Suddenly a bullet hit his shoulder and came out. Haider moaned but he kept his bike under control. He knew that even a moment's weakness was his life. He accelerated his bike and entered the narrow alley on the right. He now had to take a path that the enemy was unaware of and he did so. He passed through various narrow alleyways for the next fifteen minutes. I was present outside the base. The boys were already standing outside the base. Everyone had guns in their hands. Seeing this, Nadir Pancholi immediately stepped forward.
"Is the leopard all right?" He said anxiously, seeing his white shirt constantly red from the sleeves.
"We thought there was going to be a scuffle, but they came after you. There was a sound of fire." Mohsin also approached him.
"I just touched the bullet. I'm fine. Mohsin, let me go to the flat. Brothers, keep the boys alert," he said.
"So stop there ...
"No, brother, I'm going home. There is a slight wound. I will go there and bandage it. Come on, Mohsin, I will sit on the back of the bike."
Mohsin Sarhalata came towards the bike. They all looked normal like normal days. Even looking at Haider, it did not seem that he has just dodged death. Mohsin started the bike and he started speeding. Moved to the front.
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It had been three hours since the fairy had eaten so much in her presence that there was no room for dinner anymore. She was satisfied after eating rolls of salt, biscuits, cake and samosas. Survived. So there was no dinner program. Rabia Khatun also hurried to the room. She was looking at the cars coming in the parking lot parked at the window. Haider's voice was coming in her mind. There were her words, a voice full of soft adoption was still echoing in her ears. She used to look at the phone on the bed again and again but did not dare to call him again. When she saw her bike parked in the parking lot, she was shocked. Someone else was riding the bike instead. Haider was sitting in the back. He had a handkerchief on his right arm but his white shirt was red with blood. It was clearly visible. Signs of worry suddenly appeared on Khuzra's face. His heart suddenly became sad.
"What happened to Haider?" She muttered in her heart. She looked at the phone lying on the bed. At the same time she was seen walking towards the two stairs. Khuzra kept looking at her with confused eyes till she looked at him. Disappeared in the interior of the disappearing stairs.
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Haider climbed the stairs quickly and Mohsin came upstairs with him. The delivery boy was standing outside his flat for food. After meeting the drug dealer, he first went to meet his girlfriend named Nasha and then there. As soon as he left, he had ordered food online, then the boy was waiting for him. Seeing him, he straightened up.
Saying "Hello Sir! Your Ard ..." he suddenly became silent and his eyes fell on the blood flowing from his hand.
"RUK sir? What happened to you sir? Has there been an accident?"
"Yes, why is there a doctor to tell you?" Haider rebuked him.
"No, sir, just ..."
Mohsin opened the gate and entered. Mohsin took the money out of his pocket and handed it to him.
"I don't have a head change right now!" He said, looking at the five thousand note, taking money out of his pocket and counting.
"How much money?" Mohsin asked.
"Three thousand four hundred rupees is less than two hundred rupees. No change ...!" He said.
"Keep it," said Mohsin, taking some food in his hand and entering.
"Take this ..." Mohsin entered without listening to him.
The boy stood there confused for a moment, then shrugged and turned around.
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Khuzra had been wandering around the room restless ever since. Her heart was pounding. She would go to the phone lying on the bed. Finally, after an hour had passed, she hesitantly picked up the phone and for the last time. He dialed the dialed number. The bell kept ringing. He was holding his breath. His ears were ringing. He swallowed and immediately picked up the phone.
"I'm Khuzri!" She said hesitantly.
Haider, who was leaning on the sofa, smiled with a sense of triumph.
"I know." He said softly and took a deep puff of his cigarette. Mohsin had stripped him a while ago and now he was sitting in the lounge watching marijuana while watching TV.
"Some time ago I saw you going up. Your hand was bleeding. What happened to you?" Khuzra said anxiously.
"Oh! Did you see me coming and going?" Haider laughed lightly.
"Yeah ... no ... no" Khuzri was terribly nervous.
Haider laughed. Khuzri's cheeks were red.
"By the way, if you see, there is no big problem. Just take a look in your heart." Haider laughed.
Khuzrai smiled unwillingly.
"Tell me what happened to you? There's a lot of bleeding." Khuzri remembered his blood-stained shirt.
"There was a small accident on the way. It will happen now, won't it? When you bother me like this," Haider said bluntly.
"What do you mean?" Khuzri immediately asked.
"I mean, how awkwardly you were talking in the evening! Like I'm a stranger. And I didn't answer the phone when I asked," he complained.
"I didn't want to bother you," she nodded.
"But I'm done!" Haider smiled.
"No, I'm Khizri," she said foolishly.
"I will call you a fairy. You look like a fairy. Like the fairy of the stories told by your grandmother!" Haider said very softly. Khuzra was stunned. Her face was red pomegranate for a moment.
"Looks embarrassed," Haider said, putting the file in the cigarette ashtray.
"You didn't say how are you? How are you? Wounds ..."
"How can I not be well now. I feel very good talking to you. Have you eaten any food?" Haider asked, moving the pizza on the table in front of him.
"Did you eat? Did you eat?" He asked.
"Yes, I'm eating right now," Haider said, taking a piece of pizza in his mouth.
"All right, you eat ..."
"No ... don't keep the phone. I have a handsfree for you. Talk. I will eat with you." Haider said. It seemed as if they had known each other for many years. This also seemed strange to Khizri. Was and it seemed good.
"Okay," Khuzra said softly.
"And how's your college going?"
"It's going well."
"And your ..
"Yes, I am also doing well. Aunty is fine, isn't she?"
"Yes, they are fine. How did your accident happen? I mean the doctor has a bandage, etc."
"Do it!" Haider smiled.
"Yeah?" She muttered. She had never spoken to anyone like that.
"Hahaha man, you get scared talking ... it's not right fairy! Don't worry, she was bandaged, she didn't get hurt so much." Haider said casually.
"It's a heavy bike. You must be riding very fast. Drive slowly with care." He spoke in a soft tone. Fear was gone. Hesitation was also going away to some extent.
"Oh, you said no, now you have to drive comfortably. With care ..." he said
خضریٰ مسکرادی۔
"Okay, now you rest. You are not well either. I also have to go to college in the morning." Khuzri said looking at his watch.
"Come on, do you promise to call tomorrow? Or should I do it myself?" Haider asked
"No, no, I will do it myself. You will not do it," said Khuzri.
"Okay by take care fairy!" Haider said softly and hung up the phone. Khuzra stared at the phone with a strange feeling. There was an intoxicated smile on his face.
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"How long have you been calling? The number has been ringing. What have you been doing?" Mohsin said angrily. As soon as Haider cut off Khizri's call, Mohsin's call started coming which he immediately answered.
"I was talking."
"So when did you start making such long calls?"
"Abe man, they say don't bend, bend your finger. Do not bend your finger. There is a new fish, a little different temperament. I can't speak directly. I will throw the net of love first and then I will be able to hunt."
"Your style is weird. Khair bhai was saying that there is a sting operation at the base tomorrow. They are evacuating at night. There is no scuffle for two or three days." Mohsin informed and hung up the phone. Haider took a deep breath and went to bed. ۔
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