There was a dirt road that the people there called a chakroad. Sugarcane fields stretched along both sides, and in the middle, it was so dense that even during the day, it seemed dark.
When Shehryar reached there, he saw Haider holding a man by the leg and questioning him.
“Why did you kidnap my gudiya?”
“I have already completed my task. If I open my mouth, I will lose my life.”
Haider grabbed his leg and twisted it completely. The sound of a bone breaking echoed through the place, followed by his scream.
“If you don’t open your mouth, you will get a very painful death.”
Shehryar came and stood behind Haider.
“What are you doing in my territory?”
Haider looked at him with his predatory eyes.
“Don’t talk too much nonsense.”
Shehryar glared at him.
“Oh, so you’ve already started roaming around your in-laws’ place.”
Haider closed his eyes and violently twisted the man’s hand.
“Both brother and sister make too much noise.”
Shehryar laughed.
“What did he say?”
“His skin is very thick. He won’t open his mouth so easily.”
Shehryar grabbed Haider’s arm and pulled him back.
“Wait a minute.”
Haider stopped and looked at him.
Shehryar stepped forward and pinched the man’s nose shut.
“Now he’ll open his mouth.”
Saying that, Sameer stood there with his arms folded. The man began struggling desperately for breath, then raised both his hands.
As soon as Shehryar released him, he fell heavily to the ground. Haider placed his foot on his back and said,
“Open your mouth.”
Breathing heavily, the man began speaking.
“A woman came. She was wearing a burqa. She gave me money and told me to do this job. She was someone’s servant. I don’t know whose.”
Haider kicked him and pushed him backward. He tilted his face toward the sky and took deep breaths.
At that very moment, his phone rang.
Haider answered the call.
“Yes, Ammi.”
Mumtaz’s frightened voice came from the other side.
“Haider, Zara has a very high fever. It isn’t coming down at all. The child is trembling with fear.”
“I’m coming.”
An outburst of anger rose in his eyes. He pulled out his gun and emptied bullets into the man’s chest.
“He filled my doll’s heart with fear.”
Haider signalled Sameer and hurried away from there.
Shehryar looked at Sameer.
“Clean up our land.”
Sameer rolled his eyes as he looked at him.
“If you say so, I’ll clean it up properly.”
Shehryar glared at him.
“Don’t try to be too clever. Go somewhere on your trembling legs.”
Sameer glanced at Shehryar and smiled.
“I think our Zara sister married the wrong man. You’re interested in men. I saw it on Instagram. These days, it has become quite common.”
“I’ll kill you.”
Sameer straightened up and said,
“Careful, son-in-law. I still have to take very good care of you.”
Shehryar lunged toward him. Sameer twirled the gun in his hand and stepped backward.
“I’ll keep coming and going into your territory until we bury the guilty ones responsible for our sister’s suffering. Don’t take it to heart, brother-in-law.”
(Shehryar uski taraf lapka. Sameer ne haath mein bandook ghumaate hue apne kadam peeche liye, "Aapke ilaake mein aana-jaana hota rahega, jab tak hamari Baazi ke gunaahgaaron ko dafn nahi kar dete. Dil par mat lena, behnoi sahab.")
Shehryar stood there, grinding his teeth as he watched him. Haider’s men had already finished their work and left.
Shehryar came to the other side to look at the sugarcane crop being cut.
Suddenly, his eyes fell on this flower, which had withered. This flower came every day, but Zara thought that it only bloomed in Juma.
Beauty itself is a danger.
Innocence is a very heavy burden.
Someone had used that innocent girl to try to ignite the fire in this cold enmity.
Zara’s fear-filled, kohl-lined eyes appeared before Shehryar’s eyes.
Angrily, he clenched his fist.
The Red Mansion
Ifra was lying in her room. Her head was hanging down from the sofa, her legs were resting against the wall, and only her waist was touching the sofa. Her hair was swaying in the air, and her eyes were closed.
At Rida’s voice, she opened her eyes. Rida had already sat down on the floor. Running her hand through Ifra’s hair, she asked,
“What are you thinking about?”
Ifra caught Rida’s wrist and placed her hand on her head.
“My head hurts.”
Rida slowly began massaging Ifra’s head.
Shifa sat down on the other side.
“She’s thinking about how she got married before completing her master’s.”
Rida glared at her and said softly,
“You don’t like that man, but you couldn’t refuse. Is there some reason behind that?”
“There is. I’ve thought of something.”
Shifa leaned toward her face.
“What?”
Ifra pushed her head back and glared at her angrily.
“Come on, kiss me. Go inside my mouth.”
("Aao mujhe kiss kar lo, ghus jao mere munh mein.")
Rida started laughing.
“Hey, sniper, you’re not supposed to laugh at me.”
Both of them said to Shifa at the same time,
“Shut your mouth.”
“Yes, why did you get married?”
“Because Chachu’s Rukhsar wanted the enmity between these territories to end.”
Shifa leaned back against the sofa.
“Why did the enmity begin in the first place?”
Rida sat in the same manner and said,
“Papa was telling me that their Dadu had killed Zara Bhabhi’s Dadu. They were both friends at that time and were alone. No one knows why it happened. That was where the enmity began.”
“Dada Sai was fifteen years old at that time. He took revenge for his father’s death.”
“This vicious circle of enmity is terrible. It never ends. It keeps going around and knocking on every person’s chest, and then a new enmity begins.”
“By the way, did you girls think about one thing?”
Ifra turned Rida’s face toward Shifa.
She was looking at them with sparkling eyes.
“Our Bhabhi has arrived. I mean, she hasn’t actually arrived yet, but she has become our Bhabhi.”
Rida smiled and nodded.
A smile appeared on Ifra’s lips.
“She is very sweet and delicate.”
Shifa said,
“By the way, Jijju has also become one, but you tell me, can you call him Jijju or not?”
Ifra turned her neck toward her and then growled,
“Don’t you dare accept him as your brother-in-law.”
(Khabardaar jo use apna Jija tasleem kiya.")
“Until when won’t you?”
At Rida’s question, irritation appeared on Ifra’s face.
Just then, Shifa’s voice came,
“Until their first kiss.”
(Rida ke sawaal par Ifra ke chehre par chidchidaahat ubhri. Tabhi Shifa ki awaaz aayi, "Jab tak inki first kiss na ho.")
Rida moved backward. She knew what was about to happen.
Shifa sensed the danger.
Before she could even sit up, Ifra had already pounced on her.
“Come here. Let me deal with you first. You come first.”
“Leave me, leave me, Di. Why are you going to kill the poor child? Come on, listen to me.”
The door opened, and Halima entered.
“What are you doing?”
“Allah, Ifra, are you out of your mind? Leave her.”
Ifra lay back down in the same position.
“Come on, get up. Enough now. Get up quickly.”
From behind, some maids came carrying bags in their hands.
Shifa’s eyes lit up.
“New clothes.”
Ayesha said,
“They aren’t for you. Now there need to be some changes in Ifra’s wardrobe.”
Ifra sat up straight.
“What are you going to do with my wardrobe?”
She was very attached to her clothes and belongings. She did not like anyone touching them. In fact, she even cleaned them herself.
Ayesha said,
“Now wear clothes that are a little more proper.”
“Chachi Jaan, my clothes are proper. I don’t like any part of my body being visible.”
Halima said in an understanding tone,
“Child, they’re saying that there should be a few outfits and anarkalis. You’re married now. How long will you keep walking around in trousers and T-shirts?”
“I’ll stay like this for the rest of my life. I feel uncomfortable in your Patiala suits and anarkalis. You wear them yourself.”
“Ifra, child, your life is no longer the same as it was yesterday. It has changed. If you go there and live like this, then...”
Rida said,
“If they are sensible people, then there will be no need for a daughter-in-law to change. The difference should be seen in her character, not in her clothes.”
They all fell silent at Rida’s words.
She continued,
“What is the point of changing clothes if the heart remains the same, Tai Ammi?”
She placed a hand on Rida’s head and said,
“Child, the society we live in doesn’t understand these things. They don’t look at the heart.”
Rida lifted her eyes toward her.
“They will have to understand, Tai Ammi.”
Ayesha said,
“Leave all these things. Forget what we came to tell you. Baba Sai is inviting your in-laws tomorrow. Everyone will be coming. We’ll talk about the rest then. Now come out of this enmity and clear your hearts, child. You saw what condition your Bhabhi was in, didn’t you?”
“Why are they coming?”
Ifra looked at her with questioning eyes.
Halima said,
“Oh, what kind of question is that?”
Rida said,
“The problem isn’t them. It’s the person coming with them, Haider Bhai.”
Kissing Ifra’s forehead, Halima said,
“Marriage has a lot of power. It doesn’t only bind two people together, it also creates love in their hearts.”
Shifa said,
“Does that mean Ifra Di will fall in love with Haider Abbas Ghazi?”
"Iska matlab Ifra Di ko Haider Abbas Ghazi se mohabbat ho jaayegi."
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