"Your baba has postponed his visit" I told Aabish in a low voice.

He was glad the delay occurred,I don't understand why he hates his father,his family,his last name but that's a issue with him and the word 'judgemental',yep that too.

He walked with me a little farther from the mansion and we were strolling and discussing all the things we shouldn't.

"Did you watch the DVDs?"
He asked.

"Nah, I didn't had time"
I answered sitting on the step on the mansion as we now reached after strolling for an hour away.

"They have no video" he said lightly.

I shook my head and laughed. "Why did you do that?" I asked smiling at him.

"I don't know, what are your plans for today" he asked.

"I don't have any plans such such,might join some gossip session if it occurs you know" I replied.

"If it won't happen,I'll make one" he said gazing into the woods.

He's a tad crazy. "Oh yeah we have Khurshida Aunt,the maid bringing her daughter today to apply henna design on our hands. I'm excited!" I said remembering that I had plans for night.

He laughed "what! Why would you apply all temporary things on yourself your stay here,make at least something permanent Noor!"

I want to make Burhan permanent. I swapped out of my thoughts to answer "I don't know if it makes sense but she says the darker the heena stain (color) the  deeper will your husband love you!"

"Fancy" he replied. He kept staring my face till I punched him. He then scrunched his nose and said "you bought this sh*t?"

"Yeah,I mean there's nothing to loose. We could at least put a trial of our future love's till then" I muttered.

"I'll too have myself be stained with henna to know how much would I be loved" he said with a cross smile.

"Henna is for girls!" I protested.

"Who says?" He saw Abraam walking in the living room,he held his both arms and screamed "Abraham tell me isn't henna for boys too!?" He lifted him in the air to which Abraam laughed cheerfully and cheered "yesssssh"

He landed Abraam down and lifted eyebrows at me.

"Don't tell me you're announcing a baby's yes as final decision?!"I groaned.

"He is more trusted than Granna,she after midnight says all explicit stuff like 'yo man yesh' !" His statements made me laugh,he's makes no sense at all!

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Mehreen was sitting on the bed as I waited my henna to be completely dried. Mehreen has washed her hands as she was the first applicant. I was so the last to my state.

This is beautiful, I'm excited to see the color it unfolds but before anything manifests I'm extremely hungry,I haven't eaten anything since noon and my stomach now rumbles at the thought of food. Everybody else has eaten.

Mehreen has spoon-fed everybody. She looked at me and smiled "are you shy to be spoon fed by me Mahnoor?"
I shyly nodded. I sat on the bed close to her as she fed me the dinner with so much love and smiles.

She's just like my aunt, my aunt has a rough life. Their financial conditions are weak,uncle is a man of naive temper,his rage has been witnessed by all,his fouls and misbehavior has alarmed us all. He is never heartily welcomed but by compulsion. He is always rude to aunt. Aunt on the other hand is a complete opposite,she is graceful,patient and humble to her grounds. I've heard he doesn't treat his daughters right but all about my uncle is spoke in whispers. He's been abusive to my aunt to unacceptable extent. Mehreen is my Aunt's reflection,the same patience and happiness longing in her face,her responsible behavior and care is so resounding of affections.

I wish my mum married my brother to her,than she would have been ours to treasure whole. She smiles and only smiles though I know her temple never visible of any frown is in need of happiness.

"Did you get any proposals?" I asked her.

She paused and blushed.
To the interest masirah and Mawra came closer to hear.
Mawra was meaning to speak something. She finally broke out " Shahid,my cousin is all head over heels for Mehreen"

Mehreen bolted her hands over her mouth to quite her.

"Pity! She's not even picking his hints even when he has openly said he loves her!" She resumed.

"Ah! You didn't tell me you had such an interesting story Mehreen!" I slammed her. Poor Mehreen all shy and scared confessed "He likes me but that does not permit him to say these things to me. I will only marry where my mum and dad pleases. Please don't talk about this !"

I halted down with her words, her face is so red and she steals away herself, awww you like him Mehreen?

I met Burhan in the passage when I returned form mum's room. "Hey, coming at the balcony ?" He asked. I joined him.

We both sat there,when the vaccum remained unchanged, I asked "are we going to speak?"
"We don't have to" he replied.

Why is he solely the kind of human I want. Do I even deserve to have discovered him?

"I like silence" I said. He gazed in my eyes "I like silence only with you"

We both looked at each other and then shyly turned away. Moments passed and we were comfortable with watching the night under the moonlight and the highly sophisticated galaxy in glamorous glitz. I wonder you love me Burhan? How will I know if you don't confess.....

When Mawra called my name I could hear his lips release a "psst',I laughed. It irritates me as well Burhan.

I walked away. Unlike my aunt, my mum is not patient,she is a loud and  a cheerful person but sometimes she's just loud. She is a bit bitter but bold,expressionism is one quality her outer frame sparks in abundance and her vivid persona is quite appreciated over all. But she calls me often and forgets what her demand to see me was for. I folded the scattered clothes in Tufayl's room and tidied his room.

I went to the garden to get the clothes that we hanged in the back lawn for drying when I came back a piece of paper hit my arm, I raised my head to find nobody at the the windows but Burhan's window was yet lit with yellow lights and beaming the awake senses. I opened the paper,all crumpled and the smell of fresh ink escaped. A writing rough and scribbled said:

Of hours I count words cannot seize,
Of love I have she cannot see.
If you are here; my heart can beat
Know,when you won't be here
No longer I will to breathe....

I read over and over,the rest of was bluntly scribbled with harsh lines. I stood in the still hour that night waiting for him to peek from the window. For it was me then I must know?

But he didn't show up and I had to leave,I sat on my bed now, the girl's talk abandoned my sense to hear. I must have read those five lines a thousand times,when a man who isn't a writer, writes in love,of love he's too troubled to let that be spoken. Is Burhan in love? I'm sure he is, but is he in love with me? I sincerely wish to know because I am madly in love with him.
I admitted in the tranquil still night,that he is the man I wish to love for my entire life,though good or bad the situations might be,the result of this love might be,though we marry or not. I would love him forever,he's the permanent stain in my heart that won't faint with time,his smile delights me,his tears disdain me,I've been dragging my emotions for him to ground and deeper to resist myself fall for him. But with much of these immense force I push myself down the more effortlessly his love pulls me out,like my feelings that weigh a dozen pounds lightens to the weight of a feather for him.

If he would be mine,
I wish to live.
If he wills to leave
I would kiss death to sleep.
If this earth cannot afford
This paradise to my name,
I'd fight to hell
To  acquire you......

I love you.