the mysterious man
She appeared to be coming from a group of her friends.

She appeared to be coming from a group of her friends. She used to pass this way during her holidays, and I used to wait for her at this location every day. She was dressed in her college uniform, with books on her chest and a bag slung over her shoulder. She smiled. Are you unsure of his name?
However, she is so stunning that I first couldn't help but stare saw her. The heart will come to the fact that there are a lot of beautiful women in my region and country. Additionally, I had my heart set on him. He suddenly stopped talking and looked at me. I concealed myself. Even though I was aware that she would not be able to see me at this point, I did not want her to. I waited for the right moment, knowing nothing about myself.
Where are you, "Mommy," "Mommy? As soon as Saba entered the house, she began to make noise. Kausar wiped her hands before leaving the kitchen. Yes, now quickly take out the food, I am very hungry," "Come my daughter, Tonight is my friend Farah's birthday. Saba came to the dinner table to report. Your entire group went shopping just two days ago. Kausar stated, "What mother?" As usual, Saba made a face."They will go together because they are all girls."
Kausar clarified, "I don't know anything."Take your father's permission. They don't like it when you go out every day and come home at night. Abu Ji! Saba came from behind, "My dear Abu Ji," and hung from his neck.
From the newspaper, Ashfaq looked at him."Yes, any additional inquiries? It is said that Abu Ji only gets pampered at work."
Oh, my beloved father! The same Farah who lives here now is my friend Farah," Saba explained.
His birthday is today. Everyone who is friends is invited."Yes. "This is the issue," Ashfaq stated. Saba was done.
Ashfaq Sahib used to yell at Kausar, but his only daughter's stubbornness always won out."All right, Bette, come on."
However, coming back early indicates that something is off. I was eagerly anticipating the evening. His morning conversation was audible to me. He had to attend a celebration today. I was eager to meet him. He had always been wearing his white college uniform until today. I have no idea how the colors will appear on it. I was eagerly anticipating the evening.
Kausar came calling her name, "Saba. His forehead however dropped when he saw Saba standing in front of the dressing table. This... What are you putting on? Maxi Hai Mamma Jaan and what?" she picked up as Saba, in a black shimmering dress, turned toward them. Where did you acquire this? The maxi had no sleeves and a very deep neckline.
"Those who went shopping that day brought it from there," Saba responded by casually brushing her hair with a brush.
"These ridiculous clothes will never get you out of the house. If it got to your father. Please, mommy, don't constantly frighten Abu. All of the girls are dressed the same. Saba and her friends left the house. Additionally, none of her friends wore similar attire. Shalwar kameez were typical attire for all of them. With a bill on her forehead, Kausar looked at him. However, their bus contained nothing.
He had only one child, Saba. Lad Pyar had greatly spoiled him, and Ashfaq was afraid to talk to him because of his unnecessary support. He used to lash out at Kausar with all his rage. He was fortunate not to be home at the time. I don't know what would have transpired otherwise. Before Ashfaq saw her, she changed her clothes and said, "I wish Saba would come home soon." In his heart, he prayed that Kausar's prayer would not be granted today. In addition to Saba's tardy return, Ashfaq also opened the door.
He couldn't say anything when he saw Saba because of his grief. Saba was unconcerned. In the bedroom, Abu Jani slept. She stood up and went into the room after speaking. Because she didn't know how much rain would fall, Kausar was afraid inside. However, Ashfaq completely remained silent, contrary to expectations."Kosar! As soon as possible, find Saba a partner."
He stated during the morning's breakfast. He said what he meant and then went to the office. However, Kausar didn't stop thinking for a while. Hussain and Saba, both young men, did not lack relationships. They were, however, middle-class. He had thoughts that were much higher than Hussain of Saba's.
She used to tell her mother a lot that she would marry a very wealthy, well-educated, and attractive boy. And the boy will not be a supporter at all if he lacks even one of these qualities.Saba was that way, Kausar knew.Extremely obstinate and stubborn. She had no trouble challenging her father. What will take place? What will transpire? Where will a relationship that is so perfect come from? Since Saba was seen shining that day in a ready-made black dress, he has been plagued by several questions. My heart was racing uncontrollably. I addressed my family for this We didn't have "outside" connections. Be that as it may, all lost before my willfulness, my affection. I was granted permission.
I was eagerly anticipating the time when I could care for my love at this point."Saba". By roaring open the door, Kausar entered."What's up, mom?" "Do you have any sense?" Is the issue now resolved? She seemed impolite.
"Problem"?How ill your father is, you don't know? Additionally, the Maghrib call to prayer occurs during these two times. how quickly you've added songs."Ah, mom, Abu has a fever," she said. He displayed indifference, so it will be fine."And why are you considering becoming a Malani right now?"Saba". Kausar was powerless to speak.
How far off course are you?
"Please, Ami, don't get bored. Go sit with Abu because he's sick. You claim that Saba spoke the final phrase slowly, but Kausar heard it. Kausar walked out of the room and said, "May God lead you. The music was not slowed down by Saba."It. It. What is that?"Kausar was powerless to speak. Saba looked like a fairy with her loose hair, deep red saree, and red lipstick."How are you dressed?" He desired acclaim."Wahiyat". He said it in rage. There, the entire family will congregate. What will everyone say? "I couldn't care less about anybody". Saba spoke rigidly."I will go, no, if they don't let me tie the sari."Kausar yelled angrily, "Don't go, it's better."I will die because of your parents' criticism of your actions.
Saba was not at all joking when you stopped me from getting ready with excuses. I am so beautiful, tall, and fair that everyone has started saying that I do not look like the children of both of you.
With wide eyes, Kausar kept looking at him. They didn't say anything because Saba had reached its limit. They didn't know. He climbed like bamboo because he was so beautiful. Saba was left at home that day by Kausar and Ashfaq.
Kausar only asked him to close the door slowly and didn't even talk to him.
The fire was enraged, just like Saba. The shade of her saree matched her stunning face.
How long had she been waiting for this family marriage?"What exactly are these clothes, after all?"Ami is becoming irate towards me. The young mind could only reach that.
In front of the mirror, she stomped.
He appears to have lost all ire as he examines his reflection. Over thick black pillows, sarees in crimson red, and sleeveless blouses with half of the belly showing, were draped. She didn't stop looking at her top despite the deep red lipstick.do what? Let's walk toward Farah because, after all that hard work and preparation, I should be praised. She exited in the same dress after heavily perfuming herself. A strong odor was detected on my breath. I also had wide-open eyes. I peered outward. She. Exactly. She. Alone. Alone. Walk when you get up.
Under the stars, with open, long hair, a clear sky, a strong scent, and red color. I find all of these fascinating. She was luring me in, making me irrational and powerless. I naturally leaned in his direction. Youth is very fearless, and Saba had no fear of the night's darkness or loneliness. He figured that Farah's house was only a few streets away.
I'll be back, Mom, before Abu arrives."And why did you leave me last without calling me, even though it is late?"
He was jokingly pondering things when he suddenly noticed the old banyan tree on the road. He then let out a terrible scream from his throat. Within a few moments, I was able to pull it up with ease. I could not be stopped by any fence or barrier when I was with him. But I brought it with me in a strange way. My home is on this tree, an ancient and mysterious banyan tree. On each of its limbs, a human being lives. of my nation and family.
"At this point, you're confused. What am I?
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ayesha adeel
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