Momentary Happiness

Today as Biya came to the university, she found Hina and Ahad waiting for her. As she came near them, Hina moved forward and asked her in a concerned voice.

"Biya.....did Uncle scold you?"

"No....why are you asking this?" Biya asked, looking at her with a surprise face when Ahad told her.

"Actually what Hina means to say is whether you told your father about yesterday's fight, so...."

"What are you guys talking about? Was that matter that important to tell him?....it was just an ordinary issue....and now I can't tell every single thing to my family.... you both guys are totally jerks." She said in a normal voice as she walked ahead and sat on the grass. Hina also sat beside her and voiced her fear. With a mere thought about that man, she was still feeling trembling.

"But it wasn't some ordinary matter. Didn't you saw how many guards were with that man?"

"Ohh shut up, Hina.... don't know what's cooking in your mind....he isn't God, he is just an ordinary man....yes but the difference is that he has some more money that's why he takes five to seven dogs with himself while roaming around....and..."

"And what?" Leaving her words in mid, Biya stood up taking her bag and books. Hina also followed her, asking her.

"And...." Biya glanced at Ahad and smiled as she shrugged her unknown collar when said.

"Lion is always alone a king of the jungle." She was resembling herself with a lion. On her saying that, the three burst into laughter. While the students passing by were gazing at them with strange eyes. And the three while laughing went towards their class.

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A file with a name written Zaman was in front of him as he opened his personal id. He opened the file and everything came in front of him. He fixed his eyes on the laptop.

'Mr. Zaman, an accountant in the garments factory. Salary thirty thousand. Mrs. Saeda, housewife. Two daughters Biya Zaman, student of M.A, age twenty-one... I am the only lioness. Haya Zaman doing graduation, nineteen years old.... pretty doll. Son Fahad Zaman, a matric student, sixteen years old....a cricketer.' And along with that their complete home address was mentioned. Sikandar was attentively busy with the file when a knock on the door of his room happened.

"Come in." With his permission, Farid came inside and stood obediently in front of him, waiting for him to get free from his work. There was an envelope in his hand.

"Yes, speak Farid." After a long pause, Sikandar asked him and he forwarded the envelope to him.

"Sir, this....that girl's bio-data."

"Ohh, very nice Farid. Good job." Sikandar, after holding the envelope, picked up his wallet and took out a few thousand notes and forwarded them to him.

"No sir.... it's not needed."

"Why it's not needed. Take it." Unwillingly Farid has to take the money from his hand.

"Sit...." After gesturing at him for sitting, Sikandar started opening the envelope. While Farid sat in the chair in front of him. As he opened the envelope, he found a lot of pictures and the whole family data was also present in it. He put the pictures on one side of the table. And as he started reading the information his eyes were getting wider.

He threw the paper on one side and picked up the pictures. Seeing the third picture, fourth, and then looking at fifth picture. That face how he can forget it. In the picture, she was wearing a blue dress with her blue sparkling eyes, and her pink lips which were slightly opened because of her smile, made her look innocent.

Both Talal and Farid information were same. He took pictures of Biya Zaman and Mr. Zaman in front of his extremely red eyes. How he can forget these two faces.... never ever. In wrath, he twisted their pictures and threw them away. He was squashing them under his feet while pacing in the room. Right now, it was really hard to decipher his restlessness, his anger, and his hatred.

"Farid... you know what's next to do?" He came near him and abruptly said loudly to him. While Farid, getting scared, backed off from him as he answered in stuttering voice.

"Y....y.....y.....yes sir. That will happen."

"Go."

Farid walked out and Sikandar Shah picked up their pictures from the ground. Glaring with his red blood eyes at them, he shouted.

"Zaman, you lived enough.... now the string of your life is in my hand.... you both father and daughter are going to pay me back for your every single deed.... I will make your lives a living hell... I will ruin you... your death will not be easy. You will beg for death, but it won't come to you. I will ruin your so-called reputation that you won't find solace and peace anywhere.... and Biya Zaman, you are very proud of yourself... you are like your father.... I will tarnish your belief, your pride, and your respect. I will not be Sikandar Shah, if I don't let you live your life in sobbing and crying. Both father and daughter will burn in the fire you set up for someone else.... I will fill your whole self with hatred, Biya Zaman.... only today, only today, you both father and daughter can enjoy your happiness. Live your life last peaceful day today." In a feeling full of contempt, Sikandar tore these pictures into pieces as if they weren't pictures, but living bodies standing in front of him.

Right now his revenge and hatred for them was at its peak.

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Today Biya came to the shopping mall with her mother-in-law and her fiance to choose her wedding dress.

"Biya, Taimoor you both go and select a dress till then I will do some other shopping."

"Ok, Mom." After his mother left, Taimoor turned to Biya. Wearing a black plain dress with her eyes fixed on a lehenga in front of her، she was looking breathtakingly beautiful to him. Taimoor felt her very close to his heart.

"Taimoor, how is this lehenga?" He, who was lost in his thoughts, startled by her voice and looked at the lehenga. The color of the lehenga was dark red and it was embellished with beautiful and unique pearls work. No doubt, it was a pretty beautiful bridal dress.

"It's beautiful...." He said.

"Definitely... I also find it beautiful."

"Ok, sir....pack this. Let's go, we will eat some ice cream." After packing the dress, they both came out. Taimoor took her to another shop in the mall.

"Biya, are you happy...?" She was moving the spatula in the ice cream bowl when she was startled by the question of Taimoor. She finds his eyes filled with dreams and happiness as she stares into it.

"Yes....if mama and Papa are happy then I am also happy." She responded instantly. Taimoor was extremely delighted by her response.

"But Taimoor..... you have to promise me that you will never hurt my mama and papa. You will always give them respect and consider yourself as an elder son of them. I'm like the whole universe for my papa. And now if my father is trusting you to give his whole universe to you then promise me you will not break his trust. I will also never break your trust and your family." She was speaking nonstop as Taimoor quickly said.

"I promise you, I will always act like an elder son for them. And I will give them the respect and care which I give to my father and mother."

"Thank you, Taimoor." On her saying thanks, Taimoor stared at her and thinking how luckiest man he is that he got a life partner like Biya Zaman.