Chapter:2 'Who was the fourth one?

As soon as, in the entrance of Abu Sufyan Villa, there were half-circular sofas in the spacious lounge two steps down. There was a round table in the middle. When it looked in front wall, there were Quranic verses written in Nasta'liq script on the fancy frames such as Ayat-ul-Kursi on the right, Chahar Qul on the left and in the middle Surah Yaseen used to greet those who came into the house.

On the right side of the lounge, there was a television set in a medieval-style TV trolley and a VCR enveloped in the lower cabin of trolley. Such as sofas and tables were also protected from dust in white sheets. On the wall at the back of the TV, where the pictures of Professor Shayan Mirza's grandfather Abu Sufyan Mirza and father Sufyan Mirza in size 60/100 netted, where a lot of time was spent, it was also quite astonishing that it was closed from time immemorial. Everything in the house was as bright as today except for these two pictures.

The carved floor was as clear as a mirror, Quranic verses, stairs going upwards on both sides, railings, doors, book cabinet next to the wall on the right side. If there was not even a slight reflection of the wall nets, then why only the pictures of father-in-law and grandfather-in-law were in such a condition ?? Examining everything in the lounge, Aaliya Begum was thinking in amazement as she picked up the TV, sofas, table and cupboard covers. Even more astonishing was the fact that 20 years later, she still felt as if she had left her handkerchiefs as if she had left them in her youth. There was no sign of "dirt" here either.

"That's all here is about of Him. He is still here."

Aaliya Bano spoken in a slightly louder voice, emotionally comparing the surrounding environment, objects and pictures of the two elders.

"Ami Jan, are you telling me something?"

On the left side of the stairs, Andalib, was playing with her doll, ran to her mother.

"My dear! Where have you been?"

Concerned for her daughter, Aaliya Bano hugged her and sat on the sofa nearby.

"Ami, i was playing on the Stairs in front of you." said the innocent girl, pointing. Suddenly the mother's gaze went up the stairs, she felt the honey-coloured eyes in her imagine. She stuck her daughter with her chest.

"You will not go anywhere at the moment, are you? You will not go upstairs or out without my permission, without telling me, are you hear?"

The mother warned her daughter.

"But Ami, I wish to play now, I like to go out. I need to see the house upstairs too. Please Ami." the girl begged.

"Your Abu Jan has given you a lot of freedom. You became stubburn, when ever I see you, you want game, game and only game. You are now 10 years old, my child. When will you grow up?"

Aaliya Bano's angry voice had heard by Shayan Mirza as he came in that he was carrying the essentials taken out of the car, shoulder bags hanged on both shoulders, carrying suitcase carrier.

"Take it, easy! The shelling started as soon as we arrived."

Shayan Mirza said while placing the luggage near the big round table of the lounge.

"I mean, where are you looking, where are you talking about?" As he spoke, his breath was blowing. "you kill the two with one arrow ... You tell your daughter but indicate her father ... now what did my innocent child do? Why have you started bombardment to be an enemy like America?"

Shayan Mirza was spoke in a blowing sigh. He called his daughter to come with love, she came and sat on the sofa next to her father.

"You too, all the proverbs and pharases, just started at me. Your daughter insists on playing for no reason, she want to go out, she wish to go upstairs. It's okay now?"

Aaliya was getting angry.

" In this simplicity.. Who will not die, O God!

Kill and not even a sword in hand..."

Shayan Mirza repeated Mirza Ghalib's Potery Line, still breath blowing.

"Leave it all ... why is your breath so hard?" Aaliyaa Bano was now worried about her husband's condition. Andalib also began to feel something holding his father's hand.

"Abu Jan has a high fever."

"Ahh? What? Fever?" Alia Bano couldn't believe it. "How did this happen all of a sudden? You stayed awaken all the way from Karachi to here."

She put her hand on her husband's forehead and began to confirm the fever.

"It's a really high fever. Breathing is so unbalanced. I'll give you a panadol tablet, then you may take rest. I don't know what's going on in the rooms." The cleanliness she had observed for so long did not tell her husband.

"This is the cold of Islamabad, Bano! " Shayan Mirza has said (Alia Bano was respectfully called" Begum "and casually called" Bano by her husband Shayan Mirza)

"Look, we were lived here several years ago, who knows the severity of the weather here better than us? The hill station of Murree is also few minutes away from us, of course there will be a heavy snow fall in this weather. Don't worry about me dear, its weather's effects."

Panodol swallowed with three sips of water and the intensity of the whispering threatening warning from his wife near the car was hidden.

"Yeah, who knows?" Aaliya looked sadly into space and said with thoughtful eyes:

"No one could understand, how did these people evict us from the house of our forefathers?"

"Abu, when are we going to die?"

From the father's side came the voice of Andalib, who is keen on sports and entertainment. Aaliya's thinking was disturbed. The couple started looking at each other at the daughter's question and then started laughing.

"In the town on fire ... Andalib in his madness. "

Mother cracked a joke on daughter. Then, she started taking out tea and food items from a shoulder bag.

"If you reduce the flame, the fire will burn less.. What you say my child."

This time Professor Sahib winked at his daughter and cracked a joke on the wife. Breathing was slowly recovering now.

"The fever has gone up, the breath has gone out, but the phrases don't stop tightening," Aaliyaa Bano was now in pleasant mood.

"What should i do, my darling? There are effects of companionship. It will last till the end. By the way, will there be tea in today's history?"

Shayan Mirza was not coming slow. At last Aaliya smiled and stood up carrying with dry milk, sugar and tea bags.

"Madam! Tea"

At a heavy masculine voice, not only Aaliya Bano suddenly looked back, but also Shayan Mirza stood up in shock and Andalib hugged her father in fear.

There was a thunderous roar in the two-word sentence of the newcomer which hit the door and wall of the lounge and dissolved in the air in the next few moments, but the tone also included politeness and style. He was standing two steps above the lounge with a tray in his hand, which contained tea and other utensils in exquisite carved vessels. Being taller and being on the upper floor made me feel longer. Long black straight hair coming down from shoulders, black beard, bright face but without any impression he was in very serious looks, eyes down very low, he wore black long shirt and shalwar and black prayer cap on head, wearing black sandals on feet, he was waiting for his Master's order.

The inclusion of the fourth living body in the presence of three persons, is not uncommon, but here it seemed to be another matter. House was closed for several years, there was no other way of coming inside, the front door is also completely closed due to cold, so who was he? How did he get into the house? Where did the tea and food supplies come from?

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