Chapter 2
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THE LONLY IGNORED BROTHER
Is qadarr tora hai mujhaay uss ke be-wafaai nay "ghalib"
Abb koi agarr pyar se bhi daikhaay to bikharr jata hoon mai ...
Kitnaa khouff hota hai shaam kay andheroon mein,
Poonch un parindoo say jin kay gharr nahi hotay ...
Hum toh fanaah ho gaye uskii ankhen dekh kar Ghalib,
Naa janay woh Aainaa kiasay dekhte hogey ...!
Unkay dekhnay say jo aa jaati hai muh par raunaqq,
Woh samajhatey hai ki bimaar ka haal achcha hai ...
Dil say terey nigaah jigarr tak utarr gaye,
Dono ko eik adaa mein razaamand karr gaye ...
Outside, peacocks are chirping...some dry leaves started to shrill being in contact of the cold wind. Winter is coming.
Tall, fair, wavy hair till neck a man sitting in the balcony wearing a baize colour pathani kurta churidaar, having a green colour dairy and a pen in his hands while his beside a binded book of Mirza Galib shayeri ...while reciting the shayeri he look at the sky with his dreamy eyes.
The man may be didn't have any other specific beautiful feature on his body the eyes of him can do magic on any one.
Pathan by blood, but calm and compose in nature the younger brother of Bilal Muhammad was watching the birds returning to their home. The sky turns red like vermillion. Sun wants to say good bye to his beautiful people, suddenly A faint hustle bustle he heard.
He keeps the notebook aside and look down. This scene was as usual like everyday. But there is something new today. He could sense this time they took a girl here. Gosh!!
"bhaijaan can never be a man I think!!"
the young man thought. He look out from the staircase. He saw the full scene. After the men took the girl who was scratching the ground gesturing her denial, he saw his brother was smirking like a bloody wolf!
"She is a fox Jalal! Don't be her pray! Its for our own good!!"
He can see that his brother is not like suggesting but ordering him to stay out of this matter. But he is a peace loving man by birth. It's his ammijaan's teaching that you should protect women from the cruel world, be it from yourself. He can't sit like an idol. He doesn't know why but his heart is pleading his mind to rescue that woman from his killer brother.
He went to his room. When he go near the window, he saw that the men literally dragging the woman to the outhouse. The outhouse is nothing but a one room small house. Its small and full of dirty smell.
He went to London for completing his graduation, he didn't know these all till he came here and he have his welcome by witnessing a murder of an elderly man in front of his eyes. He knows his brother hates Hindus'. But he respects all religion. His brother is a kidnapper yet he had a factory of wooden furniture whom he claimed running by white money which is truly and peacefully Lie.
But he can't say a word against his brother. Yes that is the reason that he is his brother. That is the reason that he cant hate him. Blood relation is very much important to him, but he don't know that if Bilal keep doing this for how much time he will keep his respect for him.
But today he know he is doing wrong by capturing a woman, sorry a girl no its called kidnapping by force.
But he is helpless. Bt not till the dinner time. He want to meet her. He don't know why...but he feel if he once go to her. Hope she will tell what happen with her and why they took her here.
He went again on the balcony and started starring the stars. Its his favourite pass time.
From childhood he was a loner but his mother's favourite. His father didn't like him as her mother was dark by her skin. So jalal was a bit dusky by skin. Once in his university the students tease him like he is an African and from any jungle from Africa. He respects his culture so many of the time he uses to wear short kurta with trouser in the campus. Many of the students didn't know he held from India. Many of them thought he was a Pakistani so saw him with suspicious. On that he was very much sad. If he would a Pakistani what will be that any crime?? BT it's like being Indian is not a crime but being Muslim in abroad country is the biggest crime.
On that his name, Jalal. Many of them cant even pronounce his name. Many of them call jelap, some called jelal some of them even halal!! But the most horrible was a French guy once called him jallad!! God!! He was determined to change his name. So many of the time he introduces himself as Akbar. All of them could pronounce that.
But after coming here he comes to know why they actually indirectly hate him. When his brother is a jallad like this why the people wouldn't hate him.
He don't know how many hours he was sitting there and thinking about himself & his life. A suddent sound of opening door snatches his attention.
A person, middle in height walking towards the outside with having something in his hand. Jalal assumed it to be Food for that girl.
"Yes this is the time." He thought. Grabbing a shawl he went out of the room.
Its around 9pm at night. All around are silent except some pack of wolves roaring indicating their existence. The outhouse is about 50 meters from here. He was walking silently while looking around for any human being.
Only one light was there on the gate of the outhouse, which is also like 40 powers. Reaching in front of the gate of the house he again looks around for someone. He looks towards the haveli. He somewhere feared about his animalist big brother. He was always a calm and compose person, while peace lover.
"fhew!! No one is there" jalal breath out.
Murmuring Allah's name jalal push the door. And he can't see a thing at first. A mild darkness all around. But he tries to locate any furniture near him. He started to walk. The more he walks the more darkness fading. About 4-5 steps around he saw a person tied up hands in the back, legs are like same tied by a nylon rope while a food plate was there having two bajra roti with a very spicy gravy curry with potato.
He look at the person binding hands and legs. She might heared a sound so she look up.
Precap: Jalal- Jodha Convo
P.S. the first poster of the chapter was done by me, but the black and white second poster was edited by Savindi
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