FF Aangan: Chapter 4 Page 2

Hi friends, I haven't been on this site for the longest time. I hope you're all well. It might be the lockdown, or having rewatched Aangan, but I couldn't help but write this. Do let me know what you think. It was such a brilliant show, as always has left me wanting more. The acting, the show, the clothing, everything was perfection.

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Jameel

As Jameel lay on her bisdra, his head finding the dent where her head had rested, he tried to achieve a closeness to her. Aliya’s words were ringing in his ears ‘aur uss ne apko bilkul yaad nahi kiya’ but didn’t Chammi say she wouldn’t forget? On the eve of his rishta, she said she will not forget him till the day she died. No. His hands came up to his eyes, trying to rub out the memory. How could she? Restless, he stood, chasing her memory as if she were a butterfly, chasing her laughter, the sound of her bangles, her teasing words.

His feet involuntarily carried him further on the roof, every moment shared replaying in his mind.

His words ringing in his ears ‘jaho raho khush raho’ and before he had returned she had left. Of course, he had ensured it, had ensured he would not return until she had left. Until her being, her essence, her wajood had left his house. Blinking fast, his hand reached out to touch the pillars, every corner beckoned her name. Her teasing nature, her gussa, her nakhre, his teasing, his gussa, his Chammi. Wasn’t it here that he had wiped her tears, telling her he never wants to see tears in her eyes? His mind begun to spin.

That night when she told him look me in the eyes and tell that there is nothing between us, he couldn’t. His heart, his fickle heart had forsaken her. It had left her stoic, standing, and he? He had begun to chase something that did not have a name, a body, or meaning thinking it was love.

With heavy feet he returned to her bisdra, finding her pillow, inhaling her scent, finally sleeping peacefully for the first time in months. His final thought being mein uska makroozi hoon.

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The scene where Jameel lay on Chammis bed was magnificent, it spoke volumes. Hope you liked this!

All the best,

A

Chapter 1 - Jameel

Chapter 2 - Without a glance

Chapter 3 - Ten days

Chapter 4 - The Bet

How could I miss that scene?😲 I thought Jameel only loved Aliya, and he married Chammi only out of sympathy.😳

Lovely OS . The feelings you described left me wanting more. Plz keep writing. You have a beautifull way in highlighting the slightest emotions.❤️

Originally posted by: awida

How could I miss that scene?😲 I thought Jameel only loved Aliya, and he married Chammi only out of sympathy.😳

Lovely OS . The feelings you described left me wanting more. Plz keep writing. You have a beautifull way in highlighting the slightest emotions.❤️

Thank you so much! That is incredibly kind of you, that scene was definitely a plot changer for me! I have got more in the works, will post very soon. Thank you again!

Originally posted by: curledup

Thank you so much! That is incredibly kind of you, that scene was definitely a plot changer for me! I have got more in the works, will post very soon. Thank you again!

I am waiting to read more of your stories. If you had posted any in these forums plz inform me. It's been a long time since I read something touching.😳

2: Without a glance

She was visiting again, her daughter was a year now. His mother had called her back, claiming selfish need to hear the sounds of an infants laughter. As soon as she had arrived Aliya had sequestered her in her room. His old room. With light footsteps he approached the door, his hand instinctively coming up to touch the wall. Hearing her laughter his lips bent into a smile, she always had the most infectious laugh.

His mind took him back to when she would run in and announce that she had come up with a new poem, he would hear her before she came in. Her bangles and anklets celebrating her arrival.

He was stood outside for who knows how long, seconds turning into minutes, minutes into hours, eagerly listening, hoping to catch some mention of his name but none came. She detailed stories of her daughter, and upon Aliyas question of her husband, Chammi laughed without joy.

There was a heaviness in her voice when she spoke. “woh? You don’t know him Bajya, you don’t know what I have to endure. Aakhir, I’ve done it all for you”

“Me?” He could the hear tone of incredulity in Aliyas response.

“Chodiya na, tell me everything about your job, do the kids listen, will you teach my daughter?” The questions came fast, but Jameel couldn’t hear anything beyond ‘I’ve done it all for you’

His eyes lowered, and with them his heart followed. What did she mean? For Aliya? Or for me? He walked towards the roof, urgently needing to sit down. Did Chammi sacrifice her life, her home, her love, for him? He gulped. The scorching heat beat down his back as he tried to piece her words together.

The call of the tangah broke his reverie, was she leaving already? From where he was sat he could hear the flurry of bangles, anklets, and pardeh. She was ushering her goodbyes saying she was expected before sundown.

Nothing was making sense, she came as fast as she went, her voice was heavy with emotion, her husband whom his father had chosen was nothing short of a zalim, but Chammi was not a woman of half-measures. So why did she stay with him? Why hadn’t she returned with disbelief? She did not bend to anyones will, so why then did she chose to stay with her husband? For Aliya?

No, he thought. Not for Aliya, but for me. His breathing became laboured, running a rough hand through his hair Jameel could not make sense of anything, but he did know one thing: today she had left him without a glance.

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I've slightly adapted it, you might be thinking, hasn't Jameel suffered enough in the main story? Welp, here's some more for our beloved majnu. As always all thoughts and feedback welcome! Thanks so much for reading.

All the best,

A

Originally posted by: awida

I am waiting to read more of your stories. If you had posted any in these forums plz inform me. It's been a long time since I read something touching.😳

That is very very kind! Thank you! I've posted another chapter, do let me know what you think

Hey everyone! so I've fully fleshed out the next 12 chapters of this set. I do apologise, I haven't properly introduced myself. I'm Aash, I haven't visited this place since 2011. So do bare with me whilst I piece together Jameels journey. Some of his actions were above any form of redemption, and I know its almost been a year since this show has ended but I need dust out this story then I'm all done I promise.

3: Ten days

It had been ten days since she had finally returned to his house, the last time she was here she said she would only return for her bajyas wedding, but she couldn’t wait for such news, and this time she came back for good. His mother informed him on the third day that Chammi had received a divorce, an end to her 4 year marriage, he had grunted in response and feigned indifference as he walked up to his room.

On the fourth day he found his room spotless, not a sheath of paper loose, or splatters of ink on his bed sheets, he was sure this was Chammis work, he stormed out of his room to go and find her. His house was not incredibly big, neither was Chammi a pint-sized woman that he couldn’t find her, yet she remained elusive to his sight and touch. He checked the roof, he checked his fathers room, he checked the aangan, he checked his mothers room, yet she was no where to be found.

Three more days passed before he finally saw her, he wondered if he would’ve seen her sooner, but those three days were occupied with political dealings and discussions, one jalsa after the other. On the seventh day when he finally spotted her, she was dressed in pale blue, Jameel’s nose scrunched up. Pale blue? Where was the Chammi quotient? Her wrists were absent of any noise, and he suspected her ankles were the same. He must have made a noise as she looked up from the dirty clothes and immediately looked down again. No salam, no smile, no giggle.

On the eve of the seventh day he went to go find her, bursting with boyish energy, he was itching to share a new line of prose with her. Earnest in his foot steps he was desperate to try and recreate those moments they had shared before fate tore them apart.

‘Arre where are you going?’ His mother halted him.

‘Tameezan ko dekhne’ he fibbed.

‘Shes gone to sleep’

‘Arre this early? But isn’t she usually up till Isha namaaz?’

‘Yes usually she is, but Tameezan had a bad fever so Chammi has taken her to bed early’ his mother looked at him with a skeptical eye ‘did you need something Jameel?’

He sighed in resignation and begun to climb the stairs to his room. Collapsing into his bed he wished for sleep to come, but like Chammi, sleep eluded him also. Those ten days were the most quiet they had ever been with Chammi present, no laughter, no quips, no fights. Just silence, almost as if she had fought with life and lost.

On the eleventh day, he heard the tinkling sounds of her laughter waft up into his room. At first he thought he had imagined it so continued to read Ghalibs poetry, but then he heard it again. He looked up, book forgotten, his feet carried him towards her laughter, like a bee to pollen, his legs had a will off their own. His heart soared as he got closer and closer, with every step he took her laughter grew, like the heat of a burning flame. In the aangan he found the source of her laughter: she was playing hide and seek with Tameezan and his mother. It was Chammis turn, the dupatta was tied around her eyes, her limbs flaying left and right as she loudly declared all the tickling that would befall the person she would inevitably catch.

His lips tugged up into a boyish smile, and he stepped forward eager to be a part of her laughter and play. An amazing chance of fate occurred, as when he stepped forward she looped her hands round, squealing in excitement. His smile grew, knowing he was the source of her joy.

‘Pakar liya - ha, I’ve caught you now, just you wait and see what I do to you’ eagerly she tore of the scarf from her eyes, and looked forward, and then up. The laughter dimmed from her eyes and she took a step back.

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Tada! Chapter 3. Enjoy! Do let me know what you think

waiting for the next part👍🏼.

It is getting interesting now, that Chammi is back to home, and Jameel having feelings for her. 😳 Can't wait to see her reaction after knowing that she caught him.😉

Gr8 job @Aash.😊