Kaisi Teri Khudgharzi (ARY) DT #10 II Danish Taimoor, DurE Fishaan II - Page 25

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Durefishan Saleem, who was last seen in the chartbuster Kaisi Teri Khudgarzi, spoke about how she would never watch or even work in a “toxic” show like that again. However, she credits the Ahmed Bhatti directorial for finally bringing her fame that lets her be picky with her scripts.In a conversation with BBC Asian Network, Saleem blamed the audiences for giving views to shows that enable toxic behaviour and not letting progressive and feminist-driven narratives be a hit. But if she would never watch something like Kaisi Teri Khudgarzi herself, why would she choose a project like this? The actor said that the project not only opened many doors for her professionally but it also shows a narrative that our society is obsessed with – a boy saving a girl“I would never watch a genre like this or would even like to work in something like this again but I belong to a kind of society where people really like women being saved from any toxic area around her,” she said. Interrupting her thought, the host questioned that such dramas end up becoming toxic; an enabler, for the viewers and the society itself then.To which, Saleem nodded and said, “Yes, but that’s because our audience is just focused on (the narrative) that a girl needs to be saved by a boy. It doesn’t matter how that boy saves you or who he is, it’s more about how we raise women in our culture. We just tell them that your brother, your father, your husband is supposed to be around you.”Saleem’s character Mehak in Kaisi Teri Khudgarzi is a scared, helpless victim who ends up falling in love with her abductor. “When I was reading the script, perhaps Duresfishan would never have acted the way Mehak did but someone who is like Mehak would have. Because Mehak is a Pakistani girl who has no experience of boys, who was never told that you are good yourself.”The host then named dramas like the Mawra Hocane-starrer Sabaat and Sajal Aly’s Yakeen Ka Safar where there’s a man supporting a woman but she’s independent on her own as well and asked Saleem if she’s getting those kinds of “progressive” scripts where the woman has her own mind, to begin with.“Now I am getting those scripts after doing Kaisi Teri Khudgarzi. It made producers and me more feasible to the choices that I would say yes to. Today if I get 10 scripts and I am not liking 10 of them, I would get five more because they would be like ‘Oh, we want her on board,” she said while questioning whether such female-centric dramas bring in numbers as well as the “toxic” dramas do."“But are these the types of dramas that commercially do well? We hope so because it's all a chain of producers getting their money back. If you’re not getting them the views, no matter how progressive, feminist-driven drama it might be, they won’t be able to make another one again,” she concluded.

A/N: I think its pretty obvious I hated the way it ended so here's my own version of what should have happened 😆 Apologies since its comparitively shorter than my previous works but...there's too much PTSD of Shamsher's death, so I managed to complete this after a shit-tonne of crying 😆

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Finding Forever

The lights were harsh on my eyes. I blinked several times but to no good. Maybe that’s what aging does to a person. Although I had not crossed the senior citizen’s mark.

My eyes fell on the photo frame on the side table, the feeling of pain and loss flooding my system again.

You weren’t supposed to leave.

Not like this.

We envisioned our future.

Our lives were about to change.

And mine did…the moment you closed your eyes forever.

‘Mom?’

He looks so much like his father.

A small smile adorned my lips.

‘Yes my child,’ I whispered. ‘Come closer.’

A small being landed with a big thud on my bed, giggling sweetly. ‘Naani!’

‘Hoorain, don’t jump like that!’ her mother chided.

I laughed throatily, ‘She is my little princess, she can do anything.’

‘You spoil her rotten, maa.’

The familiar name warmed me up on the insides. Shehernaz chose to split the English word “mumma” for her biological mother and her mother-in-law, thus making me the “maa”.

‘My world revolves around you three,’ I said, snuggling Hoorain into my side.

‘How are you, maa?’ Shehernaz sat on the edge of my bed. ‘Come home with us.’

‘I’m not that old,’ I snickered. ‘When these joints are about to give up, then you can talk me into moving in with you.’

‘Don’t you ever say that!’ My son’s anger shot up, as he sat on the other side of my bed.

Shehernaz, sensing the change in the atmosphere, addressed Hoorain, ‘Why don’t you go get the doll house to show Naani? Choti Naani can help you.’

Hoorain got off the sheets excitedly, running off to find Nida.

‘Shamsher-’

‘No mom!’ His form started shaking furiously. ‘Don’t you ever say that. Don’t you ever think of leaving me.’

Tears filled his eyes, rolling down his cheeks. His face was etched with pain and Shehernaz moved to hold him.

The satisfaction I felt was indescribable. My son had found such a loving wife, a wonderful child, lived an honest life and his hardwork had made him reach heights. The past however, did not disappear. The more he grew in the business world, the more the media would mention about his father’s tragic death and how Shamsher “Junior” was a far cry from the corrupt and ruthless members of the paternal side of his family.

‘Son, listen to me,’ I said, rubbing the back of his hand. ‘I’m tired. I’ve lived lifetimes in this life of mine. I have felt searing pain and agonizing anger for years.’

‘Mom please,’ he sobbed, resting his head on my torso. ‘Fight for me.’

‘Believe me, I’m trying.’ I patted his hair; it scared me how similar the texture was to his father’s. How similar were the two men who held significant positions in my life. ‘It’s not easy. Not everyone can fight cancer.’

The mention of the C-word filled the room with unease. Shehernaz was trying not to cry, attempting to be strong for her husband.

‘The man who caused you so much trouble left the world before I was born,’ Shamsher whispered.

‘I know. But son, that same man was reborn as a different man who was selfless and wanted the best for us. I can’t change what he did in the past but I did forgive him so I could move on.’

‘Did you?’ he inquired. ‘Did you really forgive him?’

‘I did, because I fell in love with him. But I haven’t been able to forgive him for leaving me suddenly.’

‘His death was Dadu’s fault.’

‘Shamsher, your father and I had the most complicated and twisted relationship, in which so many things cannot be justified. But that’s life. And none of it changes how much I love him.’

‘It is so weird,’ Shamsher sniffled. ‘All of it.’

‘That’s life. Hey,’ I said gently. ‘You have it all, son. More than what I wanted for you. Take care of yourself. Shehernaz is a darling. And Hoorain is an angel. Always remember that. Meanwhile, your father and I have scores to settle, he owes me nearly three decades of happiness.’

My tone made both my son and daughter-in-law laugh, effectively dissipating the tension.

‘Now, can we eat dinner together? I owe Hoorain a pizza.’

Shehernaz called the restaurant and Shamsher sat across from me, asking me more and more questions about his father. I did not avoid them, instead I chose to answer everything honestly. As much as I put a smile on my face, I knew the inevitable was around the corner.

*****

My breathing was laboured.

My eyes were dry.

I could sense an out-of-body experience.

It was time.

A blinding white light hit me, captivating me towards it.

I did not resist.

The vacuum pressure pulled me, and I went with it.

The light dragged me away, leaving behind my physical self in the Earthly realm.

Now all I had to do was wait some more.

I would see him again.

*****

The lush greenery surrounding me was unrealistically beautiful, the slow burble of a waterfall at a distance was inviting. I longed to soak myself in the oasis, sit under the cool water, and let the years of agony leave my system. But I had a bigger goal to achieve.

The white laced anarkali should have drenched me and the extremely high heels would have caused me to trip and fall. But this was not the material realm. I was somewhere else. In a place where everything was perfect and glowing with young energy, the same as me, who just noticed the back of my very smooth hand, indicating I was back in my 20s.

I started navigating through the thick forest, strolling through the tulip and lavender fields, the harmony of the different shades of lilac, pink, red, yellow and orange creating the most delicious rainbow. There were numerous flowers, flora and fauna I had never seen before, and the cocktail of scents in the air was indescribable.

My gut was jumpy, indicating he was close.

A huge marble arch came into view, coaxing me towards it.

I began sprinting, a huge beam spread across my face when I saw an all-too-familiar figure adorning a white outfit matching mine. A wave of overwhelming emotions hit me, and I halted abruptly.

‘Come here, love.’ Was all the encouragement I needed.

With tears streaming down my face, I ran uncontrollably and flung my arms around his neck, inhaling the scent I had not in years, feeling every ridge and curve of his torso pressed against mine. He lifted me off the ground and spun me round and round until I squealed in delight.

‘Shamsher…’ I whispered, drinking in his features hungrily. Like a man craving for water in a desert. ‘Shamsher!’

Shamsher did not say a word. He did not have to, his eyes spoke volumes. He swooped in and kissed me gently at first, deepening the kiss immediately. More tears fell out of my eyes as I held him closer, returning the kiss with equal hunger. My feet found the ground and I used it to my advantage, pulling him impossibly closer.

A part of me wanting to savour our reunion, make every kiss count, while the other part could only care about letting it all out and make up for all the lost time. I could have just thought and conjured up the most opulent bed right in the middle of where we were and had my way with him, or I could let him lead.

All thoughts left my mind when Shamsher broke our kiss, moving his lips to my earlobe, grinning when I mewled. ‘Still sensitive as always,’ he whispered against my skin, repeating his actions, effectively causing my knees to buckle. He dipped me slightly, cradling my head and taking charge of marking me like he had always wanted, kissing me softly every few minutes.

Finally he pulled away, his pools of chocolate locked into mine, with the largest smile I had ever seen on his face.

‘You owe me,’ I whispered, standing up straight, throwing my arms around him.

‘Don’t worry, I haven’t even begun loving you yet,’ Shamsher grinned wickedly, planting a kiss on my forehead. ‘Even when we were on Earth, I had barely gotten started.’

‘You have years to make up for,’ I replied sniffling, unable to believe he was here with me. With me.

Shamsher’s beautiful features contorted with pain, ‘Do not cry, baby. We have the rest of eternity together and it will be so damn beautiful, I promise you.’

‘You do?’

‘Yes of course,’ he said softly, wiping my tears gently. ‘It’s been terribly lonely. I’ve waited so long for you. Let me apologize to you in every way I can.’

‘No,’ I said, looking him square in the eye. Conclusion clouded Shamsher’s face but he chose not to interrupt. ‘You’re not going to apologize at all. You’re only going to show me the thousands of ways you have wanted to give me everything. Remember our first night together? You said there was so much you wanted to give me, but you couldn’t because well, we weren’t living in wealth.’

‘Yes.’

‘I want all of that. I want you to finally live, my darling. Live with me in our afterlife. No one here can do anything about it.’ I leaned in to kiss him once again. Because now I could do it anywhere, anytime and nothing could stop us.

‘So shall we begin?’ Shamsher asked, even though he knew my answer.

I nodded and he swept me up in his arms, grinning at my giggles as he carried me to our next destination. ‘I love you.’

‘I love you too,’ Shamsher beamed at hearing my words and at the fact he could say it in return.

‘Forever.’

‘Forever.’

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*wipes tears dramatically* Part 2 anyone? 😭 Since they barely got started 😈☺️

OMG what in the Kaisi Teri Khudgharzi world was this ❤️😎

Man i just realised how much i have missed reading your work! As always it was simply beautiful to read. You have a beautiful way with words. ❤️

And it felt like a surprise after surprise 😆 .. she becomes a nani 😛, you named the grand child Hoorain 😆, why cancer though 😭.. then moving on to their reunion and best part of it all was Mehak baaji looking for a bed in the middle of nowhere 🤣..

Oh man this was so good.. and ofcourse the banner, its amazing! 😳

yay you finally wrote something

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I liked how you incorporated Shehernaz and Hoorain here. Were you imagining Danish-Aiza as the son and DIL? And Hoorain as their daughter?😆

I would love a part 2

Just one quick question...you mentioned cancer...kisko hua tha?

yes Abhiya fan forever❤️
pkyek is over decades ago but still live in our hearts.

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