Humsafar - Khirad&Ashar CLOSED Indefinitely - Page 4

Originally posted by: richiii

you started another story

now even though i am not familiar with drama or the couple, though i have heard a lot about them, i am quite excited to read this ff...

p.s will comment on the update once i read it...

Ah! You don't need to be watching the show to follow the story. However, I do recommend you atleast try a few episodes and I can assure that you will be hooked.


Thanks for writing :)

Originally posted by: InvisibleSmile

i don't know why they have not shown it in the show, but in the book Asher refused to take any call or read any letter from khirad, because he thought she would ask him for a divorce.which is why he avoided her calls, and even refused to read the letter. Its not until after leap the letter comes back into the picture.

Well I have seen quite a few novel adaptations in BBC, and I feel there is always something or the other that is left out in such dramatizations.

How I wish I can get my hands on a well translated version of Humsafar that comes close to the author's narrative?

Thanks for that tid-bit. :)

Originally posted by: InvisibleSmile

jahan asher&khirad, wahan main :P , i adore the show :)

regardless, it was more so your writing style that pulled me here. I'have read the book and in no form did i want to ruin the image i had in my mind. You know when you read a book, you have a certain image that sometimes movies, or shows tend to destroy , but you have a way with your words, you sweep across all emotions and i like that. I like the strong khirad you have portrayed here, my most favorite part has always been the part after her daughter is born, the strength she gains is almost unbelievable. The remnants of pain&heartbreak she gained from that one man she trusted with everything of hers; have turned into hatred... not even hatred its more like the feeling of nothingness,left me in shivers.

now coming back to your story, beautiful writing style, i really honestly was waiting for someone to start a story on them. Your use of words to describe everything left me in awe, and i definitely liked that khirad is shown to be very strong, glad she left that good for nothing khizar. though i am intrigued very much, on where you plan to this story. i wonder whats coming up in her life, and how she will cope? Do continue. Would love to read it.

That's scary :)...I won't be able to keep the same essence of Khirad and Asher from the book for two reasons. 1) I haven't read the book 2) My story might not work with the same nuances in characterization. I really hope that you will be able to see them apart and I will do my best to not spoil K&A for you. :)

I'm watching the show for how Khirad is portrayed. She is strong and that is an understatement...but together they draw me to the soap. There is no skin show. I love how they have scenes that could be out of any couple's life and more importantly, they didn't need to show their passion by staring at each other for hours. Ok...I better stop here...;) and get back to writing.

As for my story, please read it with a open mind. My general tendency is not to give the same treatment to my story and characters as the original show. Hopefully you will all like it.

Thanks again ;)

Q: In your story is Khirad with Khizer because of some reason or did she choose to herself?

And please PM me if you update.. I love thiss <3

Originally posted by: Sana.B

Q: In your story is Khirad with Khizer because of some reason or did she choose to herself?

And please PM me if you update.. I love thiss <3

Lord! 😉 You are right on track. I will be giving the story away, if I answer your question. Just wait for a few updates. :)

Will surely PM.

Pain always calls for attention whenever it took hold. But even pain is discernible only to a point and beyond that threshold it was numbness alone. That night she was a living numb mass who wouldn't speak to Shaheen, as she steered the wheel casting quick worried glances towards her friend - Khirad - while she kept driving. Khirad simply stared out the window without so much as a word, with a visible detachment that Shaheenn was forced to entertain a bedeviling idea: of taking the car back to find Khizar and ascertain that Khirad was emotionally stable then; that the facts she'd shared in the due course of their last phone call had been true.

Soon after they reached home, Khirad went straight to bed and Shaheen thought it was best to take up the subject when she was clear headed; and what better way than a good night's sleep to gain some sanity - which she thought Khirad anyways lacked under the dulling hours of the night.

Sleep had a way of resolving things for her. She'd come to believe that sleep untangled those few knots that even her alert conscious couldn't. And when that night's slumber felt like years in the making, she woke up to a dawn gallantly streaked with the brightest lights...to a lucidity she felt robbed of all those years.

Shaheen came into the guest room with tea, right as she exited the bathroom and Shaheen gave her a small smile, greeting her by invoking the lord's name.

"I don't know where I would have gone, had it not been for you Shaheen" She spoke low while sitting down on the bed and tying her hair again into messy bun.

"Thank you" She said, reaching out to touch her arm, before taking in the tea cup in her hand.

"Don't bother Khirad..." Shaheen took a sip and keenly studied her face, looking for any trace of regret for her action's last night. But instead, she saw a resentment and something in the likes of a resolute that was on its way to becoming a grim determination. In reality, she wouldn't need all that to be etched on Khirad's face to read into her state of mind. She knew her friend had her own approach to fighting her troubles; although, if their lives in Hyderabad were anything to go by Khirad's troubles were already over. What was left for Khirad, was for her to set forth towards a new shore - put together a life that would enable her to do so. While Shaheen waited for some sign to begin a conversation that would cursorily address those plans, Khirad got off the bed and walked towards the bay windows, seemingly lost in the far horizon - as if she was looking for the land that lay beyond the Chicago blue waters of the Great lakes.

"If you don't mind, I want to stay her for some time Shaheen..." She began and hesitatingly turned in profile for her response.

"Of course...It isn't a thing to ask. Even Tausif has gone to Hyderabad for a month..." Shaheen, at once, caught her slip and unknowingly she'd already numbered her days at her home. "Oops! Sorry Khirad..." She sounded sincerely apologetic and with that, she also gave away her helplessness "That wasn't meant to come out like that"

"No problem..." She looked down at the expensive china she was holding and her eyes trailed the last of the froth that tossed against the inner walls of the cup. If Shaheen could have her way, Khirad would be staying there with her for the rest of her life. But then there was Shaheen's shohar too and he didn't need to see things the same way as Shaheen did. Moreover, she wanted to live free for once, without having to be provided by anyone; without wanting to be taken care of as a chore, like the way a few people did: feeling compelled to work only to justify and to in-turn stay free of the guilt for the recompense they received. "One month is plenty time to find a place. I might even move out before that"

"Would you do one more favor?" Khirad asked after a while and Shaheen looked up from her tea.

"I need you to go back there and get all my stuff" Shaheen didn't answer and her eyes widened in surprise, as though the hard truth - that she'd left Khizar for good - were still taking its time to sink into her.

When Shaheen didn't answer, she continued, "Not everything, just my clothes and papers. There is a small amount in the bank as savings..." She turned to face Shaheen fully, "I will buy the rest of the stuff I need, using that"

"Are you sure Khirad?" Shaheen's eyes still held the same element of shock and concern as the previous night.

Pulling her dupatta as a shawl over her shoulders, she spun around to watch the calming waters again. "I'm certain...and I can tell you that, that is what Allah wants for me too"

It had been months, since he'd woken up to early light of the day and ages since without being rushed for a coffee by this side of the wall, that had floor-to-ceiling glass windows and looked out to the lake. Without doubt, the privileged always missed out on the small pleasures of life and he hadn't been far from being becoming one of those truly under-privileged who had everything but enjoyed nothing at all.

Ashar had lived the prime of his life in that high-rise apartment that overlooked an endless, giant mass of azure waters that lapped the sides of the road he lived: Lake Shore drive. Though five years had been a long time, he'd hardly spent any time by that wall adoring the free excursion of nature he was offered with that heavy rent he paid. Throwing his brows up with a smile - that showed a mild embarrassment - unto himself, he raised his coffee cup in a toast to all of the daunting beauty that lay out there.

As he made a mental note to give attendance there before he made his way out to work every day, he noticed a woman dressed in a yellow flowing garment by the window that was diagonally a few floors down and opposite from his own. While he paused momentarily mid-way in his turn - as though stopped by an unknown hand - her hair spilled from her knot as a dark curtain over her face. He wanted to walk away - dismissing it as another morning person who'd long ignored the complimentary sights that came with the apartment stay - but he felt an unmistakable inertia take over his feet. Her hand reached out to the lock of hair right by the middle of her face and moved it behind her ears with a familiar grace which attuned him to an eerie awareness inside him. A name struggled to roll over his tongue, just as his mind cleared the last traces of a doubt and disbelief and raced back in time to a period left behind ten years ago...

"Khirad..." He recollected within that whisper, a cousin, a friend and something else...long forgotten.

Only one word for u dear "Brilliant!".. This was absolutely beautiful! And thanks for the pm..

And please update soon..! Can't waitt

Cool... I like the way Khirad is handling the situation

Originally posted by: -nirvana-

The will and grace of Khirad is worth complimenting. To leave everything behind and start a new life with so little in your hands, is worth commending on her part. I am sure you have heard that nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending!!!

I was waiting for Ashar to make an entry! :)

Did you see how she handled Ashar in the show today, it was almost like she had no feelings for what he thinks or says, she made her point and just walked out! Bravo!!! Though I do think the show is moving too fast, I wish it would slow down just a little bit...

ps...Happy New Year! :)

Thank you :)

Yes, as I said before, Khirad will remain true to her portrayal in the show.
And should I say, I loved your words...

The show was brilliant today. And need I mention her curt words that said it all... Can't wait for next week already.
I would agree with you, that they need to slow down a bit. But as it is, I'm glad I even got to atleast look through the TV adaptation of a touching novel.

Happy New Year...You party animal :)