I passes my Matric exams hard and work here and there, it would have become such a daily wage that we, mother and son, would have arranged for two meals of dal roti. During those days, I was working at a service station. Dhuta used to roam around the parks and markets on the day off to see if a girl would give him a lift. This was the main purpose of life. God had given him good looks. I saw Jinnah shopping in Super and there was another girl with her. She smiled and looked at me. As usual, I followed behind. I got the mobile number from him it was a big success today I was very happy we texted each other all night.
I lied to him that I am a medical student and my father is also a doctor. He told me that his father is a big businessman who mostly goes to Dubai for business. As we started meeting each other, I started liking him very much. God bless the service station owner’s son who became my friend.
It was not a movie story, it was a real-life story of him knowing my true nature and embracing me. Gaya used to give straight kicks and maybe even beat her. Anyway, she was the only daughter of a big father. Her mind stayed on the throne.
One day in the morning when I was washing the car at the service station in dirty dirty clothes, suddenly someone put his hand on my shoulder from behind, I felt relieved, but when I looked back, my heart forgot to beat, my throat became dry and the color was like this. In front of her, she was standing with her hands on the crusher and chewing gum as usual. She said in a sarcastic tone, “Doctor, what’s going on?” He had caught me red-handed, he had come to know my status as a du take. I started crying out of shame and humiliation.
She suddenly pushed me and dropped me in the back seat. She came near me, grabbed me by the ear, bent towards me, then grabbed my chin and lifted my face. He said in an aggressive manner yesterday, thinking to send mother to our house for a relationship, I jumped with surprise and uncertainty, what came out of my mouth?
The next day she barely celebrated her mother. She went to her house. She was very happy to return. She had given her a lot of love and the relationship was also ripe. Handed over to me, today I am running a small chaat samosa shop at Mandi Mor, given to me by my father-in-law. Thank God, I am making a good living. And my father-in-law has kept a cart of pakoras outside the lorry depot these days.