It was the loud sound of the whistle that pulled her out of her thoughts. She got startled and raised her head. There were 3 boys wearing jeans and jacket and they were coming towards her from three directions. The place was exceptionally silent, her heart sank. She turned to escaoe from them but there was a fourth boy approaching her. They were teasing her and making suggestive actions and approaching her. She bent her head and tried swifly leaving their circle but one of them quickly held her hand. Haya was about to shout when the boy himself got stunned and moved backwards.
A loud sound came, someone hit the boy on the back of his head.
"Idiots! You dare trouble baji. I am not going to leave you." Long, broad, healthy Dolly was swinging his frying pan and hitting the boys. Haya looked on in astonishment and moved backwards.
The boy who got hit, held his head and tan away. Two other boys also ran away from there. The fourth boy was adamant in fighting Dolly but he hit the boy on the kness with such force that he ran away limping.
"These idiots dare come and provoke Dolly!" He dusted his hands with a sense of victory and turned towards Haya.
His face looked like it was covered with white flour. He was wearing greenish blue lenses and applied eyeliner and glittery eye shadow and lipstick of the colour of red beak. Brownish golden fringes looked through the dupatta he was wearing on the head. He was obviously wearing a wig.
The first time Haya saw Dolly she felt disgust, the second time fear and third time at the traffic..anger. Today she felt nothing. She was quietly looking at Dolly and panting.
"Leave those bastards Baji! This is all they do, I have been observing for a while, but who would have thought they would trouble you...those idiots!"
She did not listen the entire thing and turned away. She bent her head and quickly walked towards the platform. To stand with an enunch in the middle of the road so late atnoght was wrong..
"Arey Baji ji.....listen to me." He ran towards her. Haya stopped, turned back and saw him.
"What?" Her face was shining in the reflection of lights.
"Hai rabba! Baji ji you are so pretty." He kept both his hands on the cheek and exclaimed happily.
She felt no disgust or anger. She quietly kept watching him.
"Atleast say thank you ji"
"Thank you..anything else?" She said flatly.
"You look angry ji.."
"Dolly, why do you always come behind me?"
"Yes, but its not like I give you any tensions. I have always helped you."
"Has anyone asked you to help me? Has amyone asked you to follow me? Say!! Answer me!!" Dolly opened his mouth in shock. First his eyes looked surprised but then tears started forming in his eyes.
"No one ji." He replied sadly after sometime. "I like you, thats why I take care of you, if you feel bad about this I will not come."
Just then Haya's phone rang. She got startled and saw her phone. "Private Number calling".. She stomped her feet and walked towards the raised platform and sat there. The phone was still ringing. She looked at Dolly who was walking sliwly towards her while sobbing.
"Hello."
"Helli Miss Haya....how are you?" It was Major Ahmed...there was a lot of noise behind him. Dolly came and sat on the platform keeping a distance from Haya. He was wiping away his tears.
"For God's sake don't call me. And these men that you have assigned behind me, I will kill all of them and you will be responsible for all of this. I am married and very soon I will be joining my husband. You leave me alone, do you understand?"
Without listening anything else she switched off her phone.
"Are you married ji?"
"Yes. Didnt your major tell you? Isnt he the one who has assigned you behind me?"
"Allah promise ji, no major vajor has sent me, I come to you on my own accord." He said while weeping.
Haya felt he was saying the truth.
"I don't go and speak about you to anyone. I just like you a lot, I swear." She blankly stared at him...there was something about him..strange, frightful but pitiful.
"Ok. Ok. Don't cry."
"I really like you a lot....thats why I come, but you are accusing me." He cried while banging his head.
"Acha....acha. Now stop it!" He silently watched her whike she was blankly looking ahead.
"Are you going somewhere?"
Haya looked at him puzzled.
"You told on the phone." He explained.
"Yes, I am going to Europe."
"Oh, where there is Amrica..the one in English movies?" He forgot he was crying and said enthusiastically. Maybe he was really a normal enunch or a ver cunning actor.
"Yes..that one." She didn't correct him.
"Who stays there ji?"
"My husband." She was now looking at the shops ahead.
"How is your husband ji?"
"I don't know Dolly....If I woukd have known I wouldn't be sitting here."
Her long eyelashes started getting wet. Her eyes filled with tears.
"But ji....."
"You pray Dolly, that I find him." She hid her tears and stood up. Dolly looked at her. She wiped the corner of her eye with her finger and walked towards the door.
Dolly's eyes filled with sadness.
"I pray that you never find him Haya Sulaiman....I pray that you be disheartened by him and come back soon. And I pray may you never be able to even leave for that place."
She was walking quickly when she heard Dolly speak, but this didn't look like Dolly's voice..it was a man's voice. Mature, beautiful and sad voice...she had never heard this voice before. This voice was more attractive than Major Ahmed's voice and it did not even hold Jihan's rude and arrogant tone.
Haya's legs stopped. She quickly turned behind. For the first time in life she felt like meeting Dolly again. She wanted to know who was Dolly, what was he and why!
A loud sound came, someone hit the boy on the back of his head.
"Idiots! You dare trouble baji. I am not going to leave you." Long, broad, healthy Dolly was swinging his frying pan and hitting the boys. Haya looked on in astonishment and moved backwards.
The boy who got hit, held his head and tan away. Two other boys also ran away from there. The fourth boy was adamant in fighting Dolly but he hit the boy on the kness with such force that he ran away limping.
"These idiots dare come and provoke Dolly!" He dusted his hands with a sense of victory and turned towards Haya.
His face looked like it was covered with white flour. He was wearing greenish blue lenses and applied eyeliner and glittery eye shadow and lipstick of the colour of red beak. Brownish golden fringes looked through the dupatta he was wearing on the head. He was obviously wearing a wig.
The first time Haya saw Dolly she felt disgust, the second time fear and third time at the traffic..anger. Today she felt nothing. She was quietly looking at Dolly and panting.
"Leave those bastards Baji! This is all they do, I have been observing for a while, but who would have thought they would trouble you...those idiots!"
She did not listen the entire thing and turned away. She bent her head and quickly walked towards the platform. To stand with an enunch in the middle of the road so late atnoght was wrong..
"Arey Baji ji.....listen to me." He ran towards her. Haya stopped, turned back and saw him.
"What?" Her face was shining in the reflection of lights.
"Hai rabba! Baji ji you are so pretty." He kept both his hands on the cheek and exclaimed happily.
She felt no disgust or anger. She quietly kept watching him.
"Atleast say thank you ji"
"Thank you..anything else?" She said flatly.
"You look angry ji.."
"Dolly, why do you always come behind me?"
"Yes, but its not like I give you any tensions. I have always helped you."
"Has anyone asked you to help me? Has amyone asked you to follow me? Say!! Answer me!!" Dolly opened his mouth in shock. First his eyes looked surprised but then tears started forming in his eyes.
"No one ji." He replied sadly after sometime. "I like you, thats why I take care of you, if you feel bad about this I will not come."
Just then Haya's phone rang. She got startled and saw her phone. "Private Number calling".. She stomped her feet and walked towards the raised platform and sat there. The phone was still ringing. She looked at Dolly who was walking sliwly towards her while sobbing.
"Hello."
"Helli Miss Haya....how are you?" It was Major Ahmed...there was a lot of noise behind him. Dolly came and sat on the platform keeping a distance from Haya. He was wiping away his tears.
"For God's sake don't call me. And these men that you have assigned behind me, I will kill all of them and you will be responsible for all of this. I am married and very soon I will be joining my husband. You leave me alone, do you understand?"
Without listening anything else she switched off her phone.
"Are you married ji?"
"Yes. Didnt your major tell you? Isnt he the one who has assigned you behind me?"
"Allah promise ji, no major vajor has sent me, I come to you on my own accord." He said while weeping.
Haya felt he was saying the truth.
"I don't go and speak about you to anyone. I just like you a lot, I swear." She blankly stared at him...there was something about him..strange, frightful but pitiful.
"Ok. Ok. Don't cry."
"I really like you a lot....thats why I come, but you are accusing me." He cried while banging his head.
"Acha....acha. Now stop it!" He silently watched her whike she was blankly looking ahead.
"Are you going somewhere?"
Haya looked at him puzzled.
"You told on the phone." He explained.
"Yes, I am going to Europe."
"Oh, where there is Amrica..the one in English movies?" He forgot he was crying and said enthusiastically. Maybe he was really a normal enunch or a ver cunning actor.
"Yes..that one." She didn't correct him.
"Who stays there ji?"
"My husband." She was now looking at the shops ahead.
"How is your husband ji?"
"I don't know Dolly....If I woukd have known I wouldn't be sitting here."
Her long eyelashes started getting wet. Her eyes filled with tears.
"But ji....."
"You pray Dolly, that I find him." She hid her tears and stood up. Dolly looked at her. She wiped the corner of her eye with her finger and walked towards the door.
Dolly's eyes filled with sadness.
"I pray that you never find him Haya Sulaiman....I pray that you be disheartened by him and come back soon. And I pray may you never be able to even leave for that place."
She was walking quickly when she heard Dolly speak, but this didn't look like Dolly's voice..it was a man's voice. Mature, beautiful and sad voice...she had never heard this voice before. This voice was more attractive than Major Ahmed's voice and it did not even hold Jihan's rude and arrogant tone.
Haya's legs stopped. She quickly turned behind. For the first time in life she felt like meeting Dolly again. She wanted to know who was Dolly, what was he and why!
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