Hijaab Waali bPart 7/1

"So, how was your meeting today?" Sheeba asked, putting the creamy biscuit into her mouth.

"Well, as I've told you, the plan didn't work like the way we expected, still I got more than what I wanted." Deeba told her happily.

"Yeah." Sheeba said thoughtfully."I didn't think he could guess about your dummy journalist role so easily."

"How was his behavior?" Sheeba asked, curious as ever.

"His manners were flawless the entire evening, courteous, respectful, and ever the gentleman." Said Deeba.

"Even apparently too." She told Sheeba. "He looks so wonderful in glasses. Nothing like Indian or English movie stars, he is a unique star in his own self. He has his own distinct personality."

"I see," Sheeba gave her a knowing glance. "It seems to me that you like him more than I thought." Sheeba stated with a meaningful expression on her face.

"Yes I like him." Deeba said soberly. "More than that, I adore him, respect him, but not like the way you think of."

"Meaning?" Sheeba raised her brows quizzically.

"What's wrong with you Sheeba?" She asked her sister, giving her an angry look. "Okay, I admit, he's very close to my ideal and he is my favorite poet. But don't think I have lost my mind for him. And even if I had, he is too far from my reach."

"Your ideal?" Sheeba turned to face her now. "You never told me about that. How's your ideal?"

"Very much like him." Deeba said dreamily. "Calm, yet dominating."

"Dominating?"

"Come on yaar, don't you know I don't like "dubboo" type or 'buddhoo" kind of men?" Deeba stared at her sister, confused. " I've always liked dominating men. A man who could guard his woman like a shield, instead of following her, walking behind her."

"Oh yes, that I know." Sheeba smiled in answer. "Your weird philosophy that Pakistani girls are mainly of two kinds. "

"Aha, and what are those?"

"First kind of girls wants an all-time friendly husband, who always walks side-by-side with them, free and intimate as ever."

"Hmm, and second?" Deeba smiled. She was surprised by the fact that her sister had not forgotten their once-held discussion about which kind of husbands they would prefer for themselves.

"Second variety of girls wants a dominating husband. A man who could guide them through different twists and turns of life, holding their finger in his hand, right?" Sheeba wanted her confirmation.

"Yes, but it's not just that." Deeba added."A husband who can be a strict teacher, guiding you about what to do and what not, a wonderful, gentle lover and caring friend, all at the same time."

"Well sister." Sheeba sighed. "I can only pray for you that you find such kind of guy some time. Though the chances are very rare."

Deeba didn't reply this time.

"So, he was good with you, right?" Sensing her elder sister's reaction, Sheeba changed the topic.

"Yes, very much. He didn't talk anything rude or bad. His expressions, his gestures were very decent." Deeba could never get tired of this topic.

"I still feel that he doesn't belong to this world. I mean he looks so isolated." Sheeba stated.

"That's what he says too." Deeba breathed coldly. "That he doesn't belong to this world. He has his own world."

"But I had an impression that he is rude and proud, specially his behavior with women…." Sheeba remarked.

"Not at all." Deeba cut in. "Read all of his poems. He cares about women, respects them."

"Well." Sheeba got up from her place. "I am not sure that he will tell you anything about his personal life. People like him feel a weird pleasure in keeping themselves hidden and mysterious. They actually know that this is the secret of their popularity."

"Wait and see." Deeba smiled as she put her forearm on her eyes and closed them. "Let's see what happens."

"So, how was your meeting today?" Sheeba asked, putting the creamy biscuit into her mouth.

"Well, as I've told you, the plan didn't work like the way we expected, still I got more than what I wanted." Deeba told her happily.

"Yeah." Sheeba said thoughtfully."I didn't think he could guess about your dummy journalist role so easily."

"How was his behavior?" Sheeba asked, curious as ever.

"His manners were flawless the entire evening, courteous, respectful, and ever the gentleman." Said Deeba.

"Even apparently too." She told Sheeba. "He looks so wonderful in glasses. Nothing like Indian or English movie stars, he is a unique star in his own self. He has his own distinct personality."

"I see," Sheeba gave her a knowing glance. "It seems to me that you like him more than I thought." Sheeba stated with a meaningful expression on her face.

"Yes I like him." Deeba said soberly. "More than that, I adore him, respect him, but not like the way you think of."

"Meaning?" Sheeba raised her brows quizzically.

"What's wrong with you Sheeba?" She asked her sister, giving her an angry look. "Okay, I admit, he's very close to my ideal and he is my favorite poet. But don't think I have lost my mind for him. And even if I had, he is too far from my reach."

"Your ideal?" Sheeba turned to face her now. "You never told me about that. How's your ideal?"

"Very much like him." Deeba said dreamily. "Calm, yet dominating."

"Dominating?"

"Come on yaar, don't you know I don't like "dubboo" type or 'buddhoo" kind of men?" Deeba stared at her sister, confused. " I've always liked dominating men. A man who could guard his woman like a shield, instead of following her, walking behind her."

"Oh yes, that I know." Sheeba smiled in answer. "Your weird philosophy that Pakistani girls are mainly of two kinds. "

"Aha, and what are those?"

"First kind of girls wants an all-time friendly husband, who always walks side-by-side with them, free and intimate as ever."

"Hmm, and second?" Deeba smiled. She was surprised by the fact that her sister had not forgotten their once-held discussion about which kind of husbands they would prefer for themselves.

"Second variety of girls wants a dominating husband. A man who could guide them through different twists and turns of life, holding their finger in his hand, right?" Sheeba wanted her confirmation.

"Yes, but it's not just that." Deeba added."A husband who can be a strict teacher, guiding you about what to do and what not, a wonderful, gentle lover and caring friend, all at the same time."

"Well sister." Sheeba sighed. "I can only pray for you that you find such kind of guy some time. Though the chances are very rare."

Deeba didn't reply this time.

"So, he was good with you, right?" Sensing her elder sister's reaction, Sheeba changed the topic.

"Yes, very much. He didn't talk anything rude or bad. His expressions, his gestures were very decent." Deeba could never get tired of this topic.

"I still feel that he doesn't belong to this world. I mean he looks so isolated." Sheeba stated.

"That's what he says too." Deeba breathed coldly. "That he doesn't belong to this world. He has his own world."

"But I had an impression that he is rude and proud, specially his behavior with women…." Sheeba remarked.

"Not at all." Deeba cut in. "Read all of his poems. He cares about women, respects them."

"Well." Sheeba got up from her place. "I am not sure that he will tell you anything about his personal life. People like him feel a weird pleasure in keeping themselves hidden and mysterious. They actually know that this is the secret of their popularity."

"Wait and see." Deeba smiled as she put her forearm on her eyes and closed them. "Let's see what happens."

to be continued.......