Tehzeeb

"Mom... where are you, mom?"

Tell me something.

How much do you love me?

So much!

"Do you love your mom more, or me?"

You... you are always with me.

Look there.

"Liked the girl's voice?

- Yes, it was good."

Better than mine?

- Ofcourse not better than yours.

I'm going.

I'll be late in the evening.

For you.

This wasn't necessary.

- Keep it.

Bye dear.

"To run the house, I don't

care whether it is day or night."

And you are taunting me?

"Don't belittle me more, please!"

Time has already belittled me.

"Please Anwar, stop drinking. If your

business didn't run, it's no big deal."

You can still do a lot.

"If you like, even you can do a lot."

You can at least save this house.

"Come on, hurry up."

I will be late coming back. Take

care of yourself and your sister.

When will you return?

"Sorry, I could not come.

I was not keeping well."

Rukhsana did come.

She hasn't returned home yet.

Was someone with her at the party?

Who?

"Tazo, Daisy, go to your room,

and take Nazo too."

"And listen, look after her always.

Always!"

Stories are strange.

That is why the incident of

that day was left unfinished.

"The revolver disappeared. Neither

Rukhsana, nor the police knew..."

where the revolver disappeared.

Rukhsana Jamal

was arrested for murder.

"Thousands of questions were asked,

but she didn't answer any."

"She had contacts with ministers,

top lawyers, and industrialists."

"On appeal, Rukhsana Jamal

was released on bail."

Just a minute.

"Murderess, give me a pose too."

Move.

"Due to lack of evidence,

the court acquitted Rukhsana Jamal."

Public memory is short.

People forgot Anwar's murder.

Rukhsana Jamal returned to the

recording studios.

"Result? A new private album,

Tanhai (loneliness)."

And Rukhsana Jamal once again

became popular in the world of fame.

Only one person remembers

Anwar's death still.

And that's Anwar and

Rukhsana Jamal's daughter...

And this was our first meeting.

I accept... I accept... I accept.

I accept... I accept... I accept.

Why this black dot?

- It saves one from evil eyes.

I've already been eyed.

- By whom?

You.

What are you doing?

"I am a writer. I sometimes write

in English, and sometimes in Urdu."

Now this beautiful relationship...

"is 5 years, 6 months, 12 days,

3 hours & 6 seconds old."

We greet 'Good morning' to

each other with the hope...

that today's day turns

out to be special.

Does it really...

Salim! You dropped ink

on my table again!

Why do you use pens like an

old fashioned accountant?

Why don't you use the computer?

"You won't understand, love."

The joy one gets on framing

words with your hands...

cannot come on a lifeless computer.

Don't tell me you are going to write

another third rate romantic novel.

What is that...?

' Bilkis Bano's fever'.

'Shahnaz's wallowing sighs'

"The fever has subsided,

and the sighs have stopped."

"The title of my new novel is...

Are you listening, love?"

"Yes, Salim."

"Yes love, I am writing your story."

Not at all! There is nothing worth

writing about in my story.

Leave that to me.

"If the carpet of time is removed, one

can see many a story hidden like dust."

Please stop talking in

that novelistic language.

"Tehzeeb, we even

have a cat in the house."

I don't think the

fish will live long.

Those who die young are happier.

How much butter you eat!

And you know I don't like such things.

Then why do you

insist on annoying me?

Why are you getting annoyed?

"It's such a pleasant day,

even the weather is good."

Even the mood is good.

Romantic indeed!

And who will serve breakfast to Nazo?

I'll serve it to her.

- Not at all! She's my responsibility.

Why do you keep getting annoyed?

- Why do you keep annoying me?

"All right, give me a smile.

- Why?"

Because the crooked line of a smile

reaches the heart straight!

She smiled!

What impudence is this!

"If you do this again,

I'll send you to prison!"

Do you want to go to hospital?

Don't behave like that.

Now have breakfast like a good girl.

"All right, don't have milk."

Is it necessary to drink everyday?

"Yes, but one must not drink."

"'Your eyes are no less intoxicating,

but..."'

But what?

"' Even your eyes ask for liquor,

even bars drink"'

O great! You really do

mess up a good couplet!

"Thank your stars I am not a poet,

or what would become of you?"

The same that's happening

reading your cheap novels.

Those times are gone.

You know whose story

I am writing these days.

I know. Me and my mom's story.

Oh God! Mom's programme...

I'm too much!

Mom's programme?

- Yes love.

"'The honour of music,

the desire of fans..."'

' is going to come face to face'

"You have no right to

make fun of my mom, Mr. Salim."

"Sorry love, I had forgotten;

only you have that right."

She's come!

Rukhsana... meow!

Hello! Greetings to millions

of fans of Rukhsana Jamal.

Life is changing fast;

and so is our music.

"It's the world of rap,

pop, rock, and remix."

Old melodies are being remixed with

new music and new tunes are created.

You will see a glimpse of this

new music in my new album...

' Pyaar Beshumar'.

"Tonight, I am presenting

one song from this new album."

For the new fans of new music!

Here goes!

"Admirer"

"My admirer!"

"O my admirer!"

"Why are you annoyed?"

"Why are you suspicious?"

"O my admirer!"

"Now that we have met,

forget all differences"

"I have accepted my mistake"

"I always loved you,

but didn't tell you so"

"I had silenced my lips"

"O my admirer!"

"I thought you will understand me"

"I thought you will recognize me"

"There was love even in my anger"

"Though the word meant refusal,

it expressed consent"

"My style..."

"My style you were always aware of"

"Unsaid, unheard,

yet why is it a story?"

"O my admirer!"

Come.

- Where?

"Come, I'll share all

my thoughts with you"

"I'll express my feelings to you"

"If you are with me,

I have no sorrow in the world"

"Even if I cease to exist,

at least you are there"

"In my next step

in the path of time"

"You will find me

wherever you go"

"O my admirer!"

"You were great today, madam.

It was a great performance!"

What is your name?

- Palak.

Here you are.

What a lovely child!

Bless you.

"Mr. Bali, for a minute I felt it was

my little Tehzeeb standing before me."

My daughter was so cute.

"Hi Tehzeeb, how are you, dear?"

How are you?

How come you thought of us today?

"How can you say that, love? Can

a mother ever forget her children?"

You are my life!

- We were watching your show.

It is great.

- Really? Thank you.

But singing is no more a joy.

It's only for survival.

I called to tell you

I am coming for a visit.

You are coming to our house!!

What's so surprising?

Even my children have

a right to my time.

"No mom, it's just... that I

cannot believe it."

"After so many years...

- Enough, please! Don't taunt me now."

You know my reasons.

When are you coming?

- Tomorrow.

I have to go. I've been

invited to Mr. Amar's party.

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