"Apne juzzbaatt ko apne doston ke samne bayan karna. Unse apne juzzbaatt batne mein koi burayi nahi hai Dr. Mirza",

says Naushad dissolving the sugar cubes into his cup of tea.

"Dr. Mirza?",

laughs Meher, sarcastically and looks towards him.

Her sarcasm pierces Naushad's heart.

Laughing sarcastically still, she says,

"Mujhe laga tha ab main apke liye Meher ho gayi hun? Sirf Meher!"

Naushad feels guilty about addressing her as Dr. Mirza.

"Fasle mehsus ho rahe hain mujhe!",

says Naushad, calmly.

"Aur aap koshish bhi nahi karenge inn faslon ki wajah dhundhne ki?",

asks Meher.

This irks Naushad.

Putting the spoon down, intertwining his fingers, his arms laid horizontally on the canteen table, knitting his brows, he says,

"Aap mujhe apne paas ana to durr... meri taraf aap dekh bhi nahi rahin! Ab aap hi batayiye ke iss bartaw ka main kya matlab nikalun?"

Staring him for sometimes, Meher changes her vision to her right, ignoring to look towards Naushad,

"Naushad please dheere boliye.",

she whispers.

"Mere tez bolne se apko problem ho rahi hai, to aap ye sochiye ke apke khamosh rehne se mujhe kitni bechaini ho rahi hogi?",

says Naushad.

This attracts Meher's attention. She stares him, knitting her brows. A knot forms in her throat. They stare each other. Naushad waits for her to say something, hoping that she understands his emotions about the situation.

"Mujhe thoda waqt dijiye.",

says Meher.

"Kis baat ke liye?",

asks Naushad.

Meher stares him, with this question Naushad succeeds in triggering her emotion of hurt and frustration.

Lowering her eyes, controlling her emotions, she says,

"Apko sub batane ke liye!"

Naushad stares her quietly for sometime, his brows knit together. Meher hesitates to look towards him, aware of his eyes on her.

"Theek hai diya!",

he says, calmly, never looking away from her, his brows still knit.

Meher relaxes a wee bit, hoping that this discussion is finished for now, that his next question skips her heartbeat and takes her juzzbaatt to another level!

"Bus aap mujhe ek baat bata dein...",

he says.

Meher stares him.

Never ending the eye contact, he brings out something from his pocket and places it on the table that they are sharing, his hand rested on the corner of the article he brought out,

"Iski apko zarurat kyun parh gayi?",

he asks, looking straight towards her, with knitted brow.

Meher's heart skips a beat! Her heartbeat picks up pace as her eyes rest on her discarded packet of contraceptive pills!

She stares at him in disbelief!

~*~*~

'Trust'! 'Faith'! 'Belief'! have these words ceased to exist? Can't we trust someone without worrying about all negative things? Can't we lay our faith in someone? Belief, is it that difficult to believe someone today?

It takes years to finally believe someone but moments to break the trust! And especially when you are already heartbroken! What if that finally that you begin to trust someone, you again go through a heartbreak? What juzzbaatt would you go through at that moment - anger; sorrow?

Can't people understand the 'juzzbaatt' behind believing someone? Can't they understand the 'juzzbaatt' that person might go through during and after you break the person's trust?

How easy is it to break someone's trust and ruin their juzzbaatt?

How difficult is it to understand someone's juzzbaatt of helplessness?

How to put the juzzbaatt that you go through as you discover a truth, into words? How to control the chaos of juzzbaatt during that moment?

Meherunissa and Naushad go through few moments in their lives where their juzzbaatt(s) overflow but they go almost numb! Let's know why!