Night sky was suffused with thin, broken, fleecelice clouds, curtaining the ultimate glory of moon. But it was not sempiternal, they gradually driven with the wind, letting the moon to illustrate all the sky.
Not only sky but soothing beams travelled down humbly, whether slum or lofty towers, it graced city without sparing any corner.

Nature is so Just. It supplies all the blisses to mankind without any discrimination. But mankind is ungrateful from the day first. Mother can put discrimination in her children but Mother Nature not.

This was Elite area of the city, where opulent citizens have thousands yards of land in the name of residence. They are known as cultured, well educated. They're caretakers of their ancestral business and their offsprings studying abroad. Power sweeps in their house. Ministry waits for them to be born and they're raised in the lap of sovereignty.
Who is in vicinage and what is good neighborhood they have no concerns.

In the midnight in aforesaid area, a unicorn white Mansion with decorative lights was illuminating like an unkent gemstone. The round marbled pillars were glowing fluorescently.
It was like some celebration was going on.

Entering the wrought iron gate, at left side a cobblestone pavement had parallel parking slots, enough wide to allow a Land Rover's doors to open listlessly.
Nearly every slot was occupied with an extravagant vehicle parked in, for which owner must have paid a fortune.

A concierge with two heavy weight guards was posted on the entrance, like voluble spokesman he welcomed the Regents with classy notes.

He lets them enter the huge Burma teak wooden door to the hallway where mirror and opal light effects, exquisite paintings... make anyone remind umpteenth time that he is still in the real world. All the dreamy fascination, makes them feel like they're sojourned the realm of fantasy.

Going deeper, honorable guests land in lobby which is suffused with Rose's, Jasmine's and multiple fragraces, smoke puffs, clinking of bangles, jingling of seductive chuckles and meaningful laughters.

An attractive girl clad in beige colored embroidered silken dress with clinking her anklets comes forward, "adaab!" She flashes a smile before salute, louting low with her right hand fingers touching her forehead. She was escorting the honorable guests to the grand Hall.

Grand Hall has ultimate new Vista.
Pentagonal, spacious, trendy! With floor sitting arrangement. Oriental handmade carpet is soft like layers of liniment have covered the floor. Embellished velvet round pillows are waiting for your weight to be absorbed.
A Crystal Chandler is celestially hung from the dome like ceiling. Heavy red velvet drapes covering glass windows.

To the right side was a ten feet tall stone fire place that had a large crackling fire ablaze in it. Fireplace is tempered with aromatic herbs, oud and sandalwood. So, the warmth had alluring scents, that swirling around the interior.
A group of orchestra was present against the southern wall. Members were clad uniformly. Their faces opaque to show any kind of expression. No matter what giant personality arrives, they were paying no heed but to the specific things which were their instruments.

Finally Sheema emerged from behind the red velvet curtains at the Southeastern wall. In shimmering black Sari, she loitered in as her toes involuntarily trawling forward her Sari falls. While glancing at the guests, confirming the quorum she passed her signature smile with scrunched nose. Her youth had taken last breath but amazing part, she was still charged and amped up; her scanty blouse was testifying that. Round from every angle, she saunters more into the Hall to be seated.

Your face may deceive, but your body may not.....as Sheema sat on low slung throne like chair, her face turned into a grotesque mask but she regained her essence shortly. Orchestra men nimbly straightened up with their musical instruments ready in hands. Gleam replaced the suspicable glum.

Sheema raising her heavily jeweled hand, "aghaaz!" She cued and sitar player made a suitable posture; his fingers teased the strings, only to fill the Hall with feast for the ear melody.
Harmonist started slowly bellowing the harmonium as per to take part in the rhythm, his fingers running through keyboard briskly. Tabla drummer, began slowly pelting his fingers in sync on each standing Tablas. As he gradually took speed, without further ado, the flutist purposefully raised the flute to his lips.
The prelude got a great symphony.

Curtain got disturbed again and a flock of girls emerged from behind. Among them a girl was distinguished in every manner. The track changed and the unlike girl sat queenly on the round pattern of the carpet. Her rusty rose anarkali frock was spread around her.
Her curled hair that hung loose and rippling to her hips, her head covered with a filmy organza veil. She had guts, to seize hearts with her iconic eyes.
A perfect round golden nath (nose ring) with chain was swinging proudly in her slender nose.
Ruby shaded lips were sealed, like inviting you to explore.
Heena painted hands and feet were glowing like they are having some phosphoric properties.
Her adorned elegance was sufficient to keep the real bride in shade.

To say that guests have gaped upon her with look of plaudits or marvel; would be more cultured.

Other girls were clad in neon green silk lehnga choli (top and toe length skirt). As the music began, so did the girls. Their bodies started swinging around, well adopting the music.
Their skirts swam about their feet and anklets jingled softly with each slight movement.
They made circle around the queen of the day and sat one by one, shielding her.

"Nazar jo teri laagi main deewani ho gayi.....
Deewani haan deewani, deewani ho gayi.."

The heart robbing voice appeared, entrancing the whole scenario.

All the crowd shifted in their places, to see the hidden Jewel.

Dancing girls stood up one by one and gracefully twirled around each other moving their torso.

Singing beauty revealed to the impatient eyes, who had put her right hand on her left side of the chest. "Mash'hoor mere ishq ki kahaani ho gayi
Jo jag ne na maani toh maine bhi thaani
Kahaan thi main dekho kahaan chali aayi..
Kehte hain ye deewani mastani ho gayi."

She raised her arm, with pointed out her index finger towards the audience. "Zakham aisa tune lagaya. Deewani, deewani, deewani, deewani ho gayi."

She sang with fluency. Her hands with five rings slave bracelets motioned classically.

"Marham aisa tune lagaya. Ruhaani, ruhaani, ruhaani, ruhaani ho gayi," she bowed her head a bit, then lifted up the lashes in same position and looted the whole lot of hearts.

"Pehchaan mere ishq ki ab toh
Pehchaan mere ishq ki ab toh
Rawaani, rawaani, rawaani, rawaani ho gayi."

Dancing girls again gathered around the gem. With each swaying movement of their hips, with each alluring twist of their body; they were artistically virtuosos.

"Ho.. mash'hoor mere ishq ki kahani ho gayi
Kehte hai yeh deewani, mastani ho gayi
Haan deewani, haan deewani, deewani ho gayi
Mash'hoor mere ishq ki kahani ho gayi"

She was making dance moves while sitting in place, shifting rhythmically.

"Jo jag ne na maani toh maine bhi thaani
Kahaan thi main dekho kahaan chali aayi."

Finally she stood up.

"Kehte hain ye deewani, Mastani ho gayi
Deewani haan deewani, deewani ho gayi."

She twirled around like ribbon in the wind.

"Kehte hain ye deewani mastani ho gayi."
Deewani haan deewani, deewani ho gayi."

She twisted weightlessly among the girls all around of her. The poise and the balance like they were made of fairy feather silk.
Their tumbling attires with the music, turned them to silhouettes; spinning like tops, casting a sense of unease, developed tension in the audience.
As the last tune, flute emitted, they dropped on the carpet like fallen leaves.

The momental silence got erupted with deafening round of applause that followed by currency shower, and soon fat gold chains joined in. A Seth (rich man) who owns a chain of jewelry store, of course had a mighty heart.

Sheema was literally about to burst with joy, her face was getting redder and redder,
"Thank you! Honorable guests, It was a pleasure hospitate you in my poor house!" She was so overwhelmed to see the turnout. Her face swelled up as she gauged the triumph of the day. "Thank you so much for your precious time!"

After hearing Sheema thanking the audience, girls rose and with little bend in their bodies, they retreated to the curtain and disappeared behind it.

The party was not over. Cream of city was there, exchanging thoughts on today's function. "What a wonderful surprise, Sheema picked for the day!" One ruling party ticket holder spoke as he nodded his head to another big shot.

"Stunning! Jamal saheb we need this type of programs." Mr. Laghari took his drink from the tray as one of the waiter offered him. "Yes, after all we serve people selflessly!" Ghani mufeez joined in to support Mr. laghari. This is another tale that they both had a grand fight in live transmission of a political talk show, few hours back. "I fear, what if there is no function like this to reunite us?" Mr. Laghari spread his arm over Ghani mufeez's shoulder.

"God forbid, until the kind people like you are around me, no one -I repeat, no one can dare to confiscate this little Heaven. After all we are here for your service!" Sheema gave her entry with her glib tongue. She knew how to tackle the men, who have overseas bank accounts but the account of potential power was null. "I'm still in daze." One honorable man stepped into the conversation.
"Your praise my strength!" Sheema folded hands. Her cheeks hurt as smile didn't leave her face for a brief moment.

"What a piece? Dewani mai deewani hogai!" Another one sang in slurred voice after gulping down the drink. He was already out as it was his fourth glass. Sheema motioned someone to help him to get back to his driver who's awaiting his boss with vehicle.

Feast was going on, clinking of cutlery was resonating. Drinks and variety of roàsted items were served for the epicures. Sheema saw Tina was serving the Gold Seth, she came forward and asked with caramel coated tongue, "Seth Saheb, do you want some dessert?"
"No Sheema!" He slurred, "today I need something very hot and spicy!" He laughed and his huge belly like went on speed breaker.

Sheema motioned Tina who understood ultimately. Sheema turned and stopped a passerby waiter, her throat felt dry. Picking up the soft drink from the tray, she saw a shadow towering over her. Before she could turn, "Don't Make Her Deal With Anyone Else!" Someone growled authoritatively in her ear. Sheema turned around with huge amount of surprise.

Who had the audacity to order Sheema. Once her eyes laid upon the Man, she just forgot to blink.

"You!" Only word, she could have managed to utter.

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The greenery of forest was just magnificent.
Beauty of jungle got enhanced, when sweet chirps started at the dawn's first glimpse.
Birds are blessed to have such an early rising instinct.

There was an indigenous cottage made of reeds. It couldn't be said small because of tall masculine frame was stretching out his muscles carelessly at the doorframe. Suddenly he turned inside the cottage, but soon reappeared at same position with phone attached to his ear. "Yes Anton!" His voice thick and focused.
Ruffling his right hand through his hair, he was listening the other side attentively. "Narcissistic Pony! Treat him what he deserves!" He cursed undertone and walked inside again. When back phone still attached to the ear but holding a pan with either hand, he walked through the fence, "girl!?" He stopped, "what a gruesomely hacked approach that a Brand's success is twirled around the beautiful babe's shapely legs." He listened calmly to the other side of the phone and then, his stomach started to growl from hunger, "ok, we need a detailed convo on this, you must be sleepy and here I'm having a crave for a strong coffee, bye!"

Pushing his phone into his pant pocket, he marched up to the canal bank and filled up the ample quantity of water in pan. While back in cottage, he lit the kerosene stove, and after putting the pan on flame, he started beating eggs with fork, until then water had come to a boil. After putting coffee granules and sugar in mug, he poured the boiling water over and stirring for few seconds, he left it there. Putting frying pan on the flame, he poured few drops of oil from stainless steel oil dispenser bottle. He waited some seconds then poured beaten eggs.
Hiss of sizzling steam was bearing lovely smell.
He took two loaves of bread from packet and transferred his omelette on one loaf then covered it with the other one.
"Ready!" He spoke to himself and took a giant sip of his coffee. "Argh!"Grunting with satisfaction, he came out with his breakfast.

Nature was on it's prime and sitting on a log bench, he was enjoying every bit of his meal and every drop of his coffee.

Rolling up the sleeve of his jacket, he took a quick glance at his watch.

Suddenly he turned in his place, concentrating on the sounds, he frowned and stood up.

Some murmurs were connecting with other gentle thuds combined with the soft swish of water disturbed his temper so badly. "Who the damn, right here!" He cursed.

He nimbly took out the gun from the holster he was wearing beneath jacket and gave his head a shake like ready to welcome the unwanted fellas.

This was a group of 10 people. They all wearing uniforms, with rucksack mounting on their back. Their Head was like taller of them all. As soon as their eyes embraced the Man holding a Gun, their mouth gaped with terror.

"Introduce!" He growled at them.

The head of the group mustering up the strength, spoke cum asked."Serkhyl shah?"

"I said introduce!" His voice louder this time.

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Assalamualaikum!
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