Khushbo Mein Basay Khat Ep 19 [𝐂𝐂] 02 Apr, Sponsored By Sparx Smartphones, Master Paints - HUM TV

How can I forget this painting? Mr. Ammar brought this himself. He sat in the workshop and had it framed by my father. I was very young at the time, but I remember it clearly. I could never have imagined that Ahmed Zaryab, my son-in-law, was capable of doing this too? Mrs. Ammar, he is a renowned man, and he can never stoop to a level so low. I’m sure it was some servant who did this. The man who brought this painting to me, I secretly took his photograph as well. Can you send me that photograph

? I’ll show it to Adeela. Yes, yes. I’ll send it to you on WhatsApp. But, Mrs. Ammar… I gave him fifty thousand rupees. The painting is precious so I thought I’d send him back with something. I’ll get it. Thank you. Dried leaves that scatter from the trees, Who has the time to see where they go? If it’s difficult to live, then harden your heart, People can even die from the intensity of their emotions… Heh. Okay… Ms. Penny has added all of the spice to the situation… The publisher also did wonde

rs and published the entire thing… now watch, what a storm this stirs up. Oh, Mr. Shahryar? Hmm? Come and read this, please. What happened? Oh, Ms. Penny’s blog got published. Look at this. What is this? “I was propagated as the woman who enjoyed the wealth of her husband. Hmm This became my identity, my demeanor and my recognition. And when I tried to establish my own identity, this same recognition became my enemy. Before life’s tough situations took me to a different path…” Mr. Afaqi! What a

story, in-depth details, inside scoop! Mr. Zulfiqar will struggle to even hide his face! He’ll hide that later. First, read these comments that are appearing here. Oh, forget about the comments! Look at the views. It’s an unknown website, unknown! No one probably knows about it or reads it, and it’s just been two hours since the blog was uploaded and check out the views. Look at that. No, no. This is completely wrong. Who does that? Who writes about household matters? Penny. Our Goddess of Loyal

ty. Miss Penelope. Petrifying. Very petrifying. Why, man? Why petrifying? If a man writes, it’s a procession of memories, and if a woman writes then it’s petrifying? Oh, this is just the first blog. Wait and see what happens next! Fire, thunder, storms! Read this. Read this. “I was already waiting…” This blast… Aunty is right. We were struck by the evil eye. Sister Chajo was saying the right thing. We planned the engagement hurriedly. I had said this to everyone. But everyone was in a hurry. I w

ould need some days, maybe some months, to understand this relationship. Uh… Shush… Parvez, mom had… mom had put up such huge walls all around me. I took this decision nervously. You understand, right? Are you refusing? Tsk. You… look here. Look. I’m not refusing. But everything happened so suddenly. I made the decision anxiously. Even though my will was involved in this, everything did happen very suddenly. Yes, I admit, I shouldn’t have shared it on social media. I did make a mistake. I didn’t

like it either, but I stayed quiet. You’re intelligent, even more so than me. That’s why I stayed quiet. When you were about to make me wear the ring, I felt so anxious. So anxious, that I felt like I wouldn’t be able to breathe. I’m sorry, but I’m telling you exactly how I felt at the time. I had an idea that you were forcing yourself. I’m not worthy of you, right? No, Parvez. You’re very nice. But I don’t want to get married right now. I just want everything to stop right where it is. Please,

tell Mom not to follow me around and to stop spying on me. In fact, I don’t want to discuss this topic at all. What are you looking at like that? You’re very nice, Husna. You’re very educated. You should find someone like yourself. Like me? You’re very innocent, Parvez. Two similar people cannot get married. And even if it does happen, it doesn’t work out. Don’t get so surprised over things I say. Okay, listen. I’m going now. Till I come back, you’ll talk to Mom and Dad, right? Yes, I will talk

to Aunty and Uncle. My doll. My wind-up doll. Well, that Husna of yours did wonders. She’s quite a dramatic person. And she deliberately invited the entire literary world to witness this drama of hers. Let it go, Mama. It wasn’t some drama. She was very stressed. She’s a classic liar. God knows where she’ll leave this boy. She herself has ended up God knows where. These are the sympathies that get one into trouble, my child. Hmm. Mama, uh… did you place this online order for the bouquet? I rece

ived a message of the delivery confirmation. Did the message come on your phone? I’ve become completely forgetful. I mistakenly gave your number. I ordered it, for Sidra. You know that friend of mine from the committee? She wasn’t well, that’s why I thought that… Man, I say that you should always treat your friends nicely, dear. You order it too. They’re really nice bouquets. And chocolates along with that. Regardless of how dramatic she is, she’ll feel better. Take it to Husna’s house. No Mama,

I won’t go to Husna’s house anymore. There’s too much going on in her house these days. It’s your decision. Oh, I forgot to tell you. Uh, when I met yesterday, I found out that your Madam Tabinda … was my college fellow. Her and Husna’s Aunty, Sajida, too. We all studied at the same college. Wow. When college opens tomorrow, should I ask Miss Tabinda? There’s no need to. Why? I suggest, please do not even mention me. Actually, I didn’t really like them in college. They were very weird. Do not m

ention me at all. Tsk. It’s gotten cold, I’ll… warm it up… Now, what could I have said in front of Jawad? Zaryab got this painting sold for a whole fifty thousand rupees. And you. Handed over the entire house to that good-for-nothing person and came here. How did he get this sold? What proof do you have, Mama? I do have the proof. Look at this. This looks like some friend of Zaryab to me. Afaqi? Is he involved too? Don't take my name. Credible witnesses have informed me that your name isn’t even

included in the email, so what invitation from Canada are you expecting? Ask that fake Ahmed Zaryab of yours, who showed you gardens full of roses, all while flying amongst new butterflies. Don't mention my name, Otherwise, He will get upset with you too. Ms. Penny? Hmm. He had given Ms. Penny false hopes for Canada. My reliable sources have informed me that her name isn’t even included in the list. Tsk, tsk. Oh, poor thing. There is sorrow for the buds that wilted before they could blossom. Oh

no, Mr. Afaqi. She’s not wilting before she blossomed. Yeah, Mr. Ahmed Zaryab is surely after my life lately. You are persistent too. Why are you ruining his game? Man, the matter concerns Ahmed Zaryab and his foolish girl. Tell me something. What does Ahmed Zaryab lack? He’s famous. He has a wealthy wife. So what if she left? She’ll come back around. He has so many fans, there’s bound to be jealousy. Life was not like dust but was spent it thinking it is worthless. Wow. You said the right thin

g at the moment. Now, I have to make a private call. You do one thing, take yourself to the bathroom. Oh, what will I do in the bathroom? I can walk myself anywhere. Look, I got up, I took my mobile, took my wallet, wore my shoes and with soft steps I’m walking myself out of here. Here you go You took your own wallet, right? Yes, Editor? Shahryar… Hello? Yes, Madam. How are you today? It’s God’s grace, Mr. Editor. You tell me. Let’s say I’m all in profit. Man, your blog has become a hit. There a

re countless views. Hey…This is the first time something of ours has gone so viral. Really? This is a very nice thing. Yes, Madam. Man, you’ve found such a rare readership overnight that people strive for throughout their lives but fail to achieve. That’s surprising. I wrote it just like that. Oh, write something else just like that too. You know what they say: What I understand, I cannot say. What I want to say … is all a lie, sir. Heh. Mr. Editor, the fatigue from the first one hasn’t even sub

sided. I’ll have to think about writing more. Yeah, don’t think about it, dear. Just write it down. I await, and I’ll also send you some advance. Advance? Alright. You send the advance over. I’ll see to it. Alright then, I’ll put an announcement on my site today that your next blog is about to come. Oh, no, no, Mr. Editor. Send over the advance before the announcement. What if …. my intention changes? Oh, do not be so cruel. Do not do that cruelty Your advance will reach you as per your demand a

nd your order. Alright. Alright. You send the advance I’ll see to it. Goodbye. I will take a flight now. I will fly now. In the open sky, like a bird. And little chicks like Zulfiqar… I will hunt them… Bright eyes and a joyful heart. Oh, so much brightness? Did you bring this along? Such brightness? I’m unable to see. What should I do? I’ve become used to the darkness. Look at my henna adorned hands. There’s no ring on them. Hmm These hands are made to be kissed by eyelashes. Your hands are so b

eautiful... like closed lotus buds. Have you ever … seen closed lotus buds? May I have a glass of water? Hmm? You are the ocean yourself. The mermaid Fought With the ocean Mairaj! Bring water for the madam. As I was saying… you are the ocean yourself. Does the ocean feel thirsty too? What thirst could be greater than the thirst of the sea, Zaryab? Hmm. So now, this sea won’t pass through the filthy drains of the city upon Shahryar’s command, will it? Yes, tell me? Zaryab… he just accompanies me.

He handles my social media accounts and such. That’s it. This companionship could be ours too. Is it important for Shahryar to be there? You? Would you want to be seen with me on social media? Have you heard the story of Romeo? He went crazy for Juliet. If I had worn that ring that day, it would have been the biggest mistake of my life. I knew it. You won’t wear it. Never. Hello, Husna. When did you come? Good to see you. How are you? I heard that you fainted on the day of your engagement. Yes.

But I’m fine now. You look very happy, blooming and radiant. Nice change. Yes, man. I escaped the chaotic entanglements of marriage, so I’m happy. Very happy. That’s it. I escaped the entanglements too, of an engagement. I broke it off! I think I feel like I’m about to become a part of this club too. That's it. My marriage is also stuck, whether it ends now or then. Welcome to the club. Shall we go to Jaltarang Café at this joyous occasion? Man, we can invite those two freeloaders as well. And

we’ll ask Jahan Ara as well. Huh? What do you say, Penny? Yes, yes. Why not? Let’s go. Come on. Now that we’re leaving, you’re bringing the water? Should I take it back? Yes. Aunty, leave Husna to her own devices. Don’t say anything to her about marriage or an engagement or place any type of persuasion on her. Let her be free. Every word of yours is unique. She is our daughter. Not just daughters, but sons too need to be watched over. are they going, where are they coming from. They have to get

married someday. Son, your Aunt is saying the right thing. How can what you’re saying be possible? Uncle…She doesn’t want to be bound. Let her be free, otherwise we will all regret it. Enough son, you let it be. Didn’t you hear yesterday? What did Chajo say before going? The attack is inflicting one person to the other. She said everything clearly! Yesterday she said it, tomorrow, ten more people will say it, and then the whole world! How many people will we silence? I, myself am deeply concerne

d by Chajo’s words. But being concerned won’t change anything, Uncle. Do you remember when she sprained her ankle? She jumped out of the window to escape. And she’s gone again today. We can’t stop her, Uncle. Understand this fact. This isn’t fair, right? You must have seen on TV every day, a girl being beaten, acid thrown at her, or set on fire, right? Has Husna ever been scared by this? She will do what she has decided to do. She will suffer losses. Let her suffer. Have you and I not suffered l

osses in life? Haven't we learned the hard way too, Uncle? She is also a human being like us. She is a woman. She may be a woman, but she is still a human being, Aunt. This is how God has made her. Let her live on her own terms. That's my wish too. I will only marry her when she herself wants to now. Son, your point may be valid to some extent, but we are her parents. We have some responsibilities, too. So, haven’t you entrusted her responsibility to me? Whether she wears the ring or not, what d

ifference does it make? Besides, the whole world knows what her relationship with me is. But right now, she is in our house. Uncle, I can only make a request to you right now. Leave her to her own devices for now. It's better for all of us. Life will teach her the lessons she needs to learn, and she'll learn them better from life than from us. So friends, today, our Madam Penny has discovered a new world. No, no, no. She didn't discover it, Mr. Afaqi.. she conquered it. She came, she saw, and sh

e conquered. What's happened to all of you? Please, pay attention to the fact that there are two juniors among you. Please, converse in simple language. Oh, Mr. Zaryab, leave aside the debate regarding juniors and seniors. Those are matters of bygone days. This is the era of social media. WhatsApp, Facebook, Insta, everywhere there is discussion about the same name. There is a debate over the same name. Husna's Facebook Live. No. A new star has risen. Yes. The old sun has set..Its is an old tale

now. People are not interested in who Husna Husni is tangled in love with. People are reading the story, but it's Ms. Penny's story. And Mr. Zulfiqar? He has been mocked in such a way… such a way….that it's delightful. Exactly. So many messages are coming that the inbox is full. Hmm People probably haven't received such appreciation even when they wore the piece of jewelry and recited the poetry. Is the blog you wrote about being discussed? Yes. Yes. It's definitely about that. In it, Madam Pen

ny has exposed Zulfiqar's tricks, and about how he's using his wife for business. What? Did you write everything with the name? Yes, indeed. I wrote it all. Names, Locations, incidents. Mentioned everything Yes, indeed. Reciting poetry about love and relationships on TikTok has become a thing of the past now. The current trend is about that moment's story. You mean "leaked stories". Jahan Ara? The flowers you sent were very nice. They were from The Florist, right? Flowers? What flowers? Oh, even

we've come to the point of learning how to leak a few stories ourselves. No big deal. It’s humane for one to send flowers to another. What's there to hide? What's happened to all of you? It feels like you've all changed in just a day or two. Two days are a lot. Forty-eight hours. Just think about it. Hello? Yes, Mairaj, tell me? What? Call the police. Yes, I'm coming. What happened? Is everything okay? People are throwing stones… What happened? Is everything okay? People are throwing stones at

the house. Whose? Yours? Mr. Zaryab, are... oh... stones thrown at Ahmed Zaryab's house? Oh Shahryar, what's there to get so worked up about? Must be a fan who got angry or something. Oh... Man, I'm very worried about this stone-throwing. What about you guys? Yes, yes, yes. I'm very worried, but I'm confident that the first stone must have come through your contact You're quite mischievous. Thank you. Thank you. Have some tea. Oh, he'll handle it, man. He’s Ahmed Zaryab after all. Sir, as soon a

s I came back from the market with the goods, he was standing outside with some goons. He was asking for Penny Madam. I replied, 'Yes, she lives right here.' Upon hearing this, he tried to enter the house. I stopped him, and he hit me badly, sir. Look at what he's done to me. I struggled to get inside and managed to lock the door. Then he started throwing stones from outside He broke one of the windows and was hurling awful abuses at me…Sir Why didn't you call the police? Sir, what's the point o

f calling the police? It would just create unnecessary chaos. Now, you decide what's best and take action accordingly. Who was he asking for? Sir, he... Penny Madam. What did he look like? What can I say about his appearance, sir? He was Penny Madam's husband, Zulfiqar. He was saying that you've made Penny Madam write something to blackmail him. Now Look at this..Sir what a state he's put me in with all the beating Okay now Alright, take some medication. Take the day off today. Okay, sir. Shahry

ar, so that was your next move. That's why everyone's demeanor had changed. Alright. I’ll see. I’ll fix everyone. What's the matter? That bouquet you were talking about, I didn't send it. I didn't send it either. Mr. Ahmed Zaryab seems to think that I did. Do you know who sent it? Who? Mama did. What? Hmm. Your Mama did? Oh, no way…are you serious? Husna, there's a twist in the story. Ahmed Zaryab's matters aren't as straightforward as we thought. Look, you're overthinking it. Your mom also had

a fondness for poetry. Maybe she likes Mr. Ahmed Zaryab. And now that he's unwell, she might have sent the bouquet. What's the big deal? There's no need to worry too much. Yeah, you're right. Maybe I'm just creating a simple issue into a complicated story. Yeah, I am always right. Did you see Shahryar's behavior today? Hmm. Ms. Penny’s lackey. Well, I always knew that he came in between Mr. Ahmed Zaryab and me to create misunderstandings among us. And that day when the engagement matter happened

, after the whole incident and what I said on the live feed, I could see his attitude today. Did you notice? Husna, you're so intelligent. I wish I had as much wisdom as you. So make good use of my wisdom. It'll be useful for you too. Well, Mr. Ahmed Zaryab now… is in the palm of my hands. I can make him do whatever I want. Now, watch how I get your book published. Husna, you're so nice But… don't you think Ahmed Zaryab is dishonest? No. At this age, people just become like this. I was with Jaha

n Ara. She dropped me off. Restless hearts are asking who that fortunate person is? Oh, such things aren't told. They're known by themselves. Daddy’s darling. Oh, no, no. It’s not the one that I make TikTok’s with. It’s not the one that the engagement TikTok was made with either. Now, you guys will have to find out about this yourself. I’ll come live again for all of you. Till then, you guys keep commenting, keep liking my videos and keep supporting me this way. Goodbye, Thank you. Husna… Hussai

n…. Husni……. Look at this. Show me. I really like this shawl. Zoom out and show me. Yes Oh. It’s beautiful. It’s very beautiful. I don’t understand whether I should order it or not. There a lot of scams online. No, no. Not online, please. You shouldn’t give your credit card info online. There are too many scams. Look at this. Look for the option for cash on delivery. Mom. Yes, my dear? Rahat, put that down, dear. Carefully. Put it down carefully. Very carefully Mom, this is a painting from our h

ouse. How did it get here? Will all of the furniture from our house come here now? Won’t we go home now? I’m missing Dad. You’re missing Dad? We’ll go meet Dad tomorrow. Really? Really. There’s no fight with Dad. Hmm? He just has some work for a while. When it’s done, we’ll go back. Alright? Yea Go play now. Bye And when these poor things find out that their Dad is selling the furniture of the house… Mom, there’s a lot of money in Zaryab’s account. This is Afaqi’s doing. Or I don’t know if it’s

someone else. Oh, I’ll ask Mairaj. You do this, that you visit the house once. You’ll learn the whole truth then. Hmm. The weather is changing too. I need to take out warm clothes for the kids and myself. I’ll do that too. I just hope God grants Zaryab wisdom. Truly, Mama. Zaryab… has gone out from the limit of medicine and moved to the circle of prayer. Only prayer can do something for him.