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Jaida opened the diary and just like that, he read from somewhere and put it in the drawer out of boredom and started thinking about the day he had handed Naz over to the old woman, he had written in the diary.....
October 12, 1956.
Today another girl has come into my world .five hundred is not an expensive deal. The hotel bill of seven hundred will be paid by the hotel manager from his own pocket. He is a good man and knows me well. He will not waste his life for seven hundred rupees.
Aslam has gone to Lahore. The unfortunate man will be very happy in his heart that he has been dealt a good blow and Naz has also escaped. He has also given his address. Now he will remain a victim of my blackmailing for the rest of his life. Naz's kidnapping will stay with him like a shadow. My two blackmailers will suck the last drop of his blood. Neither Lahore is far nor Hyderabad is far away, he wrote two days later.
14 October 1956.
I went to see Naz this evening and as soon as I saw her, she started to cry. She cursed Aslam and threatened to call the police. I told her, Naz, it is not right to curse me and Aslam. She is crying because of her parents' negligence. It is not my fault. She was very angry. I kept looking at her silently. She looked very beautiful in that way. Her beauty is natural.
She looks better in her natural form. Makeup ruins the beauty of her young face. She will earn good money. Right now she can't face the eyes. When I looked into her eyes, her tongue twitched and her eyes drooped. She has grown up, so she says, "I will drive her away."
Tonight, Jaida did not write anything. Once again, she thought of Naz. Her friends had said that she did not believe it. In these few days, the old woman tried her best to bring Naz to her senses. But she did not come to any senses.
Badal and Tipu have kept her hungry for three days. One night they hung her upside down. Then they did everything they could and tortured her until she almost died a hundred times, but she remained steadfast in her word. She had several fainting spells. After three days of starvation, when she was given food, she refused to eat. Then she fainted and the old woman kept dripping milk into her mouth. This evening, when Jaida was told the whole story,
So he closed the diary and thought for a long time. That same night, he put Naz in a taxi and brought her to his room in the dark from Dnepr Road. This room of Jaida's was in a house that had many other rooms. There was also a courtyard. This yard was surrounded by tall buildings. So it was on the ground, but for the people of Karachi, it was the ground floor. No one knew who lived here or what happened.And those who knew did not tell anyone anything out of fear. In the beginning, two men were informers. But this house remained there, Jedda remained there, the school of various crimes remained there within the walls of the room, the headquarters of Jedda's group remained there, both informers remained hungry and thirsty in a dark room of this house for a month each.
Then even the cobwebs spread on the ceiling of this terrible room of this house could not find out where the two had disappeared. Apart from this house, Jaida had three other houses in which there were gambling dens. There, hashish, opium, and alcohol were also available. Sometimes the goods of a smuggler were also exchanged or kept for a fee.He himself was not a smuggler. He used to call these three rooms number one, number two, number three. His own room had no number. When Naz entered the courtyard of this room at night, she had no idea which area of Karachi she was in.
Areas of Karachi can be mentioned, such as Kharadar, Chakiwara, Jodia Bazaar, etc. These are areas of old Karachi. Room are built on top of houses. The streets are narrow and dark. If you look up, you see less sky and more house. The streets turn after eight or ten steps and disappear into each other.The people living in these areas do not know each other. They do not recognize each other. When someone dies, the people living on the right, left, up and down do not know. In one house there is mourning and in another there is a wedding. No one tries to know what is happening around them.
Naz was taken to such an area. Where thieves disappear with their loot. Girls like Naz are swallowed by these areas like a crocodile swallowing two or four fish. Robbers are still caught in dense forests, mountainous areas and difficult valleys. But if a thief disappears in any area of old Karachi, it is impossible to find him. Are the police aware of these areas or are they contesting elections Leaders' workersWhen Naz entered her room with Jaida, she saw a table by the front window, with four drawers on the right. A bed was spread out on the floor on one side, and layers of sand and dust had settled everywhere else. Cigarette butts and irons were scattered around, and the ceiling was full of cobwebs.
The walls had once been whitewashed, but in the light of the lantern they looked like the walls of a cave. The cobwebs hanging from the ceiling made the scene eerie. The front window was completely occupied by spiders. They had spun webs from one side to the other.
Naz stood in the middle of the room and looked around with fearful eyes. A window and a door opened onto the courtyard. One door opened into a room on the right and the other into a room on the left. This room was visually more terrifying than the room on Napier Road, in which Naz had been spending many nights.
His body had become hollow in a few days. His face had not been washed for a long time. His hair was disheveled and matted with sweat. His clothes were dirty and stained. His fingers were trembling. His nail polish had faded like faded blood stains. His lips were wrinkled like the buds of a plant. His eyes had swollen from crying, as if they had not been watered for a long time.
No one will come into this room except me. You will not be hurt here. Naz was startled. Jaida was standing behind her and was saying. Naz felt a light weight of a hand on her shoulder and heard, "Sit in this chair."
This was the first hand in this agony that was placed very gently on her shoulder. The weight of which did not have an element of violence. Otherwise, whoever touched her body. Its fingers would sink into her delicate body. Then these fingers would crawl over her body like a scorpion.
With the touch of Jida's hand, there was a sense of acceptance in her voice, "Sit on the chair." Naz sat on the chair like a tamed animal.She leaned both elbows on the table, put her head in her hands, and started sobbing and crying. Jaida was walking silently in the room. Naz was waiting for the same behavior and treatment. That was happening to her every night.She felt sleepy, then a gust of sleep blew so hard that her head fell onto her shoulder and she was startled. Her back was to Jedda. She turned to Jedda, her eyes pleading. It was well past midnight.
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To be continue....