about his wife' buried these many year
j^j L wo in the process ' he 'Inshallah, all of them will settle down soon enough.'
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'What - v e ' 1ater ft more annoyed than he was ; he had had enough of this sort
asked Firoz half.3 if lsnt gating you marri^ a • , of nonsense- Tm g°ing down- At)ta will be wondering
'Well, the buff Sy e“ a smile andTfro “ Ci where °n earth we've g0t tO” And s° wil1 your father' And
disconsôlatelv “w” Z°ne disaPpeared tonight ^“'-j ! besides, we ought to find out if your brother is formally
'No, no thank Vean0ther” * * ** married yet - and whether you really do now have a
enjoyed his d ^ u St'^ ^ave Plenty ' said P' * l beautiful sister-in-law to scold you and curb your
father would with a «lightly e,,i]fv /“?' F'ro: excesses-'
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'God knows j ' 3 d uncertainly. when| genially. 'Maybe some of the bees will cling to us too. And
'At the firs/r ÛjS- 3t the enquiry stage ' said )U I if we get stung to the heart, Doctor Sahib here can cure us.
For some teas' Imt'aZ added' ' “' I Cant y°U' Imtiaz? A11 y°u would have to do would be to
readingF he ren3501!} ^”s de^ghted Maan 'A f, I app'y a rose“Peta”to r^e wound isn't that so ?' third reading i A j' '^ell, let's hope it n^ ^rsl 'As 'ong as t^lere are no contra-indications,' said Imtiaz
withholds his ass r' ^ 'f if do“' that th” ? tO thl seriouslyHe laueheH ss^nt- e * resident| 'No centra-indications,' said Maan, laughing as he led
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-^-^ «.nu rook a couple of long swigs. 'And what! about your marriage ?' he demanded of Firoz. I
Firoz looked a little evasively around the room. It was asl bare and functional as most of the rooms in Prem Nivas -1 which looked as if they expected the imminent arrival of a I herd of constituents. 'My marriage !' he said with a laugh. I Maan nodded vigorously. M
'Change the subject,' said Firoz. •
'Why, if you were to go into the garden instead of* drinking here in seclusion -' I
'It's hardly seclusion.' •
'Don't interrupt,' said Maan, throwing an arm around f him. 'If you were to go down into the garden, a good- | looking, elegant fellow like you, you would be surrounded within seconds by eligible young beauties. And ineligible I ones too. They'd cling to you like bees to a lotus. Curly I Jocks, curly locks, will you be mine ?' '
Firoz flushed. 'You've got rhf ~:~-:t-
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_ …v,, uccs to a lotus. Curly .vo, vuny locks, will you be mine ?'
Firoz flushed. 'You've got the simile slightly wrong,' he said. 'Men are bees, women lotuses.' Maan quoted a couplet from an Urdu ghazal to the
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besides, we ought to find out if your brother is formally married yet - and whether you really do now have a beautiful sister-in-law to scold you and curb your excesses.'
'All right, all right, we'll all go down,' said Maan genially. 'Maybe some of the bees will cling to us too. And if we get stung to the heart, Doctor Sahib here can cure us. Can't you, Imtiaz ? All you would have to do would be to apply a rose-petal to the wound, isn't that so ?'
'As long as there are no contra-indications,' said Imtiaz seriously.
'No contra-indications,' said Maan, laughing as he led the way down the stairs.
'You may laugh,' said Imtiaz. 'But some people are allergic even to