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She exhausted me by dragging me around.

My head is completely spinning.

We went to four different shops.

Four shops, and do you think she liked a single outfit? Not a chance.

She's unbelievably picky.

Then just have one made to order.

If we get one custom-made,

she'll just complain that it's not this or it's not that.

You have no idea. My sister is out of her mind.

I had to drink three glasses of lemonade just to get my head straight.

And even then, she told me to skip work and go shopping with her again.

By the way,

what color was the dress you wore?

Tea pink.

Tea pink.

You must have looked stunning in that.

Your sister must be beautiful, too.

She’s a nightmare. An absolute witch.

A complete demon.

Actually, she is pretty.

Nothing like me, though. She has a fair complexion.

She actually looks a lot like you.

Why don't you talk to Akbar?

Asgar told me he had a falling out with that girl.

When I asked, he wouldn't give me a straight answer.

He just wouldn't say a word.

I told you, didn't I?

Asgar told me she's the type who wears pants.

All these girls who wear pants are the same,

always moving from one person to another.

You used to wear pants, too. You looked good in them.

At Akbar's wedding, you have to wear pants.

Yaseen's mother was saying she has a couple of excellent proposals

from virtuous, respectable families.

The kind of girls whose headscarves never leave their heads

and who aren't caught up in this mobile phone nonsense.

Why are you so obsessed with getting Akbar married?

Why wouldn't I be?

He's getting married late as it is.

He's not getting any younger.

Our Akbar is two or two-and-a-half years older than Yaseen.

And haven't you noticed?

He's been so distant and moody lately.

It would be good if a virtuous, respectable girl came into his life.

His mind will be at ease,

and he'll forget all his past sorrows.

Asgar said the same thing.

A good, virtuous girl will help him forget everything.

We all need to forget the past and move forward.

Do you really think he's forgotten it all and moved forward?

Yes.

He said he doesn't even remember having a sister.

He asked, “What was her name?

Who is this Pakeezah?”

You already know how I am.

My memory is fading.

I put things down and completely forget where they are.

I can't even remember...

Do you smell something?

Hmm?

It smells like something's burning.

Oh dear God, I forgot to turn off the stove.

The money for filling these buckets is coming out of your wages.

I told you I could fill them myself.

Your husband should be the one filling them before he leaves.

When someone works for free,

the least you can do is offer them some water.

The poor guy did fill them before he left.

I just tend to waste a lot of water.

I'm not used to using buckets.

We have a pressure motor at our house.

You just flip a switch,

and the water comes out at full pressure.

I used to take showers that lasted for hours just by pressing a button.

Shampoo washes out of your hair so much better with high pressure.

Asgar, though… he would get so annoyed.

He’d get scolded just ten minutes into the shower.

Brother Akbar would sneak around and flip the switch off.

You know,

until this water issue is sorted out,

you should go back to your home.

But then you'd be all alone, wouldn't you?

Your partner is already gone.

I don't go because of you.

Otherwise, Mom calls me every day.

In fact, we just spoke.

I'm her only daughter, you see.

She worries herself sick about me.

Yeah, right. If she were really that worried about you,

would you be stuck here packing shoes?

Behold the shimmering locks on my groom’s brow.

Well, the preparations for Yaseen's wedding are underway.

I told them I fell in the bathroom.

I said my knee is swollen and that I can't make it.

Otherwise, Yaseen's mother would never have taken no for an answer.

She just called me, actually.

She said, “Sister, come with us.

We’re taking the Pajero,

we won’t have to cram into crowded buses and vans.”

I couldn't very well tell her

that I'm not allowed to go to the wedding, could I?

She came by herself to drop off the invitation.

She was even asking for Asgar's address

because she wanted to send him one too.

She's actually a lovely woman.

The other day, when she visited, she was saying,

“Sister, I so wished for Yaseen and Pakeezah to…”

Have you got nothing better to talk about?

What do you want?

For me to walk out on you just like Asgar did?

Unbelievable!

Oh my, Akbar!

You've got a shorter fuse than Asgar now.

You broke my bucket.

This is all because of that girl who wears pants.

You never used to storm off like this before.

Girls like that have no shame, no sense of honor.

She's probably hit it off with someone else by now.

Decent women who care about their reputation aren’t like that.

Look what she's done to you.

This was the only bucket I had.

Asgar had already ruined it with the heating rod.

That girl who wears pants has completely poisoned his mind.

Behold the shimmering locks...

I've never kneaded dough in my life.

To think I'd end up doing all this after my education...

Pick it up.

It's probably your family.

Calling to let you know the divorce papers are ready

and that you can come and get them.

You didn't tell Brother Tariq, did you?

That Pakeezah was practically dragged kicking and screaming into marrying you?

Who would've given their daughter to you otherwise?

Well, I did say that. That's exactly what I said.

And do you know what Brother Tariq replied?

He said, “She's my cousin.

She has an MBA, she has a job, she’s beautiful, and she’s single.

We’ll have you married by this evening.”

Well, go on then! Go and get married.

What are you doing with me?

I earn pennies gluing soles onto shoes.

I can't even leave this rooftop.

You lock the door behind you when you go.

My mother won't answer my calls.

My family refuses to even see me.

But you got an offer that could've been secured by the end of the day.

For a young, beautiful girl with an MBA.

So go on, marry her!

Do it, or your brother-in-law will divorce your sister.

And your mother lying sick in bed, if she...

Just go!

Why are you just standing there? Go!

What have you done!

When am I supposed to wash this now?

When will it dry?

How am I supposed to go to work?

You've made such a ridiculous mess.

First, I'll have to go all the way upstairs to fill a bucket with water.

You just see red when you're angry, don't you?

Well done! Excellent!

Oh, look at that! What a couple!

Spectacular! Absolutely gorgeous!

Made for each other! Perfect pair!

Marvelous! Just marvelous!

You two look amazing together!

No, no. Hold on. Keep it like that. Just like that.

Yes, just keep holding it over your heads.

There we go! Perfect!

Listen,

if you have any second thoughts tonight,

just give me a call.

Just one call.

Do you hear what he's saying?

Then again, who can fight destiny?

You got lucky, my friend.

Very lucky.

Go on now.

I'm absolutely exhausted.

-Oh, come on, Mom. -Hey, listen.

That boy, Asim, is quite handsome.

He looked so heartbroken at your wedding.

It's fine, though.

Even this one is looking handsome today.

Cleaned up rather nicely.

Well, son,

did you enjoy the meal?

I had the spinach and mutton specially cooked

with crushed fenugreek leaves in clarified butter.

I've had it packed and put in your car.

Heat it in the morning with the flatbread,

adding a light splash of water to the flatbread.

It'll taste divine.

This wife of yours isn't going to make you any breakfast.

That's a fact.

What can we do?

She simply won't do what she doesn't want to, right?

Go on now.

Should I summon a carriage for you?

Mom!

Well? Aren't you taking her?

Take her away already.

Go on.

Let's go.

Let's go.

Everyone in the mall knew about us.

The girls you work with,

the staff at the food court, they all knew.

Even if nothing is going on, the world starts spinning stories.

Just walking together is enough.

Like I said, even if nothing is going on between them,

once they see a man and a woman together...

I'm a man.

It doesn't affect men.

But you,

you're a woman.

I'm sure people are spreading all sorts of nasty rumors about you.

And after seeing us together so many times here...

Once a woman's name gets linked to a man,

life becomes very difficult for her.

So...

So?

So what's the big deal for you?

You're a high school grad, and you have years of experience.

You could easily find a job anywhere else.

Here, people will just keep dragging your name through the mud.

Find a job somewhere else.

Go somewhere where nobody knows you.

Work with dignity.

And it shouldn't create problems for your marriage prospects either.

Just go somewhere where you'll be safe.

You've been messaging me all morning just so you could tell me this?

I thought you were calling me to apologize.

Have you started smoking more, Akbar?

Are you not eating properly?

You've become frail. Take care of yourself,

Akbar.

Come on. You're so silly.

What are you doing, Saman?

It isn't as if we're forcing a nineteen-year-old girl into marriage.

See, you're my stepmother, after all.

That's why you haven't shed a single tear at my departure.

If your dad were here, he would have been very mad.

Saying that I'm crying as if you were my biological child.

Mom.

Go on now.

Go already.

Go.

Why, though?

Why didn't you tell your husband?

Is he less educated than you?

Why does he work this night job?

You stay all alone upstairs in this entire building,

and these junkies give you no peace.

What if the lock had broken open?

I've been telling you and your husband for so long

that this place isn't safe for you.

To top it off, your husband isn't even here with you at night.

There are water issues here, too.

Do you know what the boss was saying the other day?

Since space is running out downstairs,

let's rent another room upstairs for the craftsmen to sleep.

Now the craftsmen sleep here, and you sleep there.

How is that even possible?

You'll have to leave eventually.

That's exactly what you want. Never mind, eventually.

You just want us to leave today, don't you?

Is it easy to find a rented room?

We've paid a three-month advance.

How can we just leave?

This place simply isn't safe for you.

One can accept a financial loss.

Dima!

Dima!

Good cricket.

-Wow. Smooth drive. -Brother Ghafoor, turn this off.

You're sitting here with this on again today?

Smooth drive. What a fine drive.

Good cricket.

Good cricket. Good pitch.

All the way for four.

-Smooth drive. -Nice. Smooth drive, huh?

Good cricket. Good pitch.

All the way for four.

Good cricket.

Good cricket. Good pitch.

All the way for four.

This guy right here works downstairs.

He's the boss's veteran craftsman.

He's the most skilled at the work, too.

He was the one who showed me your video for the first time.

He's a disgusting man.

I recognized you from the video the moment I saw you.

He forces us to watch your video, over and over again.

The number of times he's forced us to watch your video...

Whenever the boss leaves,

he just sits and puts it on.

He has so many other disgusting videos like this saved on his phone.

He even sent the video to all of us.

And who knows who else he keeps forwarding it to.

He gets a real kick out of listening to your commentary.

He's a skilled worker,

but his deeds are absolutely filthy.

He…

He even has a disgusting…

He even has a disgusting name for you.

I am talking about Ghafoor.

I haven't told anyone you live here.

He'd even recognize your voice.

He spends all day mimicking you, trying to speak English.

He says he's getting English lessons from the video.

He's even suspicious of your husband, you see.

He keeps asking if he's the guy from the video.

So I just tell him, no, what's wrong with you?

That's why I keep telling you, this place isn't safe for you.

I mean, even yesterday, who knows who was trying to break in.

You have your brothers, right, Akbar and Asgar?

Please, call them.

Tell them to come and get you out of here.

If Ghafoor ever finds out that

the girl from that disgusting video lives right upstairs...

Just call them.

Tell them to come and take you away from here.

If it were my sister in your place, I would've broken Ghafoor's face.

I would never have left her here just to work on gluing shoes.

You're so well-educated. On top of that,

you speak English so fluently.

And you're stuck here?

Forget everything else.

Ask them to come and take you.

Just call them right now, I'm telling you.

Did you have a falling out with your brothers?

Maybe it was over property.

But still, you're their only sister.

People only abandon their own like this

when there's bad blood between them.

This is your pay for the last week.

The boss was saying

he'd dock your pay since you got some solution on top of the shoes.

But don't you worry, I'll cover for it.

Here. Take the money.

Come on, take it.

Please, Sister, just keep it. It's yours. Keep it, please.

Let's go, Pakeezah!

Brother Faraz, hurry up!

Get going! Alright?

I've locked the door downstairs. No one's there. Just go! Go!

-Thank you so much, Dima. -No worries, just go. Go on, quickly.

Zubair.

How did you manage to live all alone in such a huge house, Zubair?

I was never alone.

You were always with me.

If anyone heard this,

they wouldn't believe Zubair Kamal could be so romantic when we're alone.

These belonged to my mother.

She saved them for my bride.

The design's a little old,

but this is all I have to give you.

Thank you, Zubair.

They're very pretty.

You know,

this feels so much better.

Not having to rely on my imagination anymore,

since you're right here with me.

Now I can hold your hand in public too.

They look even prettier now.

Thank you.

Smooth drive.

What a fine drive.

Good cricket. Good cricket.

What are we going to do now?

Good cricket.

Good cricket.

Come on, this is it.

Good cricket. Good cricket.

Smooth drive. Good cricket.

He works at a call center.

This is Shahzad’s uncle’s shop.

His uncle is paralyzed.

He's gone to his village to see a healer.

His uncle closed the shop and gave all the workers time off.

Pakeezah, there’s just one problem.

The bathroom is at the other end of the market.

No, I'm not staying here.

Where else would you stay?

Where would you go?

If I took you to a hotel right now, you'd throw another one of your fits.

Where else are we supposed to find a place right now?

That poor guy's stuck at the call center.

He gave us the key just so we could get through the night.

I'll figure something out in the morning.

You're such a princess, aren't you?

A princess!

Standing there with that attitude,

as if your father built a palace for you to go to.

It's because of this attitude of yours...

God, what a headache.

That's why I keep it switched off!

My family won't even let me breathe in peace.

Yeah, what is it?

Mom passed away, Pakeezah.

I left the tap on again.

I don't know what's wrong with me these days.

My mind just goes blank.

I forget things that just happened moments ago.

Leave it, dear. I'll get it.

I do this every day.

Please, stop.

You're here for such a short while.

I'll handle it.

It doesn't feel right for you to be working.

Give that to me. Just leave it. I'll manage.

And really,

you didn't need to go to all the trouble of bringing fruit.

Why did you bother?

Who's going to eat all this fruit?

Akbar won't even touch it, let alone have some.

And you know your dad doesn't eat fruit at night.

It gives him indigestion.

Asgar was the one who used to eat all the fruit.

But he's gone, he doesn't live here anymore.

And I'm the only one left,

so how much fruit can I possibly eat by myself?

Take it with you when you leave and eat it yourself.

Have some tea,

and these are golden sweets.

They're delicious. I've already had two.

Yaseen finally got married.

The reception is this afternoon.

They send something over every day.

He married a very lovely girl.

So fair and beautiful.

They sent me the photos.

It's been two weeks now.

There was so much music and celebration,

such a lively affair for Yaseen's wedding.

Here you go. Drink your tea.

You must be in a hurry to leave, right?

Here, take this.

And you have to try the sweets.

As I said, I've already had two. They're delicious.

Have you been feeling okay?

Of course, thank God, I'm doing fine. What's going to happen to me?

I have Asgar and Akbar to look after me.

They take wonderful care of me.

They love me so much and always speak so kindly.

Countless gratitude to God. I'm fine, really.

And Dad?

He's doing great. All thanks to God.

What could possibly be wrong when you have two grown,

working sons to look after you?

Asgar?

He's fine.

Building a life for himself.

He's moved away. He doesn't live here anymore.

Brother Akbar?

Akbar is fine too.

I’m planning to get him married now.

I've had this room cleared out.

We're going to build a bathroom here

and have it all repainted for the new bride.

Yaseen's mother told me about a couple of great matches for him.

Very nice girls.

They are well-mannered and decent,

not the kind who are always on their phones.

And both of them are very fair-skinned.

One of them is a little short,

but I figured that doesn't really matter.

She knows how to run a household.

Whichever one my Akbar chooses,

I'll bring her home as his bride.

The room is ready.

We just need to get the bathroom installed.

I bet Dad still doesn't drink tea, does he?

Him?

He's completely hooked on tea now. It's become a habit.

The moment he walks in the door, he calls out, Pakeezah's mother...

So,

did you come alone, or is someone waiting outside?

There's no one.

The street was blocked.

The rickshaw couldn't get through,

so he dropped me off at the end of the lane.

I had to walk the rest of the way home.

It's because of Yaseen's wedding.

They've set up all the tents,

so the whole street is blocked.

That's why.

And on top of that, they're always cooking up

a proper feast in celebration of Yaseen's wedding.

They make two or three huge pots of food every single day.

Bowls full of food keep coming over from their house.

I haven't had to cook at all.

Not during the day, and nothing for dinner either.

They send such delicious meals.

They really threw a wonderful wedding for their son.

Obviously, you can hardly even get a motorbike through the street,

let alone a rickshaw.

Were you in the area for an errand?

Oh,

the doctor's wife dropped by.

She came to ask if I was ready to go to Yaseen’s wedding reception,

you know, the one I told you about.

She was about to leave for the reception,

and she offered to take me with her.

But I'm not even dressed yet.

She, on the other hand, was all dolled up.

She was wearing tons of gold.

Piled on the necklaces.

I mean, she looked like she was celebrating a festival.

She always wears so much jewelry.

I wonder if it's even real.

Well, I suppose it must be.

I've never seen that much gold in my life.

Anyway,

you didn't even have your tea. You must be in a hurry to leave.

I'm just saying because the street is about to get really crowded.

People are already starting to show up for the reception.

There'll be such a crowd.

How will you get through? And what if someone sees you...

Mom.

Your dad has been coming home early from the office lately,

and Akbar is also just around the corner at the barber’s.

He could be back any minute.

That’s also why the doctor’s wife came.

She’s always spying on us.

She was peeking into the fruit bags, trying to see

“Sister, who brought these?

Who are the sweets for?

Who did you make tea for?” I told her I drink tea in the afternoons.

When you get tired from all the housework,

you make yourself a cup of tea, right?

That’s what I told her.

Pakeezah, everyone has their eyes on our house.

All ears and eyes are pointed this way.

Whenever they pass by, they ask in hushed tones

if there’s any news about Pakeezah. Where is she?

Does she call? Do you call her?

Do they have any children? Where do they live?

That doctor’s wife is so crafty.

She came just now to spy.

I saw her peeking into the rooms.

I think she’s figured out that you’re here.

Everyone’s eyes are on this house.

Look, the tea has gone cold.

I’d warm it up for you, but you’re in a hurry to go, aren’t you?

You need to leave, so just go now.

Your dad will be here any minute.

Besides, Akbar’s temper has gotten so much worse.

And if Asgar finds out that you came…

Your dad comes in here at night, into your room, and just cries.

Asgar was telling me to throw all your things outside and burn them.

That’s why I packed everything away in these boxes.

Since you’re in a hurry to go, otherwise I’d warm up your tea.

You didn’t even have a sweet.

It’s from Yaseen’s wedding celebrations. This…