Epilogue

Papers ended.

Result announced.

Fajahad scored 60%.

Farah 88%.

Ali: (present at their home) "Auntie aap keh dee jeeyein ga k mera koi Fajahad naam ka beta nahi hai."
(Auntie, you would say to your all friends that he is not your son.)

Farkhanda: "Kaisay kahoon? Iss ne unsey bhi bana k rakhi hai."
(How? Because he has good chit chat with them too.)

Ali: "Abay! Tu ne chor tou chor, aurton ko bhi nahi chora!" (Oh, my Gosh! You have not even left women too after robbers!)

Faraz came out of the room, while Nida wearing him coat behind he asked

Faraz: "Kiya hua? Kitni aai?" 
(What happen? How much you have scored?)

Ali: "Saath"
(Sixty)

Faraz: "Jitna tu ne parha hai usmein yahi aani thi. Jalson mein mehnat ki jaga agar tu parhai pe thori mehnat karlayta tou Farah sey bhi ziyada lay aata."
(It was expected how much you have studied. If you would have done a little hard work instead of going in rallies then you will definitely score more than Farah too.)

Farah: "Bhai! Mujhe koi peechay nahi chor sakta! 88 aai hai, meri 88!"
(Bhai! He can't leave me behind! I have scored 88 percent! 88!)

Faraz: "But anyways Congrats!" 

And smiled genuinely.