Every night when the clock bell chimes midnight, an agent sends SMS messages to his master and Queen My luv : the ever young Tiya Khiwani of Firozepur, District Karachi, Pakistan. She replies and the exchange of SMS continues for a while.
Ever since Shri K.G. Khiwani abdicted the responsibility of a father towards his daughter and apparantly sold her to Shri Chandra Shekhar Shyamrao Gadge; the agent has taken over the reins of her life. It is not a employer and employee relationship which starts with the start of office and closes with its closing to reopen the next day. It is not a brother-sister relationship either. This relationship takes its root on jealousy, envy and vengeance in which the political pimp, manipulator and her employer wants to have her all the time to keep her away and beyond the reach of her lover. She has parroted the lines given by him to take shelter under the false sense of security provided by him and plays her part very well like an accomplished actress and calls him up around midnight everyday to arouse him. He has chained her to him financially and otherwise in such a manner that she can’t even breath independently. Her telephone and mobile calls are monitored and she is responsible to her employer all the 24 hours. 7 days a week, 365 days a year for everything personal. She has no respite. He keeps a strict watch on her movements and she talks to or meets only those visitors who have been cleared by him or provided by him.
I gather that the SMS gives the approximate time when the customers would leave her and she would be free for the return pick up. Quite frequently the agent calls her up to listen to the Caller tune set on her mobile which plays a song eugolising him as Khuda (Allah, God). He feels elated on being her God and shamelessly hides his real face of Gandoo/Goonda that he is.
I look at her face and wonder about the cruelty and the extent to which the agent would go to harass and punish my luv for loving me.
i luv tiya khiwani 