Is this any way to talk with guests? Is this what he is planning to do in every episode? Insult his old aged guests. Shame on him.

That very moment he realised something. He uttered:

Oh no, is this what I have become? Do my fans hate me now as much as I hate this phony professor? Maybe they do, because of my last video on Ramshah Khan.

He kept on thinking for a while until his phone began to ring. He saw that it was his step father’s call. He answered the call:

“Hello?”

“Are you the son of Taimoor Hafeez?” some unfamiliar voice spoke from the other line.

“Yes, yes I am,” he answered a bit confusingly.

“Your father just got injured in a car accident.”

Yahya’s eyes opened out wide.

“He is admitted to the hospital,” the caller continued. “We need you to come here immediately.”

“Okay, I’ll come,” he answered getting tensed. “But what happened can you tell me please?”

“Don’t worry, he is out of danger. His left arm got fractured that’s all.”

“Oh no. Anyways, what was the name of the hospital again?”

“I’ll text you the location. Come as quick as you can.”

“Okay, I am just coming.”

Yahya disconnected the call. He was very much tensed and every other thing that was bothering him earlier was out of his mind. Within sixty seconds, he left the room, picked his bike’s keys and rushed downstairs.

Ten minutes later, he was in the middle of the road on his bike. The vehicle was running in a very fast speed. He was very stressed up. He was quite anxious to see his father who wasn’t his real father and yet he felt for him as if he was his real father.

 He finally reached the hospital after several minutes. He parked his bike outside and rushed inside. He checked his text message again to confirm the room he was headed for.

Two minutes later, he entered inside the room where his father was lying. He got a bit relieved as he saw his father awake.

Thank God! he uttered.

His father was looking at him and he smiled. Yahya went closer towards him and spoke:

“Are you okay Dad?”

“Yes, my dear!” his father replied with tender voice. “I’m good. Thanks for coming.”

“What happened exactly?” he asked sitting on his bed close to him.

“There’s nothing to worry about. I was with my friend on his bike. He was riding it.”

“Who?”

“Uncle Asif!”

“Oh, so it was his bike?”

“Exactly, so we were returning from work. He was about to drop me off. We went wrong way, so some car just crashed us from the front. And here we are.”

“I see. So where is he by the way?” Yahya asked curiously.

“He is also admitted here. In the room next door.”

“Oh…Well, anyways you really had me worried!”

“I know. It happens. We’ll be careful next time.”

“How is your arm?”

“I can’t really feel much. The doctors have…”

“…Got it,” he interrupted. “So this happened several hours ago?”

“Three hours back,” the nurse standing by replied.

Yahya looked up at her and got a bit shocked.

“I see,” he uttered.

He looked back at his father and spoke:

“Don’t worry Dad. I’ll be here with you for the night.”

“Thank you, my son!”

 Later, during the night when his father was sleeping, he inserted earphones in his cell phone and played Professor Shahrukh Rizwan’s show’s video from where he left it. In the video, Dr. Amjad was speaking looking at the audience:

“In 1914, The Schlieffen Plan took place. In this, Germany strategised to attack over France from the Western front and Russia from the Eastern Front. The battle between France and Germany took place in September.”

“Can you tell us the exact dates?” Shahrukh spoke with a smirk on his face.

“I don’t remember exactly but I think it was during the first ten days.”

“It was 6th September to 9th September.”

“Right!”

“And can you tell us the name of that battle? Come on you are PhD in History, you can easily answer this.”

“I think it was Battle of Caporetto, if I’m not wrong.”

“Battle of Caporetto?” Shahrukh mocked. “What’s wrong Mr. Amjad? That was between German troops and Italian army. And it was fought in 1917. The battle between French Army and German Army was Battle of Marne.”

“Oh yeah, you’re right!”

Yahya angrily paused the video and then took out his ear phones. He commented angrily:

“Arrogant and insulting personality.”

He kept the phone aside and stood up. He left the room in order to buy something.

Two Weeks Later

Yahya was in the middle of some footpath. He was walking towards my home until he felt he phone ringing. He answered his friend Usman’s call:

“Yes, Usman?”

“Turn on the news channel wherever you are. The latest breaking news will delight you.”

“Really? What is it about?”

“Trust me, you’ll be happy about it. Or just search Ramshah Khan on Google.”

“Oh, it’s about her? Okay, I’ll search now.”

He disconnected the call.

He couldn’t wait until he reached home so he turned on his mobile internet and typed ‘Ramshah khan latest news’ on Google. The page opened with different links. He read the titles:

Ramshah Khan turned out to be a phony.

Ramshah Khan’s insurance officer’s statement changed everything.

The fire at Ramshah khan’s house was nothing but a preplanned act.

He felt so excited that he smiled and whispered:

Thank God! You saved my reputation.

He then clicked on the YouTube’s link.

The video began in which some investigating officer with moustache was giving his statement to the media:

“I am the investigating officer of Ramshah Khan’s insurance policy. We have to keep an eye on everything and make sure that the accident is really an accident. Only then we can cover her loss by providing money or whatever our customers demand. So anyways, my team and I were on a task to investigate this case. We cross questioned Miss Ramshah and seeing lack of eye contact with us while talking made her appear quite suspicious. But anyways that’s not how we are supposed to jump to conclusions. We investigate in detail. So as I investigated further, and I found that she caused the fire herself. And she wasn’t even sleeping at the moment. We caught her text messages. She was awake and she texted someone. This proved that she had been faking all along just to get insurance money.”

Some news reporter asked:

“Is this a crime according to you? Should she be punished?”

“No, I don’t think it’s a crime that one should get arrested but yes she will be penalised with a heavy amount. And we might remove her from our customers list but that’s not final yet.”

The video clip ended. Yahya claimed with excitement:

“Oh yes! Now my viewers and those who abused me earlier will respect me and agree with me.”

He kept the phone back in his pocket and went straight home.

That evening, Ramshah Khan who was at her luxurious home was watching the video that was uploaded by Yahya Taimoor weeks ago. After she had watched the entire video, she claimed:

“Maybe it was this video that made them suspicious over me. I think I must teach this guy Yahya some lesson.”

Without giving any second thought, she picked up her phone and dialed some criminal’s cell number. Her call got answered after a while by some male:

“Yes, Ma’am Ramshah!”

“How much would you charge for kidnapping someone?” She asked directly.

At Yahya’s home, he was sitting with his two friends Usman and Shan in his room. They were drinking some soft drink and eating snacks as if they were celebrating. Yahya spoke excitedly:

“That insurance company’s officer has won my heart. It is because of him that more than fifty per cent dislikes of my recent video have turned into likes. And all those subscribers who unsubscribed my YouTube channel have returned.”

“Yeah, that’s great!” Usman spoke being happy for his friend.

“And the best part is that my forecasting is being praised and most of the negative comments have been removed.”

“So, what do you say?” Shan asked him. “Should we make another video as a response after this?”

“I don’t think we should,” Usman suggested.

“Why not?” Yahya asked looking at him.

“It would appear as if the comments mattered to you.”

“Sorry? Come again!”

“I mean to say that if you would respond then it would appear to your viewers that their opinion matters to you.”

“Oh yeah, right. Now I get it. I agree, you’re right!”

“But we can include this content in some other video,” Shan recommended.

“Yes, we’ll think about it later,” Yahya spoke picking up the glass of soft drink.

“Right now, it’s time to enjoy the day!” Usman chuckled having a sip.

They all had a sip and enjoyed the present day.

Meanwhile at Professor Shahrukh Rizwan’s house, he was sitting in his luxurious room. He was watching videos on YouTube in his large sixty inch LED TV. He heard his room knocking. He spoke raising his voice:

“Come in!”

His eighteen year old son came inside. He looked at his son and said:

“Hey Arshad, where have you been? I haven’t seen you for a while.”

“I was going to say the same for you,” his teenage son said to him. “Dad why do you stay out all day? You hardly spend any time at home.”

“I know dear. Its work that keeps me out. Believe me I want nothing more than spending time with my family.”

“But even months back when you were banned, you hardly had any time for us!”

Shahrukh smiled and said to his son:

“Come here son, sit with me.”

His son went closer and sat on the couch close to him. After a moment of pause, Shahrukh pointed his finger towards the large library with more than hundred books in its shelves. He said to his son:

“You see that Arshad? I’ve spent several years on that. It took me more than a decade to be what I am today. This is what is covering our house’ expenses. This knowledge is generating my salary today. Do you get it son?”

“I know that Dad, but I’m just saying that family is also an important part of your life.”

“I know Arshad. I agree with you. But what you need to understand is that you can’t waste something that you earned out of a lot of hard work. Reading all these books multiple times and memorising the important parts requires a lot of effort. And you can’t just waste that. You’ll understand someday.”

“I hope I do. Because the way I see, I think no matter what you do, blood relations are always more important…than any other thing.”

“You’re right son. You’re absolutely right. The world thinks of me as a bad person. In fact everyone in this country thinks that I am not a good person. It’s you, my family, who values my greatness. You are the ones who acknowledge my positive side. I do value you. Trust me, I do!”

Arshad smiled and looked at his father.

“You are my only son Arshad,” he said quite honestly. “I really wish that I had another son like you. When I was your age I always thought of having two sons, who would grow up to be like their father.”

“Why two? Why not three or more?”

“Two is a team. Three is a crowd!” Shahrukh chuckled.

Several weeks later.

Yahya was sitting all alone in his class room. He was waiting for someone. Moments later, he received a text message. He read the text message:

I’ll be there in a minute.

It was from someone named Javeria.

Minutes later, the room’s door opened and some girl of his age entered. He stood up as he looked at her and asked politely:

“What took you so long?”

“I’m sorry Yahya, I really am sorry. I just wanted to get everything out of my mind before being here with you.”

“Anyways, let’s sit at the cafeteria.”

“Sure, why not!”

They left the place.

Inside the cafeteria, the two of them were seated face to face. They were having lunch together. Javeria said to him while they were about to start:

“I’ve seen your videos. And one thing’s clear to me.”

“And that is?”

“That you analyse very deeply. You think with different perspectives. And you think ten times before coming up with a conclusion.”

Yahya smiled and didn’t respond. She then said to him:

“But aren’t you afraid of threats? I mean there’s a possibility that people who are offended by your words might attack you someday.”

“Yes, there is. But I’m not afraid. I’m not afraid to speak the truth. My motive is nothing but to reveal the truth.”

“Wow, nice. I like that you are bold.”