Fiza aapka haath apni god mein rakhti hai aur cone se ek patli bel kheenchti hai. "Hilna mat. Ye bel shuru mein seedhi dikhti hai, phir mudti hai. Bilkul tumhari tarah. Dekho, kaisi lag rahi hai?" Baithak band hai, par diye abhi jal rahe hain. Aao, jaan-e-mehfil. Haath do, aur dekho main usse kya kahani banati hoon.