After hearing Lord Nawaz's words, Gudobhai became silent.
"This... What are you saying, brother Horab Nawaz...! You... are not kidding?''
"No Gudu Bhai..." Rab Nawaz's face had a blocky seriousness.
"I'm very serious... just a little forced... otherwise I wouldn't say to vacate the shop. He is my brother, isn't he... Sarfaraz... He has lost his job... The unemployed man is roaming around... He is behind me asking my brother to give me his shop... Someone will do business, little fat... Just brother... What should I do... You must understand my compulsion... Don't take it badly.
"Nun... No..." Gudu Bhai's senses were not under control. It seemed to him that his three years of hard work had suddenly gone to waste. They are back to zero.
"Why did I start believing bad... Well... Then it's ok Lord Nawaz brother... I will do it... Just give me a month's time."
"Yes, yes... that is not a problem at all... of course... you can look for another shop at ease..." Rab Nawaz said quickly and Rab Nawaz left.
"What is the teacher...?" Gudu Bhai's student Imran rushed to him.
"Why are you sitting worried... What has the shop owner said?"
"The shop has been asked to vacate..." said Gudu Bhai without raising his head.
Imran was also shocked. Wrinkles also appeared on his forehead. He slowly sat down next to Gudu Bhai. Now he also started to look anxious and restless. Obviously, this shop was also a source of employment for him. He too had worked hard together with Gudu Bhai since day one. Allah Ta'ala had rewarded them for their hard work and the shop was doing very well. It was not far.
It is only three years ago. This shop of Rab Nawaz was at the rear of the market. Most of them lived there alone. It was a cloth market. Mostly women used to come here. Those days, Rab Nawaz was worried because his shop was not paying rent. I had told many state agencies, but whoever came to rent a shop... saw the desolate and desolate place and refused. The estate agent would try hard to frame the victim.
"Oh my brother...! Look at its rent... which shop will be found here in this market for seven thousand... you can't even get a shop for that amount.
"No bro, no." The customer would shake his head in the negative.
"No business will operate in this place... Customers don't come here... They go through the main road shops. Then only women come in this market. Why did they start coming to this side... If there is any other shop, let me know."
The estate agents were exhausted after a thousand such attempts. Now they started asking Lord Nawaz to sell the shop instead of renting it out. This place is haunted.
"I am ready for that too." Rab Nawaz himself was humbled.
"My money is stuck... I have bought a shop worth fifteen lakhs... Someone said that it is the cheapest shop in the market... otherwise there is no shop worth less than three lakhs here... I just got tempted... Look, if you find a buyer, bring him."
But luckily, there was no buyer in that shop. A couple of customers agreed, but put in less money.
"I can give him eight... who's going to come here anyway?" It's just a money trap." The customer was not very interested.
"Only eight..." Lord Nawaz's mouth became a question mark. "I have bought fifteen."
"So, my brother... If you buy expensive, I will not buy it," said the customer.
Obviously... the amount was about half, so no deal. This shop became a controversy for Rab Nawaz. In such a situation Gudu Bhai came. He talked about taking a shop on rent. The rent was low, but as Gudobhai was serious, Lord Nawaz immediately let him rent the shop. The agreement etc. was drawn up immediately. Gudu Bhai started a chole and golgappe business there. Two boys Imran and Waseem were also with them. The shop was started with the name of "Gado Golden Chhole and Gol Gape".
Since the market was at the rear, cleanliness was not taken care of much. Garbage was piled up in front of the shop. Gudu Bhai first cleared the garbage by paying two scavengers. When the place became clean, the visitors got a parking space. Parking made the walk a bit more lively. The shop came into view. Few customers started coming.
Gudu Bhai used to open the shop in the morning. Cleaning together with the boys. Then recite. After that they started preparing gram etc. If a poor person came, they would not return him empty-handed. I don't know whose prayer was received and soon the shop became famous. One of the reasons for this was that Gudobhai worked very honestly and cleanly. They could take more profit if they wanted, but they would only take legitimate profit. Then their chaat was so delicious that once the person ate it would come again and again and take it home. There were many other shops but they were closed. Now there was a boom here because of Gudu Bhai's shop. A parking lot was also built, so the rest of the shops also opened on rent. Within a year, this neglected part of the market had sprung up.
Gudu Bhai, who used to come on an old bike. Now they started coming on a new bike. It turned out that they had no time to scratch their heads. There was always a rush of people. When women used to come to the cloth market to shop and sew their suits, they would also come to eat the delicious chaat of chickpeas and Golgappe from Gudobhai's shop.
Now the importance of this place had increased. At the same time, those shops which earlier no one was willing to take on rent, now people were willing to take them on rent. The buyers of the shops were also coming every day. The sleeping fate of Rab Nawaz was awakened. He first increased the rent of the shop after a year. Gudobhai was a little surprised.
"Rab Nawaz Bhai... You had said that the rent would be increased by eight hundred rupees every year... but you have increased it by twelve hundred rupees."
"Gudu Bhai... the thing is that now this part of the market has also become expensive. The market values have increased as compared to the first one. Now if I give someone else twice as much rent as you, he will take it with joy.
Hearing this, the poor and simple Gudu Bhai became silent.
After the departure of Lord Nawaz, his disciple Waseem Khafgi said:
"Teacher... you are also the same... Katha bola to do... He said and you agreed... When it is written in the contract that 800 will be increased every year, then what is the amount of 1200 rupees?"
"Go, my friend..." said Gudu Bhai, looking away.
"His faith is with him... ours... with us... who will become rich if he commits dishonesty of four hundred rupees."
"It's not about dishonesty... It's about language, teacher." Imran also intervened.
"It started then..." Gudobhai scolded him lovingly.
"Alright come on...start work...it's already late."
The two boys made faces and went to work.
*
The mobile phone started ringing. Rab Nawaz received the call.
"Assalam Alaikum...!"
Peace be upon you! Yes Lord Nawaz Bhai... I am speaking Nisar... the state agency man... what is the situation?" On the other side... there was a voice.
"Yes, I'm fine... you tell me... any work?"
"Yes, that's it... there was a party now... he needs a shop..."
"On rent...?"
"Oh no... not on rent... have to buy... it's a high party, brother... I'll sell it at the best rate." Nisar, the estate agent, started weaving a net with his tongue.
"But you have hired him...to the one who touched..."
"Hey, curse him... Just say yes... How much did you buy the shop...?"
"In fifteen..."
"I will give twenty-five... and speak?"
"No bro... twenty-five is less... In Mir Akhial, the value has now reached around forty-forty-five. That place has become gold...'' Rab Nawaz also did not play any rough shots.
"Well, there are not so many prices now." Nisar had not surrendered either.
"Look brother... good prices will be charged... maybe I can drag the party beyond twenty five... if you do yes today, I will come right away and give you token money."
"No man... I have no intention of selling my shop now... The value there is increasing day by day. Twenty-five or five lakhs have not gone anywhere after a year.
"Let's go... it's okay..." Nisar said a little disappointed.
"By the way, whenever you want to, let me know first... I will get good money from others."
"Okay, okay. . . ." I will tell you." After saying this, Lord Nawaz ended the communication.
"Huh..." he said in a self-declared manner.
"Do you think I'm crazy... the shop has become gold and sell it at the price of iron..."
(See next week for the next part of this beautiful story)
