Mahmood never turned his back towards Love. His intention was to send for Husna when he felt settled in his adopted city. It was Husna who betrayed him, marrying the next available suitor, a young teacher in Rawalpindi. Allah saw the truth, if no one else did. It was Love that turned her back towards Mahmood. As he sat with the apples, pears, and pineapples, refreshments for the tourists, he knew that he would never again taste a fruit as delicious as Husna’s kiss.