Chapter: 2
The day departed, bringing the cold night once again. The moon was shining as if there is no tomorrow. The moon light was so bright that it almost felt as if its day time unless you look up at the dark sky which makes you realize that its still night time. All the sparkling stars added in the beauty of the night. The clock had just struck 10 o' clock. Today went very busy for Aarzo as she had to hassle to the University to submit in her application form. Her dream of becoming a Lawyer has just taken its first step in the world of reality. She will fulfill this dream so that her dad can be proud of her wherever he is. Aarzo was lost in her thoughts about her career and studies that were about to start. Suddenly, somebody banged at the door of her house loudly as if she didn't open it quickly, that person will break the door. She hurried to reach the door, but the person on the other side of the door wouldn't stop banging as if his/her life was depending on it. Aarzo has never faced this kind of situation. She just didn't know that who wants to show up at this hour. It was just very … unpredictable. Most of her relatives were settled abroad and the ones present here were the far relatives whom she hardly have ever met.
Aarzo stopped as she reached the door and then shouted from inside,
"Who is there?" and yet no one answered back as the banging also stopped all of a sudden. Cold drops of sweat appeared on her forehead. She repeated her question again asking who it was. But there was no prevail.
"Please if somebody is there then answer", Aarzo asked very firmly trying hard to maintain herself from getting scared of this. But there was still no answer. What should she do? Call the police? Her heart wished that someone just come and rescue her. However, to her courageous nature, she began to open the door. Aarzo had just placed her hand on the door knob that the banging started once again and this time it was louder than before. She jerked away involuntarily.
It was enough now. Whoever was it outside sure doesn't possess any manners. She will open the door now no matter how dangerous that person can be. She would have to teach him/her a lesson. She shouted once again. "Stop banging! And if you are that impatient than I am sure that the police can take good care of it and teach you some manners." After this warning, the person outside stopped banging. After a few seconds, she heard the person giggling and then laughing hysterically. Now she was assured that whoever it was, that person is surely some kind of a maniac. She slowly began to open the door but was shocked to see the sight in front of her. It was her cousins from London laughing their heads off. Seeing that, tears formed in her eyes and she ran inside hurriedly after telling them to come inside.
"Where is Minhal uncle?", asked one of them as they entered in Aarzo's room, at the same time wondering what could be wrong that Aarzo rushed off like this. They gave each other glances if the other had an idea that what could be wrong. Was it the prank they played on her? But she has never minded these kinds of things than what happened today? Aarzo, on the other hand, wasn't talking to anyone but her tears were continuing to flow like anything.
"Aarzo, tell us what happened? Why are you crying?" one of the girls sat next to Aarzo and asked her very softly. Then Aarzo explained all of them about her father's death and that she is living here alone. Aarzo broke down as soon as she finished updating them about all the events. All of the four cousins were shocked to hear about Mr. Minhal after all he was their uncle. None of them was ready to believe this bitter truth. One of them even started shouting at Aarzo, "Aarzo! What rubbish are you talking about? Stop all of this nonsense. How can you say anything like this about your own father." Now it was not bearable for Aarzo. Can't they understand that she would never say or even think anything like this even in her dreams? "Zohaib, neither am I talking nonsense and nor would I tolerate that you insult my emotions saying that I don't care about my dad. Do you even know that how am I living here alone, without my parents. How can you even think that I will lie to you all?" Aarzo took all her outburst on Zohaib, however she, herself didn't know what she had just said. But she realized it as soon as she saw everybody else's amazed faces, staring at her. Aarzo had never shouted and reacted like this before, neither has she ever talked to Zohaib by taking his name like she did now. She has always called him 'Zohaib bhai'. Silence fell upon the room, and each of the cousins sat in a corner taking in the truth that they have lost their dearest uncle. Aarzo began to console both the girls; Shiza and Afia. After a few hours, all of the four cousins calmed down.
It was 2 o' clock in the night. All the four cousins; Shiza, Afia, Zohaib and Ali were sitting with Aarzo in the dining hall. Nobody spoke anything. All of them were lost in their thinking. "I am sorry Zohaib bhai." Aarzo said feeling very guilty of her behaviour with him. "No Aarzo, it's not your fault. You were already so disturbed and we not only played a prank on you but also blamed you for no reason. I am sorry Aarzo", Zohaib exclaimed feeling sad about Aarzo's state. Both, Shiza and Afia hugged Aarzo as they knew they all have hurt Aarzo unknowingly.
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So, there are four new entries in this story. To know more about these cousins, wait for the next part. Why these cousins didn't know the truth about Mr. Minhal? Why were they unknown of the truth? These untold stories will be unfolded in the next part. Keep waiting and commenting as I need them to encourage myself.
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