This is something that was meant to be an OS but when I came to write it, turned a bit longer so a Three Shot. Something different, but boring old me writing and definitely not been able to do any justice. Was meant to write this last year but forgots. If anyone does not like this, you are more than welcome to just ignore it. Do let me know what you think and whether it should be continued. Sighs too many stories to post, I have like half of an SS already written up waiting for everything else to finish to post it. What is my life? Taking a short break from my SS/FF's (Don't worry, updates are still being written as we speak). And "short break" made me LOL! Sighs. Love ya <3
ASYA (KaBhi) ThreeShot: Rising
She tied her hair up into a pony tail and sprinted onto the fields behind the eager children. She spun around; her hair danced behind her as she clapped her hands brushing them together and hitting her thighs to warm herself up as if she didn't feel warm enough already. She stood under the blazing sun with sweat glistening on her face.
"Yo, I'm ready" She shouted from the top of her lungs and motioned with her hands.
"READY?" The older boy shouted back. Everyone shouted ready. "We haven't tossed yet" He bit his tongue. Everyone grunted loudly annoyed at him for ruining their gameplay mode.
"I will knock the shit out of you, you little rat" She treaded towards him fisting her hand, the children followed behind her to beat him up. He held his hands up defensively stepping back nervously. She jumped on him and started punching him with all the kids holding him down.
"Yo, please let me go. Let's toss now. Come on chill guys" The boy pushed all the children off him and ran behind a tree.
"ZOYA!" Came a voice from the other side of the fields. She turned towards the voice instantly. "Chacha Jee is calling you!" He told her.
"COMINGG!!" She shouted back to him. "I will sort you out later. And we are having a re-match soon" She eyed him before running off.
"Animal" The boy brushed his shoulders watching her leave. He glared at the children; they all laughed pointing at him.
Zoya ran across the fields as fast as she could. She jumped over the fence and hopped on one foot around the plants before rushing towards the house. Her eyes went over the door; she ran around to the side and picked up a hose pipe. She let the tap loose before splashing the water over her face and washing her muddy feet.
"Chacha jee" Zoya called rushing inside the house. An elderly man turned hearing her voice. He laughed seeing her come running towards him and embracing him with open arms. He tapped her back lovingly.
"Pagli, you're back" He caressed her hair. Zoya scrunched her nose breaking the hug and facing him smiling.
"You called and I came running" She played her eyebrows. He laughed at her antics.
"You've been playing football and wrestling again haven't you?" He asked her brushing the dust off her shoulder. She held her ear nodding her head.
"Okay, enough drama. Eat something."
"Have you eaten?" She pulled his cheeks, he hit her hand away.
"Yes" He told her. She nodded and ran towards the kitchen to prepare food for herself. "There is food in the fridge." He sat down on the sofa with his daily newspaper. He watched her sit down on the table and kick her legs while eating her food making all sorts of noises. He shook his head, it has been two years and he hasn't been able to change this girl into an actual girl. He cursed his old self not being able to help this girl overcome her fears. As days went by, he watched this girl turn herself into a boy and adopt the strengths that is needed for a boy to be seen as a boy. She has distanced herself from adorning herself or falling in love with things that may indicate that she is a woman.
"Bitto, change your clothes once you are done" He told her from the sofa. She nodded with a mouth full of food and chewed with a smug look on her face. He watched her get up satisfied and wash her hands in the kitchen before running towards her room. He got up from his sofa hearing noises in her room and walked over to have a look. He opened the door to find her boxing her punching bag.
"BITTO" He raised his voice, Zoya bit her tongue and held onto the bag. She threw her gloves on the floor and grabbed clothes from her wardrobe to change. He smiled seeing her scurrying into the bathroom. He stepped inside of her room and admired her pictures on the bedside table. He was alone all these years, she came into his life as a blessing. She was the daughter he never had. He has never seen anyone as chirpy as her in all the years he has been alive. She had a heavy past but when you look at her, you see a girl living the child in her to the fullest. He couldn't begin to imagine how anyone could think to harm a beautiful girl like her. He brushed his tears away and walked out of the room.
"Goodnight" She removed his book from his hand and took his glasses off. He caressed her face lovingly.
"Goodnight bitto." He smiled lying back against the pillow. Zoya pressed her eyes at him turning the lamp off and walking out of the room. She walked over towards the open window entering her room. She closed her eyes feeling the cool breeze caress her. Her hands lifted towards her pony tail, she loosened it slightly before tightening it again. Her eyes looked into the distant alarmed, she shut the windows and breathed heavily. She got into bed and turned her lamp off.
"Goodnight Zoya" She whispered to herself allowing sleep to overcome her.
"Hello there Miss Hoity Toity" She felt someone whisper into her ears. She spun on her feet and turned to face the stranger. Her eyes went over the dark basketball court, she cried feeling someone's hand wrap around her chest from the back. She clawed at his hands trying to free herself.
"Let me go" She yelled. She heard them laughing behind her. She elbowed her attacker in the stomach, his hands loosened around her; she broke free and ran forward. She turned around to see if anyone was following her, she bumped into the something hard and fell backwards onto the concrete floor. She stared above her horrified.
"YOU?" She questioned, her lips quivering seeing his face under the dim light. She crawled backwards seeing all his friends gather over her behind him.
"Zoya Zoya Zoya!" He chanted her name playfully.
"What is wrong with you?" Zoya stuttered. He laughed like a maniac along with his boys, he jumped forward, Zoya crawled backwards in fear.
"Where is your hospitality Zoya? Come on, what is the point of these intercollege competitions? You don't even know how to host properly..." His cheeky teasing voice made her cringe. "You know what we were thinking?" He looked at his boys and then back at her shaking his head, "We love the way you flick your sexy hair" He demonstrated what he meant for her.
"You are absolutely disgusting" Zoya spat at him. He paused demonstrating his hand.
"Aha, I know you already told us yesterday." He chuckled. "But guess what, that didn't stop us from imagining your sexy ass under that tightly fitted dress, my my you looked hot yesterday at that party. None of us could take our eyes off you" He told her making faces and imagining her from yesterday. Zoya pulled her short dress down; she winced finding a tear in her tights and blood dripping from her knee from the fall. "You really hurt my feelings" His hand went over his cheek remembering her slap from a few days ago.
"Your ego" She corrected. "A guy like you deserves it" She spoke sternly giving him looks of disgust. Her eyes had turned red as tears flowed from her eyes. She has never felt so helpless before but she wasn't going to let this guy get the better of her.
"A guy like me?" He hit his chest.
"You are absolutely pathetic." She threw at him.
"Well next time when you stand up for your girlfriends, remember that I am a man and I have my way around girls like you" He jumped over her.
"NOOO!" Zoya shot upright panting heavily, tears flowed from her eyes as her hands wrapped around her. Her chacha came running towards her room and turned the light on. He poured water into a glass and rushed towards her bed. He sat beside her and brushed her hand over her head to calm her down. She moved her head away from his hand; he brought his hand back to his chest. He watched helplessly as she looked at him scared. He held the glass in front of her; she stared at it for a moment before taking it and drinking from it. She closed her eyes calming her racing heart. Her lips quivered as she slowly opened her eyes and found her elderly uncle watching her worriedly.
"Why do these dreams still haunt me till this day?" She questioned him, he breathed out a sigh. "I left all memories off that night back in New York. Why have they followed me here Chacha Jee" She held his hand, "Please tell me what to do, how can I stop these nightmares?" Her uncle lifted his hand slowly; her eyes went over his hand momentarily before looking at him. She moved forward and hugged him tightly.
"It's okay Bitto. It's okay." He comforted her. She cried into his chest feeling all her pain coming back to her.
"My family, whom I considered my own... they have distanced from me." She spoke in between her incoherent sobs; she pulled back and faced him. "You didn't even know me... I was alone when I came to India. And you took me in, you didn't even know me but you treated me like your daughter. I I Uh" She cried. He caressed her face.
"You've been taking care of this fragile old man for two years. I haven't done anything; you have done so much for me." He kissed her hand. He didn't know how to make her feel protected. He prayed that one day someone would come into her life and allow her to feel loved and protected.
"Come on, get to sleep. I'm right here" He helped her lay back down on her pillow. He smiled meeting her eyes and what he seen in those eyes made his heart cry. This girl was so broken from the inside; he didn't know how to heal her. He didn't know how to remove these nightmares from his daughter's life. He watched as her eyes slowly closed, her forehead relaxed. He breathed out heavily.
"Sanam, how I wish you were here so that our little daughter could lay her head on your lap and forget all her bitter memories. I wish you could come and comfort this girl; she needs your motherly affection. She is losing herself, she is breaking inside and there is no one here to help her. I feel so useless, for the first time in my life, I hate this old age. I have prayed for death many times but then remembered how you wanted me to live my life to the fullest. I thought this old age would bring me closer to you quickly. But now, I regret ever wanting to grow old. I wish I had the strength left in me to protect this little angel." He looked up, "Almighty, protect her always. Send love and happiness into her life." He brushed his hand over her head and turned the lamp off. He walked out of her room closing the door shut before opening it again. He looked back at her.
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"Chacha, you have to come with me. PLEASE PLEASE!" Zoya got on her knees and held her hands up at him pleading for him to come with her.
"Bitto, what will I do at the mela at this time? You go and have fun." He pulled her up. She rubbed her nose dramatically. She certainly knew how to throw a tantrum. "Okay, let's go." She smiled widely at him showing him all her teeth. She hooked her arm around his and started walking but he pulled her back.
"What happened?" She asked.
"Bitto, go put on a frock. What is this shirt and jeans? They are so loose on you bitto. We are going to the fair. Dress up a bit" He tried to persuade her but she pouted at him pulling her shirt.
"There is nothing wrong with this. I can't be bothered." She stomped her feet.
"Okay okay, let's go." He shook his head at her. She ran towards the table and grabbed her cap before placing it over her head. She winked at him coming towards him and hooked her arm to his.
"Let's go and have some fun at the mela. You'll remember your golden days" She teased closing the door behind her. He laughed along with her. They both conversed as they walked down the long path without a care in the world. They both enjoyed the view around them. The father daughter duo cherished these moments.
"I uh" Zoya paused hearing a girl screaming for help. They both rushed forward to find a group of men harassing a girl. Her eyes widened in shock as they both ran towards them and pushed the large man off the woman. The man fell forward onto the ground before turning around to look at her dangerously. She helped the girl up and held onto her.
"Don't you have any shame, harassing a girl in this locality? How dare you?" Her chacha scolded them. Zoya pushed the girl behind her, she ran as fast as she could away from them. Zoya stepped in front of her chacha finding them nearing him angrily.
"And you, old man, what will you do about it?" He laughed cleaning his elbow getting back up onto his feet.
"Don't you dare take another step" Zoya warned him. Her chacha held onto her shoulder to protect her but one of them grabbed her hand pulling her forward before throwing her over to another one. She kicked forward and hit him in the crotches making him fall to his knees grunting.
"Let her go" Chacha ran to get them off her. One of them pushed him hard making him fall back onto the ground.
"Chachaaa!" Zoya shouted elbowing the man. She ran towards him only to be yanked backwards, she went spinning back and fell against a rock hitting her head. She held onto her head feeling everything blur in front of her.
"BITTOOO!" Chacha called out to her slowly getting up.
"Fragile old man, you should not have bothered us." One of them grabbed his arm; Zoya fell to her feet and passed out.
"BITTOOO!" Chacha called for her helplessly. "Please let me go, my daughter... please I beg of you" He spoke breathlessly. "Someone please help" He shouted.
"No old man, we won't spare you today" He brought out a knife from his pocket. He stared at Zoya's face with tears in his eyes,
"Bitto" He whispered, his eyes went over the knife.
Zoya slowly opened her eyes; her hands instantly went over her head. She grunted feeling a sharp pain all over her body; her eyes opened wide remembering where she was. She jumped up unto her knees alert and looked around her. Her eyes landed on someone on the ground just a few metres away. She held her breath recognising the white kurta; she jumped onto her feet and ran forward towards him. She fell to her knees before slowly turning his body in her lap.
"CHACHAAA JEEE!" She broke into a cry, her voice echoed into the distant. Her hands went over his stab wound, her blood stained hands shook. She took it to her face, her lips quivered as she looked around helplessly. "Chacha jee, please wake up. Please, look here... your bitto is calling you!" She shook back and forth, feeling agitated and helpless. "CHACHA JEE, PLEASE, open your eyes" She lifted his eyelids but they fell back, she caressed his innocent face. "Bitto needs you chacha jee, don't leave me alone please I beg you" She pleaded with tears overflowing her eyes. "HELP MEEE SOMEONE PLEASEEE HELP MEEE!!!!!" Zoya screamed, passers-by heard her call and came running towards her. They stood shocked.
"Zoya, what happened?" One man asked her,
"Please help me; we have to take him to the hospital. Those goons stabbed him" She explained crying. The man got on his knees and examined the body. Her blurry eyes went over the crowd that had gathered.
"He is no more" He held his head down at her. Zoya stared at him with wide eyes not registering a word he was saying.
"We have to take him to the hospital" She repeated again nodding her head. She smiled, "Are you going to help me?" She asked him. The man stared at her before looking back at the crowd that had gathered.
"Zoya, chacha jee is no more" Monty, one of the locality children cried.
"We have to take Chacha jee to the hospital" Zoya repeated caressing his face in her lap.
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"Zoya, beta... Eat something" One of the ladies shook her as she remained sat in one corner of the house frozen not aware of what was happening around her. Zoya looked up watching the men enter the house.
"Where is my Chacha jee, we were going to the mela" She asked him getting onto her feet. "He is okay right?" She smiled wiping her tears away.
"They have buried him Zoya, please understand police-" Zoya brushed her hand away, feeling irritated.
"I want to see him" She ran out of the house, everyone called behind her. Zoya ran as fast as she could in one direction not knowing where she was going. She was searching for just one person, her chacha jee. Her hands went over her mouth as she desperately looked around her. She started running again; she ignored the rocks attacking her bare feet and carried on in one unknown direction. She halted seeing the men from the night before, they all laughed away in a circle. One of them froze and looked up at her; all of them followed his eyes. They all jumped unto their feet, one of them motioned his head towards her. Zoya stumbled back a few steps before turning around and running as fast she could with them chasing behind her. She cried seeing them nearing her; she didn't know where she was and how she got here. Images of the horrid night in New York flashed before her eyes. She ran onto a deserted road and almost crashed against a car as it braked abruptly. Her body rolled over the bonnet and fell onto the other side. The driver rushed out of the car and towards the body. He turned her body over and lifted her head onto his lap. He moved her hair off her face.
"What have I done? Are you okay?" He tapped her cheeks, his eyes ran over her blood stained face and hands. He lifted her into his arms and placed her inside the car. His eyes fell on a few men in the distant. He ran around the car and got inside before driving off.
"Just bear with me" He stared into his rear view mirror, she grunted in pain moving her body.
"Chacha jee" Zoya cried. He glanced back hearing her desperate cry. He put his Bluetooth in and dialled his mother's number.
"Ammi" He jumped hearing her pick up the phone on the other side. "Can you ask the doctor to come by the house" He told her.
"What's wrong beta, is everything okay? Are you okay?" She asked worriedly.
"I'm fine Ammi, but there is someone in my car that isn't." He explained driving a bit faster.
"What?!" She sounded shocked.
"She came in front of my car. She was covered in blood. There are no hospitals around here Ammi, could you just make sure Dr Ghai is there? We'll go from there..."
"Okay, beta." She hung up.
He parked up outside his house and jumped out of the car. He opened the back door and stared at her moving in her unconscious state. Her lips quivered as tears flowed from her eyes. He carefully lifted her out of the car and rushed inside.
"Asad" Dilshad jumped up from her seat and ran towards him. Her hand went over Zoya's head. "Is she okay?" She followed behind him with the doctor into the guestroom.
"I don't know Ammi" Asad placed Zoya on the bed and stepped back without removing his eyes off her. He brushed his hand over his face. His eyes ran over her baggy shirt and jeans with blood all over it. Dilshad held onto Asad's shoulder as they both walked out of the room.
"How did this happen?" Dilshad caressed his hair as he sat down on the sofa breathing into his hands.
"I don't know Ammi, I mean, all I saw was her body rolling over the bonnet. I was shocked at first. I didn't even realise I hit someone. She came from nowhere" He spoke frustrated. He was praying the girl was okay. "I was so stressed, I took this wrong route... and this happened." Asad sighed pressing his forehead.
"It's okay beta, she will be fine." She comforted her son sitting down beside him.
"Has Tamater come home?" He looked at her suddenly.
"No, she has classes after college. She should be home soon" Dilshad assured him. They both looked up hearing Mr Ghai come out of the bedroom.
"Is she okay?" Asad asked him quickly. Mr Ghai shook his head.
"Where did you find her Asad?" Mr Ghai questioned him; Asad brushed his hand over his face again as if that would help him feel slightly better.
"She came in front of my car but I don't think the blood is from that" He explained feeling guilty.
"She hit her head pretty hard. She has gone into a state of shock, I don't know what she has gone through or what has happened to her but she seems completely out of it. I have given her a few injections and here is the prescription" Mr Ghai passed it to him, "I think you should monitor her for now, if she gets any worse, bring her into the hospital. Dr Ali will be available as I am on runs." He explained.
"Thank you for coming by" Asad walked him to the door and shook his hands. He glanced back at his mother and nodded.
"I will check on her" Dilshad assured him.
"I will get these" He informed her and walked out of the house feeling disheartened knowing about the girl's condition. He was praying this girl was not this injured because of him. He has never ever gone through anything like this before. He has never driven his car into anyone, he was a careful driver.
Dilshad entered the guestroom with a warm bowl of water and towels. She slowly sat down on a chair beside her and placed the bowl on the bedside table. Her eyes ran over Zoya's body and her blood stained clothes. Her hands went over her face, brushing her hair off her face. Zoya's face scrunched up as she clawed the bed covers.
"Chacha jee" Her lips quivered. Her legs kicked forward scrunching up the bed covers in her hands, Dilshad leaned back in shock. Zoya shook her head as images of the night in New York and the previous night flashed before her eyes, tears creeped out from the side of her eyes mumbling a few desperate cries for help. Dilshad watched with her hand over her mouth, what has this poor girl gone through? Her motherly hands went over her forehead, Zoya's eyes snapped open. Her alarmed eyes went over the ceiling and then around the unknown room. She shot upright, she flinched feeling the pain in her body. She hit Dilshad's hand away scared and crawled away from her. Her broken self failed to recognise those motherly eyes wanting to comfort her.
"Chacha jee?" She called out desperately brushing her arm over her face. She shook her head in denial. "NOOO, LET ME GO" She cried watching this woman come towards her. Dilshad took a step seeing her in a panic mode. "Where is Chacha jee?" Zoya fell of the bed with a loud thud, but her desperate cries got louder.
"Beta, it's okay" Dilshad went around the bed to help her but she crawled back. She began to panic herself seeing her in this state. Asad came rushing inside the room hearing her cries. He froze near the doorway watching his mother trying to console the girl but she just chanted one thing; chacha jee.
"Ammi" Asad joined Dilshad's side.
"Beta, I don't know what to do" Dilshad cried. They both watched her get up against the wall and look around the room crazily. Her eyes fell on Asad coming closer towards her.
"PLEASE LET ME GO. NOOO, PLEASE LET ME GO. I uh I beg you, don't touch me" She attacked Asad as he tried to restrain her,
"It's okay, you're okay" Asad raised his voice, Zoya shook her head trying to free her hand from his grip, Asad dodged back as she tried to knee him.
"LET CHACHA JEE GO! LET ME GOOO!" She pushed him with all the force left in her before closing her eyes and collapsing against him. Asad watched, confused and shocked as her head fell against his chest, her body still and the room suddenly quiet again. He glanced at his mother with wide eyes, she pressed out her tears for this unknown girl who was in so much pain. Asad lifted her up into his arms and placed her back onto the bed. He moved back from the bed to find her hand still clawing onto his shirt, he winced feeling her nails dig at his chest. His hand went over hers before slowly removing it from his chest and placing it beside her. His eyes went over her face finding her relax, his mind wondered just one thing; who was this girl and what happened to her?
"I will change her clothes and clean her wounds" Dilshad whispered softly brushing her tears away. Asad shook his head, his mother was very emotional. She feels an attachment with everyone she meets. One of the rarest qualities about his mother, she cares for everyone wholeheartedly and selflessly. He glanced back at Zoya one last time before walking out of the room. He raked his hair back and breathed out a sigh.
"Wherever your chacha jee is, I am sure he is fine" Dilshad spoke softly, she dabbed the warm cloth on her face to wipe the blood off her face. Asad heard his mother speak comforting words to a sleeping Zoya. He brought his phone out of his pocket and stared at his messages from his brother. He pressed his temples; he just had too much to deal with in one day. He sat down on his bed and stared in between his legs at the floor.
"Ayaan?" He held the phone against his ear; his hand went over his chest that was bleeding.
"Yo baijaan, how are you?" Ayaan asked cheerfully.
"Why are you going back to New York?" Asad questioned. He slipped out of his shoes.
"Friend is getting married bhaijaan. I'm his best man" Ayaan laughed. His carefree voice annoyed Asad.
"What kind of trouble will you be bringing back for your brother this time?" Asad breathed sharply into his phone.
"Chill bhaijaan, no trouble. Promise! Anyhoo, catch you later!" Ayaan disconnected the call. Asad threw the phone onto the bed and got up towards his wardrobe. He grabbed a white kurta out of his wardrobe and placed it onto a chair before loosening his tie entering the bathroom. He removed his dirty jacket and waist coat before unbuttoning his shirt. He dropped the pants he was wearing and stepped under the shower. He punched the button and the shower turned on violently wetting him instantly. He closed his eyes and faced the shower feeling it wash away all his worries for the day. He leaned his hand against the wall while his other hand went over the scratch mark against his chest; it was not burning which was odd. He increased the power on the shower making it fall vigorously against him, the water rippled over his abs. His mind wondered over the girl in his guestroom dressed in odd clothes. Who was she? He opened his eyes and turned the shower off. His boxers fell off willingly as he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his perfectly shaped body. He picked up the clothes lying on the floor and threw them into a wash basket, his OCD self not aware of his surroundings. He walked back into his bedroom wiping his face with another towel and dabbed his chest to dry himself. He stared into the mirror; his eyes fell on his chest where a mark had appeared. He remembered the wounds on the girl and the blood. He shook all his thoughts way and got changed into his kurta. He brushed his hand over his hair and picked up the newspaper. He walked out of the room to find Najma entering through the front door. Her eyes widened seeing her brother at home. She took slow steps into the house scared that her brother was going to scold her. She refused to move his eyes off him but she was surprised to find him entering the kitchen and putting the kettle on. She ran up the stairs and into her bedroom. Asad chuckled at her behaviour. He turned around; his eyes went over the open guestroom. He made his coffee and walked over towards the guestroom, he stared into the room watching the girl sleep peacefully. He needed to contact her family or relatives to let them know about her whereabouts. But for that, she had to wake up and be normal so that he could ask her about her family. He had considered calling the police to let them know about her but he didn't want to hassle her. She was not in the right frame of mind to deal with police officers. His eyes went over the newspaper; he sipped his coffee and headed towards the sofa. He found a note on the table from his mother; he placed the coffee mug on the table and picked it.
"I have gone to the shops. Watch over our guest. I will be back soon." Asad read.
Zoya opened her eyes slowly for the 4th time today, her body felt drained. She felt numb if anything, she herself was not aware of everything she has gone through in the last 24 hours. Her hand went over her bandaged forehead; she blinked a few times to capture her surroundings. She was not familiar with this room, she was not familiar with the furniture in this room and she was not familiar to the scent lurking in the air in this room. She forced herself to sit upright, her head threatening to throw her back. She pressed her eyes shut vaguely remembering fighting with someone. She looked up to find a man in a white kurta in the living room. She blinked a few times again, she remembered running from the goons from the night before. The night before.
"Chacha jee" Zoya whispered for the hundredth time. She looked up at the man in the white kurta again, she moved the duvet off her and threw her legs onto the floor. She cried feeling her knees wobble, she gathered all her energy and ran towards the figure in the white kurta. Asad's forehead creased as his eyes went over the reflection on the glass windows of a figure running towards him, before he could turn around he felt her embrace him tightly from behind. He didn't know how to react as he heard her whisper against his back.
"Chacha jee. Your bitto is here" She whispered, her voice sounded like she found peace. Unknowingly, Asad's hand went over hers on his chest as he slowly tried to turn around to face her but she refused to let go. He stood confused staring at his reflection on the glass windows, with her hands wrapped around him. He blinked watching her turn her face and hold her cheek against his back, her eyes closed with a peaceful expression on her face.
"Aap-" Was all he managed to let out in his soft voice; he tried not to scare her. He slowly lifted her hand and turned around, Zoya pulled back. She tensed as her mind registered his face; she stepped back with his hand still on her arm trying to steady her. Her eyes went over a middle aged woman entering the house through the front door. She blinked feeling her chest tighten; where was she?
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