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Part 14She kept paddling faster and faster, her breaths becoming ragged with the passage of time. She knew that if she was one moment late, she would be doomed forever. With determination in her mind, she paddled even more vigorously. But she didn't realize when a car came out of nowhere and almost crashed with her bicycle. She fell down on the ground as the driver applied the brakes at the last moment.
She looked at her hands which had suffered from multiple lacerations. But she didn't care about it at that moment. She had an important place to go to right now.
Oblivious to the shouts of the driver who had stepped out of the car and was haranguing her, she picked up her bicycle in a dazed state and was about to sit on it when that man grabbed her by her elbow. She stared at him questioningly.
"Where do you think you are going?" He shouted at her.
"Huh?"
He sighed and glared at her.
"If you don't know how to ride a bloody bicycle then what are you doing riding it? I won't let you go now till you have paid for the damage you have done to my car."
She studied him this time. He seemed to belong from a rich family then why was he asking her to pay for a slight damage done to his car?
"Damage?" She said after a while. "I think your car has barely even got a scratch."
"I don't care about how small it is." He came dangerously close to her. I just want you to pay for it so that people like you can learn a lesson." He replied, pointing a finger at her.
"Please leave me." She replied, trying herself not to lash at him. "I really have somewhere important to go."
"And like I said you won't move an inch till you have paid for the damage."
And then she did what she wouldn't have done normally. She jerked his hands away and flinging
herself onto the bicycle seat, started paddling furiously. Before he could catch her. And he was left watching her incredulously.
"Stupid," he mumbled as he hopped inside his car and started driving again.
*********
"Aisha! Aisha!" Zoya shouted as soon as she reached her home.
"Why are you shouting Zoya?" Aisha asked coming down the stairs.
"Where is Aliya?"
"She is in her room. Why?"
Zoya ran upstairs to her younger sister's room with Aisha trailing her. She banged on her door many times.
"Aliya!" She yelled. "Aliya, please open the door. Listen if you don'topen the door then I'll tell
everyone everything."
"Tell us what?" Aisha asked her.
"Don't ask now." Zoya replied in a hoarse voice. When Aliyadidn't open the door, Zoya decided to break the window to get inside her room.
"Zoya!" Aisha gasped when she saw her break the window using a vase from the showcase. "What the hell did you just do? You know mom will kill us if she knows about it. And WHY THE HELL ARE YOU ENTERING HER ROOM LIKE THIS?" She added the last part when she saw her climb through the window and jump inside Aliya's room.
At that moment, Zoyadidn't deem it suitable to reply. She jumped inside the room, her shoes making creaking sound as she stepped over the broken pieces of glass.
"Aliya!" She yelled and searched for her younger sister in her room. "Aliya!" When she couldn't find her anywhere, she decided to check in her bathroom.
"Aliya, are you there?" Zoya asked as she approached the bathroom door.
"Zoya, mom is here!" Aisha said in an alarming voice.
But Zoya didn't worry about that. She had another concern in her mind. Very slowly, she pushed
open the bathroom door. There she was; her body lying in a twisted form, her wrists bleeding profusely and a sharp blade in her right hand which she had used to cut her wrists.
"Shit Zoya. MOM is coming upstairs. Come back immediately." Aisha yelled.
"Aisha," Zoya mumbled.
"What?" Aisha asked irritated.
"Aliya is dead."***********
Asad stood on the terrace, the soft breeze blowing his fringes lightly. It was still raining. Just then, he heard the ring of his phone.
Groaning in frustration he took his phone out. He didn't want to talk to anyone at that moment. He didn't even care who had called him.
"What?" He asked into the phone.
"Hey Asad. It's Matthew. I just wanted to say that a client just came in our office. He wanted a
meeting to be arran- "
But Asad had already cut the call. He wasn't in the mood to talk about any business meetings. All he wanted to do was talk to Zoya. So putting his phone back inside his pocket, he rushed downstairs.
"Hey Asad." His mother greeted him when she saw him. "Were you bathing in the rain?" She asked staring at his drenched clothes in surprise.
Asad just shook his head.
"No. I just...have you seen Zoya?"
"She must be in her room. Why? Have you decided to take her along with you?" She asked winking.
Without replying, Asad dashed towards his room. But when he got inside, he saw no one there. In fact, when his eyes fell on the open cupboards, he saw that there was nothing inside. No sign of clothes or anything that could indicate that she had once lived in this room.
Just then, the phone rang again. This time, his anger was unbearable.
"Listen Matthew! Now is not really a good time for us to discuss any business meetings so- "
"Mr. Asad Ahmad Khan." The husky voice on the other line asked. It was definitely not Matthew's.
"Yes." Asad replied.
"I'm inspector Richard. We have found a car just now and we believe it's yours. Is 332-B your car number?"
Asad once again felt anger boil inside him.
"It is." He replied, trying to keep his voice smooth. "Look inspector, if my car has been stolen, we will talk about it later. This is not the first time time it has happened- "
"Now hold on a minute. Did I say that your car has been stolen?"
"Then what is it?" Asad asked impatiently.
"Actually, not just your car but your wife has also been stolen."
"Huh?"
The man started laughing now. "I mean I can see signs of struggle here. A few broken bangles too. It was hell of a fight she put up against us. But then again, all women are like that, aren't they?"
It was then that it dawned upon Asad what he was trying to tell him.
"Who are you?" He asked in a hoarse voice. "You are not any inspector Richard, are you?"
"Well, once I was. But not anymore. But that's a completely different issue. Now as I was saying your wife...but wait a minute, I think you just need a solid evidence. How foolish of me to not to give you that! Just wait a second."
And then Asad waited with abated breaths for what seemed like eternity before he heard a shriek.
And he knew whose it was.
"Now, now pretty lady." He heard the voice of that same man. "Speak to your husband and tell him how much you miss him."
Again a silence fell. Suddenly, Asad heard the sharp sound of a slap followed by another shriek. And he knew whose it was.
"Well. Looks like your wife doesn't want to talk right now." The man had come back on the phone again. " But that's not the problem, is it? The main problem is that your dear wife is with us and we are keeping her untill you do as we say. Hey, you there?" He added the last part when he heard no reply.
"I'm here." Asad replied quietly.
"Good. Now wait for our next call to know what you have to do to get your wife back."
And with that, he hung up. Asad fell down on the bed. And before he knew it, he had stood up again and threw his phone down in anger. Clasping his head, he sat down again, this time, looking at the open cupboards with a vague look.
SIX MONTHS LATER( after aliya's death..)
"Zoya tell me what happened."
Aisha asked Zoya, bursting inside her room. She was sitting on her bed in a trance.
"I know that you know something so tell me about it."
When she didn't respond, Aisha had to nudge her.
"Zoya are you listening?"
She started to get worried at her sister's petrified state when at last, Zoya broke the silence.
"She loved him. She also wanted to marry him."
"Who are you talking about Zoya?"
"But she couldn't do it." Zoya continued in a dazed state, "Because he rejected her."
Aisha turned her around forcefully this time.
"Who are you talking about? Answer me!" Aisha asked her shaking her a little.
"Rehan."
That was the last name that Aisha had expected to hear.
"What Rehan? Zoya, you are scaring me now. Why don't you tell me everything already? "
"Aliya..." Zoya began.
"Yeah." Aishaurged her.
"She loved Rehan."
"What?"
"It's true Aisha! She loved Rehan! Now that I come to think of it, it's all my fault." Zoya said,
standing up and clasping her head in horror. "I should have told you all about it. Aliya asked me not to
but I should have. She could have been saved. It was because of me that she died. She- "
"Zoya. Stop blabbering. And tell me what really happened."
A silence fell between them when Zoya decided to tell her everything.
"Aliya was sending him love letters. But he rejected her and she committed suicide."
**************
Zoya sat in front of the mirror and looked herself over. Tommorow was her wedding day and she
wasn't happy in the least. A few months ago, her sister had died. And she felt ineffably sad. Aisha entered her room, looking blithe but her smile vanished on seeing her sad look.
"Why are you sad again?" Aisha asked coming towards her with a worried look. "At leastdon't get worried today. TOMMOROW IS YOUR WEDDING DAY!"
"Whichdoesn't change anything." Zoya replied quietly, playing with the hem of her dress.
"No, it changes everything Zoya." Aisha said, grabbing her by her shoulders and making her look into her eyes. "Twenty- four hours later, you will be married. At least, be happy for today."
Zoya shrugged. "Should I tell Asad everything?"
Aisha shook her head. "Don't say a word to him. Better keep it a secret."
"But I want to tell him."
"Zoya look. There is no use of telling him. By doing so, you will just ruin Aliya's reputation. You know how our society works. Suicide just makes everything worse. You understand?"
Zoya nodded in disappointment. "My mind goes berserk thinking that I could have saved Aliya if I had been one moment early."
"That is just bullshit. You wouldn't have been able to save her. Death arrives unexpectedly. You can't do anything about it."
"I COULD HAVE DONE IT AISHA if that jerk hadn't stopped me from going."
"What jerk?"
"When I was coming back home, I had a small accident. And the guy didn't let me go. He said
apparently I had to pay for the damage I had done to his car when his car was all fine. That insolent brute!"
"Forget about it Zoya. Whatever happened has happened, you can't change it now. Just think that you are going to start a new life from today, I want you to be happy."
Just then they heard a familiar voice.
"Is it who I think it is?" Aisha asked with her brows knit. Anger flashed in her eyes and she was about to go out when Zoya held her wrists.
"Don't say anything to Rehan. It isn't his fault."
"Hell, it isn't his fault!" Aisha yelled. "Of course it is his fault and the nerve of him. To come in your wedding after all that happened?"
"No, listen to me Aisha!" Zoya said, coming in her way. "It really isn't his fault. It was just one-sided love. Rehan never loved Aliya. He never even answered her love letters."
"And how do you know?"
"Because...well... I talked to him."
Aisha looked at her incredulously.
"LOOK...I just...wanted to talk to him for Aliya. Actually I didn't want to talk to him at all. It was Aliya. She forced me...I mean she asked me too."
Aisha shook her head dejectedly. "Is there anything else left for you to say and for us to know?"
"No, that's all." Zoya mumbled.
"Great! Just great!" Aisha started clapping her hands. "So you two decided to do everything yourselves huh? No wonder that she committed suicide."
"Aisha!"
"No seriously Zoya, you should have told me or mom. Why the hell did you decide to do everything yourself?"
"Because she didn't want me to!"
"Oh so you did all this because she asked you to. Next time if I ask you to jump off a cliff then please do that too!"
"Now you are making me cry."
Aisha sighed, embracing her in a hug. "OK. Don't cry now. I was just angry."*****************
"Wake up bitch."
Zoya felt water splash on her face as someone said that to her. She coughed and saw a tall, lean guy standing in front of her with a phone clutched in his hand.
"Here, talk to your husband." He said, putting the phone on her ear.
Silence prevailed for a moment before she heard a familiar voice;
"Zoya." But she couldn't judge whose voice it was. Her mind was in a dazed state and a ll she felt was sleepy.
"Answer your husband bitch!" The man shouted at her as a slap came across her face. But all she did was mumble some words before going back to a state of unconsciousness again.
"Does your husband even care about you?" The tall, lean guy asked Zoya who was sitting, tied up on a chair.
"It's been five hours," The man continued, "and neither your husband nor any member of your family has come for your rescue."
Zoya looked up at the man who had said that her and started laughing suddenly. The man looked
back at her, confused.
"Why are you laughing bitch?" He questioned angrily.
"What ransom did you demand from my husband?"
"What?"
"What ransom did you demand from my husband?" Zoya repeated her question, amused.
The man studied her for a moment and then answered;
"What's it to you how much ransom I have asked him to pay? The main thing is that I have kidnapped you and I won't let you go until your husband or your family gives me the money I want."
She started laughing again. Her body heaved up and down as she bend her head downwards to stop grinning further at the puzzled look on his face.
"Stop laughing!" The man yelled as he came close to her face, holding her hair from behind and
making her look at him.
"If you laugh one more time bitch, I'll kill you."
"Too bad but you'll have to kill me anyways."
"What do you mean?" The man looked at her again, baffled, pulling her hair even more harder. She winced in pain which gave that man a little satisfaction.
"What I mean to say is that," she answered, "my husband doesn't care about me at all. I'm sure he
doesn't even give a damn that I am kidnapped. He won't give you a penny."
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