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I know, you all are probably thinking that this girl has gone crazy. Well, all I can say is - happy realisation ! 🤣 I know I'm crazy 😆 But this is purely the AsYa magic on me 😳
AND, a VERY important thing - this OS is dedicated to our most AMAZING havokhotline. Love you for always commenting on my OSs even before I can PM you ! You're a sweet-heart 🤗 ❤️
"To ye tha gudiya factory ka raaz. Aapne satra (17) saal pehle ek aurat ka katl (murder) kiya aur use yahaan dafna diya. Phir iss baat ko chhupane ke liye factory mein aag laga di !" she heard his voice, filled with pain skillfully disguised as disgust.
Zoya couldn't believe what was happening. She was trying to understand the implications of the situation. Her dost, the nice, kind-hearted man she'd met at the dargah. Who was he ? Because the guy that she now saw was someone she did not know. She couldn't recognise this person bent over the grave of a woman murdered 17 years ago. She looked at the man beside her, throwing accusations at that guy. His father, his Abbu. She couldn't hear his words, she was oblivious to the sounds around her, but she could very well see the pain in his eyes, feel his hurt in his stance. Hurt by his Abb's deceit.
He wasn't looking at her. She doubted that in that moment, he even remembered she was there, right beside him. But she was. And she did not know how, but for once, she could see right through him. Maybe because she had turned a deaf ear to his disgust and hate-filled confident voice. Yes, that was what made everyone believe him. His confidence. His voice. His voice never betrayed him...but his eyes did. And right now, all she could see in there was hurt and pain. No disgust, no hate.
He had definitely accused his father of murder, but his brain hadn't processed it yet. Up till now, all it had processed that the one last chance of having a plausible explanation to his father leaving them, a reason, a misunderstanding or a conspiracy, had burnt to ashes just like that factory had 17 years ago. She din't know how would he handle the truth once he was alone and had processed it all, with the consequences. And this was the man who was trying to hate this guy from the last 17 years. She couldn't even begin to imagine how her phoopi - the lady who had LOVED this man for more than 20 years - would react after knowing the truth.
She then looked at the guy in front of her. Eyes filled with fear, also evident on his face and in his voice. He couldn't even defend himsself, prove it all wrong. Rashid Ahmed Khan. Her dost ? No, no way. Her dost was dead for her. This was a heartless guy who had committed a cold-blooded murder and covered it up with arson. Moreover, he had left his family - his wife and two children - and settled with another woman. As if that was not enough, now, after 17 years, he was trying to get back into the lives of his former family by acting as if he still loved his ex-wife ! His guy was a coward. Not worthy of being called a man. At all. He was good in only one thing - deceit.
While looking at him, she caught the sight of a building behind. It looked strangely familiar. Something in her mind said it was important. Just as she heard a faint sound - something like a "Lets go, Ms.Farooqi", she realised was it was. The Masjid.
She suddenly grabbed onto the nearest thing and let out the breath she was unconciiously holding. She was unaware of the fact that she was digging her nals into Asad's arm, and that she had released the breath through her mouth loudly enough for him to notice. Also, she failed to realise that the expression on her face was of pure horror, something that started to get Asad really worried. He was calling to her, asking her something - maybe "what's wrong?" but she could not hear it. She din't want to.
Still holding onto his hand for support, she took a step forward, to look into the grave. But Rashid Ahmed Khan blocked her view. Seeing a burnt dress in there, she doubted she could see more. So she turned with a jerk and banged right into Asad's chest. For once, she did not move back. She needed all the support she could get. Surprisingly, he didn't move back either. He just put a hand on her cheek and asked her what's wrong. She looked up into his eyes and whispered in a cracked and barely audible voice, "She's my mother !" And her vision blurred as tears filled her eyes.
The building behind - it was the Masjid. The Masjid beside the khandar. THIS was the khandar. The burned down place in the photo that she carried around hoping someday she'd solve the mystery of finding her Abbu. Never in her scariest nightmares had she imagined she'd stumble upon the body of her mother, much less that she'd find her Ammi was murdered and her murdered could be the guy standing right behind her. Such a deceit had fate played on her ! She hugged her Jahapana with all her might. And this time, he hugged her back, both trying to comfort each other, share & reduce each-other's pain.
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