Shadows FF Last Chapter & Epilogue (strictly 16+) - Page 3

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Chapter 3

The constant buzz of the plane lulled Humaira and Ayaan to sleep. Zoya looked up from her papers at their sleeping figure, Humaira's head on Ayaan's shoulder and Ayaan's head on the seat with his mouth slightly open. They looked perfect together she thought.

She remembered the time when Humaira had told her about Ayaan. Zoya was anxious to meet the new man in her little sister's life. She had seen enough people in her line of work to be apprehensive of men and relationships in general and of course there was their parents fate and also her past relationship that held her back. No matter how hard she tried to keep it away from her it always cast a shadow over her, she sighed. However her anxieties had melted away when she met Ayaan. He was honest and transparent about his feelings for Humaira and Zoya had liked him instantly and now he was going to be her brother in law, new relationships were going to begin.

She went back to reading her briefs, she would have a lot of catching up to do at work once she came back home. She had never taken a two week long vacation before; it had always been a couple of days here and there. As a lawyer for the city of New York's Department of Human Services she mainly handled cases dealing with battered women and neglected children. Sometimes it could be gratifying to send the perpetrators to jail but sometimes not being able to get someone justice could eat away at her conscience. Her job could be stressful and demanding but she loved it and wouldn't want it any other way.

She was looking forward to this trip, a little nervous but excited. She had heard a lot about India and she knew that her mother was originally from there but all familiarity ended there. Her mother'. a faint, blurred image came to her mind with long reddish brown hair and a slight tilt of the head. That's all she remembered of her mother. There were no photographs or memories, all lost in time.

She still remembered the screaming that woke her up in the middle of the night all those years ago. The screams were not new she had heard them before every time the man visited their apartment and even at her young age she knew better than to get out of bed and peep through the door. She instead snuggled closer to the sleeping Humaira and covered her baby sister's ears so she would not wake up from the eerie sound. She was scared and trembled with fear, but after a while everything became silent but she still did not move. After what seemed like hours a gentle hand scooped her up from her bed and wrapped her in a blanket. When she woke up she was in a hospital bed with a kind faced women assuring her that everything will be all right and her sister was in the next room. She was five years old and Humaira was three.

Then what followed was a series of confusing events at least to the mind of a five year old. Both the sisters were placed from one foster home to the other where everything was strange and new. The state was eventually able to track down a distant aunt from her mother's side who agreed to take them in after she realized that the state would be responsible for the girl's financial needs. Zoya never blamed her aunt because she and her husband were poor themselves with three children of their own. The five-six years that she and Humaira spent in the aunt's house were pleasant enough but she always felt like a burden to them and was happy to move out when she was eighteen. Three years later Humaira followed her.

With the bits and pieces of information that she was able to collect from her aunt and after going through the police archieves she was able to put a story together about who they were and where they came from. It seemed that her mother married her father against the wishes of her parents and moved to New York from India. Her husband turned out to be an alcoholic and an abuser. Zoya saw the numerous complaints made to the police by the neighbors about late night brawls in their apartment. One fateful night while drunk her father stabbed her mother to death and fled the scene. The neighbors called the police and the girls were taken into state custody. Their father was never found. Try as hard as she did Zoya could not remember her father at all, she only knew him through the clinically detached account in the police reports.

Zoya was shaken out of her reverie when Ayaan gently tapped her shoulders.

"Zoya you should sleep for a while. We still have four hours to go till we reach Delhi" smiled Ayaan adjusting Humaira's head on his shoulders.

"Don't worry I will, eventually. I don't have a shoulder to sleep on like Humaira" Zoya teased

Ayaan laughed softly and said "Maybe we'll get you one in India"

"Maybe" murmured Zoya

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