||Asya FF|| Bring me back to life - pt 23 -pg151!! - Page 16

Bring me back to life

part 6:

I arise from the bed and walked towards the door making an exit. I roam around in the house appreciating the architecture of the house. It was a bungalow with two floors and was encircled by a flower garden which had numerous types of flowers. I wander in the living room on the first floor and step in the glistening kitchen. It was sparkling and every apparatus were positioned as it should be arranged. Taking the flight of stairs, I proceed onto the second floor. There were two rooms on my right and one on the left. I notice the door of room in the left was ajar hence I press on the door curiously doubting if anyone would be inside since the lights were off. I switch on the lights immediately as soon as I enter, there was a desk which was covered with a white bed sheet and many trophies on the shelf. It looks as if it was a room with unforgettable things stored up inside. There were many photos framed and hanged on the wall but my eyes set on him. I stroke my fingers on the man in the picture; basically I wanted to feel Asad. Asad was standing with a man whom I believe is his dad and behind them was someone I know, it was my father. He was an employee at Asad's dad's company? There stood with him was a man whose face can never ever be forgotten and overlooked. Is that even a co-incident or the god wanted to ring my brain's bell back to my disgraceful past? A past which cannot be put out of my mind because it's still haunts me every day. They say action speak louder than a word which I believe is true because my father always proved it to me. He never told me how much he hates me instead he showed it with actions. My father had happened to be a father but he can never be a dad in my eyes. Where was he now? Even till the end, he was the one to abandon me instead of me running away. Since childhood I would assure myself that everything will go back to normal. I should pull up my socks and move on but it never did. It kept getting worse until I was defeated, I lose all my hopes. I was about to fall but I leaned on the cabinet beside, unfortunately a trophy dropped on the floor. I hastily picked it up and placed it back but I wasn't in my sense. All the things from the past were having a race in my mind.

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I enter the guest room to check on her but she wasn't there, don't tell me she really flee away from here. I rummage around the house looking for her until I perceive a sound coming from the room where my family normally kept all our awards for remembrance. I rushed to the room and fortunately she was there.

"Zoya, what are you doing here?" I question her but what she did shake the hell out of me. She grabbed the knife from the cabinet beside and points it towards me.

"Don't… come near. I'll… I'll kill you" she continued holding the knife but it didn't stop me. In spite of everything, I continued heading towards her. "Zoya put the knife down." Why was she doing this, I can never be on familiar terms with her. She was frightened nevertheless she held the knife daringly. She is definitely a hard nut to crack.

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I don't know how I came to this conclusion but I still had doubts regarding his intentions. I grabbed the knife from the cabinet beside and pointed it towards him preventing him to come near. It did not happen as expected, he kept walking towards me. I had to come up with something to make him stay away. I placed the knife on my throat, "don't come near Asad. I'll suicide". And there it goes, it worked. He stopped and moved toward the back, while I paced towards the door with the knife on my throat. Why did I become so courageous in front of him? Possibly because somewhere I still believe that he won't hurt me. We walked like this until I reached the living room and I became the center of the attraction. His sister and mother both appear out of nowhere looking at me concerned, or should I say shocked? I dash out of the doorway hastily before he can prevent me.

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"What's wrong with your friend, bhaijaan?" Najma asked outlandishly. I'm rather certain she hadn't anticipated this coming; she might think Zoya is mentally ill.

"Umm tamatar…she was in a hurry. It's somehow her way of saying goodbye." I looked at my mom hopelessly. "Najma? Why don't you go study for your test?" She managed to divert her attention from the fuss occurred awhile ago.

"Ammi, my test was like two days ago. Anyways I have to do my science project. We have to make a Bunsen burner." She left for her room.

"Ammi, I'll go check on her." I informed my mother.

"Okay. Come back soon."

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I couldn't think of anything else but that man's face, the man standing beside my father. I can never disregard and close my eyes to what he did to me. Although he got the authorization from my father, didn't he have a brain to think logically for once? My father didn't hesitate for once while selling me to him, selling his own daughter. I was only 16 by then, how can someone be so shallow?

~ Flashback ~

I was sitting in my room when I take note of some voices from the living room. I peeked through my door and saw my father with a man, an unknown man.

"Here is the money. 7000 rupees" he hand in the money in my father's hand.

"Only 7000?" my father questioned him.

"How much more do you want?" he asked while rubbing his thumb on his chin.

"9000"

"No, 8000 or I leave."

"Okay give me 8000" my father gave up the bargain. I wondered what they were bargaining for. My father was a pathological gambler; he can even put his life at stake for gambling. Perhaps he wanted to go gambling again if not, then he might want another prostitute. After mom's death, there would be prostitutes constantly coming to our house the very next day.

"When can I have my prize?"

"Come tomorrow" my father showed him the exit and he left.

~ Flashback Ends ~

I was snapped out of my thoughts when I saw him again. Why is this guy following me around everywhere? What does he want from me? He ran to me but stopped when I moved back as I always did. I become conscious that I was still holding the knife in my hand so I pointed at him again.

"Don't… come near me. I know what you want! You want to sell me to that man like my father did." Tears were rolling down my cheeks as I recall. I didn't wanted this guy to turn out to be like my father but the only reason he came close to me was because he wanted to put me up for sale. Of course, why didn't I sense that? He knows that man anyways, they work together.

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"What man?" I asked her curiously. Her dad sold her? How is that possible? Do such fathers still exist in this world? How can she have such a horrible father? I wanted to wipe her tears and tell her that everything is going to be all right but I know she won't let me verge upon her.

"Don't pretend. I saw his picture in the room. How much did he pay you? 8000?" By now I was confident that she wasn't ready to believe me and it would take time to persuade her.

"Please at least listen to me" I spoke in my defense.

"If you keep coming after me every time then I'll… I'll suicide."

"If I don't follow you, will you not suicide?" I saw a ray of hope that she can be convinced.

"I won't" I was actually relieved to hear that. "So please leave me alone." I don't want to leave her unaccompanied, I want to assist her but I have to leave at once before she takes any action.

"Okay but if you need help; you can come to my house." I left her alone on the bench.

"Is she all right?" my mom asked once I enter inside the house.

"I don't know ammi; I just don't know what to do. She told me to stay away from her." I covered my face with my palms while sitting on the settee. Mom sat at the side of me taking my hands in hers.

"Look at me Asad" I turned and saw her smiling. "Why do you want to help her?"

I thought about the reason why I sought after this. "I see her reflection in Zoya's eyes; I don't want to sit silent doing nothing this time. I don't want to reiterate my mistake. I don't know if it's a chance for me to rectify my blunder or a chance for Zoya to turn over a new leaf. In any case, it's a win-win situation." Though I was contented with my life but I always have been carrying this burden. Everyone knew about this but never bring up as they fear that it might sadden me. When I finally moved on, Zoya appeared.

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